Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

S City, Fashion Street

Yao Rong was walking alone in the building, she was leaning against the railing, biting her lip, her fair face was full of excitement.

"Chu Chu, your sex = blessing, it's up to me." She whispered and walked towards the underwear store.

The clerk approached enthusiastically and asked professionally, "Miss, what do you need?"

"What's the most beautiful dress here? Take it here and have a look." Yao Rong whispered, with her small hands behind her back, showing a sophisticated look.

"Look at this."

Yao Rong stepped forward, almost unable to stand still, she stared dumbfounded at the row, and stretched out her hand to take a look: "This...can you wear it?"

The clerk stepped forward and said mysteriously, "I can wear it."

Zhuo Bi sat on the ground and stood up, looking at the messy big bed to one side, he didn't want to stay for a second, put away the things in his hand, turned and left.

"Well, I'll be right back." Zhuo Bi whispered.

I wanted to return her things to her, but it seems to be the next time.

He turned around and walked out, holding the car keys, but found that the keys were missing. He touched his pocket and saw a luxury car parked not far away.

"Squeak." The car window was lowered, Wenshui Yaolian poked out his face, and said to him, "Get in the car."

"En." Zhuo Bi responded, walked around the car, got into the car and left.

In the fashion building, Yao Rong ran out out of breath. In the bathroom, she washed her face, her heartbeat was still speeding up. She looked up at the mirror, her face flushed astonishingly.

After paying, she took the elevator downstairs, took out her mobile phone, and suddenly touched it, and found something extra in her bag.

"Hey, this car key doesn't belong to me." Yao Rong said softly.

She touched the car key and found that it belonged to a Land Rover. She turned around and went upstairs to the box, opened the door and went in.

"Hey, your key..." She walked in and said softly.

It was empty and there was no one there.

A waiter was cleaning up, saw her coming in, and asked, "Miss, what do you do?"

"Where was the gentleman here just now?" She asked.

The waiter listened, and said embarrassedly: "There are so many men here every day, I don't know who the lady is referring to?"

Hearing this, her small face was hot and terrifying, and she ran out quickly.

"My God." Yao Rong ran out, bought a cup of milk tea and drank it, and when he turned around, he saw Yao Shengming.

He turned his head and looked at her.

Yao Rong quickly backed away, only to see him take two steps forward and finally stop.

Seeing her expression, Yao Shengming clenched his fists tightly, not daring to disturb her anymore, he took a deep look at her, turned and left.

"Master." The assistant followed behind, answering in a low voice.

Yao Shengming bowed his head, said something to him, and strode away.

"Yes." The assistant responded and walked towards Yao Rong.

Yao Rong raised his head, looked at his leaving figure, and suddenly found that Yao Shengming's back was a bit lonely. . . . . .

"Miss, the young master wants you to rest assured that he will take care of the marriage, and this will not happen again in the future." The assistant said in a low voice.

"Thank you." She pursed her lips and said softly.

The assistant sighed, watching her turn around, he caught up and said: "Miss, the young master has always wanted to treat you well, but you always avoid him, he is very sad."

"Sad?" Yao Rong was slightly taken aback.

She just wanted to keep a distance from him, without thinking too much.

"He, very sad." The assistant said, turned around and walked in the direction Yao Shengming left.

Yao Rong stood there, not regaining consciousness for a long time, until the phone rang.

"Hey, yes, I'll be back now." Yao Rong answered the phone and walked out.

Halfway up the mountain, villa.

Wenshui drove the car to halfway up the mountain, and said to Zhuo Li: "Zhuo, is what you said true?"

"I want to check." Zhuo Bi said in a deep voice.

In that box, he could hear clearly that a batch of antiques had been transported out recently, and these people really were. . . . . .

"Zhuo, let's discuss something." He asked the water monster's face and moved closer.

Zhuo Bi looked at his expression, stretched out his hand and pushed him: "Drive your car seriously, don't get too close to me."