"Good. [Full text reading. Feng Li carefully put the documents on the table and stood aside respectfully to listen to the instructions.

For a while, there was no sound in the living room, and it was quiet.

Occasionally, bottles and glasses collide together.

"Rong Shao, I heard that there are a few female college students who accompany the wine at the Lenster Hotel, they are very innocent, new arrivals, do you want to go and see them?" As he spoke, Feng Li also took out his mobile phone and flipped through a few photos to Rong Jincheng.

Rong Jincheng frowned and glanced at it.

"They all look the same." He said disgustedly.

"No, right? But it's all awl faces, it's true. Feng Li picked another one, "What about this, this is a goose egg face, it's pure." ”

Rong Jincheng glanced at it again and waved his hand: "Dare to show me such an ugly one?" ”

Belch?

Feng Li thinks it's not ugly.

When did Rong Shao's taste become tricky.

Or is it that domestic women don't have his appetite?

"What about this, I heard that I am still a graduate student of the Department of Philosophy of Beijing University, with a high degree of education, and he is also beautiful, and he is still there for the first time." Feng Li whispered in Rong Jincheng's ear.

"I'm afraid it's dull in bed." Rong Jincheng scoffed.

"This" Feng Li is out of line, the young master is too picky.

He tried to pull a few more photos out of his phone.

"Rong Shao, the night is long, and it's raining again, do you want to call a woman to come to Jinyuan?" Feng Li has followed Rong Jincheng for many years and understands Rong Jincheng's temperament.

Rong Jincheng took a sip of red wine, pursed his lips, and tapped his slender fingers on the cup.

There was a subtle "ding-dong" sound in the living room.

Rong Jincheng did not speak.

However, the door to the bedroom on the second floor suddenly opened.

Han Yurou dragged her tired body to open the door, stood at the door and shouted: "Xiaohui, Xiaohui, pour me a cup of brown sugar tea." ”

At this sound, Feng Li was stunned.

He stared at Han Yurou for a long time.

Dare to be affectionate and tolerant of the young gold house?

This woman is white and beautiful, with long legs, not an awl face, but a goose egg face, without makeup, and her face is pale and a little haggard.

It's just that the beauty is slim and elegant, and it will become a beautiful scenery without applying powder.

Feng Li couldn't help but take a few more looks.

"Look again, gouge out your eyes." Rong Jincheng suddenly opened his mouth and warned fiercely.

Feng Li immediately turned his head: "Yes, don't look at it." ”

Only then did Han Yurou find out that there were guests downstairs.

She just glanced indifferently, turned back to the bedroom, and slammed the door shut.

Feng Li no longer talked to Rong Jin about women, and the few people he was looking for were indeed not as good as what Rong Shao was hiding in his house.

The difference is too far.

No wonder Rong Shao didn't let him look for a beautiful woman recently, it turned out that there was someone in the family.

Feng Li suddenly realized.

Rong Jincheng absentmindedly flipped through the report.

"Rong Shao, if there is nothing else to order, I will go back first?"

"You keep an eye on the affairs of the Han family, don't let others interfere, such a piece of fat, if it falls into someone else's mouth, I will ask you." Rong Jin lowered his voice.

"No problem, Rong Shao."

"Go ahead!"

"Okay."

Feng Li left in a hurry, his figure disappearing into the living room and walking outside.

Rong Jincheng touched his chin thoughtfully.

A maid came downstairs with a tray in her hand.

"Xiaohui, what did Miss Han call you for?"

"Rong Shao, Miss Han has a period and her stomach hurts, let me make her brown sugar tea."

Got a period? Rong Jincheng was very unhappy, and his face sank.