Not the kind of emotion mixed with dirty eroticism.

Cen Liangxi's eyes, which had always been indifferent and alienated, were filled with ink at this moment, which was shocking at first glance.

Rong Huang didn't notice Cen Liangxi's abnormality. He only stared at the tea leaves floating on the water in the cup for a while, then slowly nodded.

She doesn't know how to sing anyway. Isn't it just right to flicker those bear kids every day?

"I have something to do next, I will pick you up in the afternoon." Cen Liangxi thought for a while, leaned over and raised her hand, paused for a few seconds with her big palm in the air, and then slowly placed it on the top of the little girl's soft hair and rubbed it gently. Twice.

It feels very good.

Rong Huang's neck shrank from being rubbed, and he dared not move his neck.

When Cen Liangxi withdrew his hand, Rong Huang moved her stiff neck, "Okay, okay, then I'm leaving."

Cen Liangxi called to Rong Huang, took out a small black velvet box from his suit pocket, and handed it to Rong Huang, "This is a meeting ceremony, I hope you like it."

Rong Huang licked his lower lip without being polite, and reached out to take it, "Thank you."

Cen Liangxi heard Rong Huang's milky ending and smiled even more, "I'm very happy to be able to give you a gift."

Rong Huang smiled dryly, then got up and left the private room hurriedly.

Out of the private room, the good smell of men's perfume on the man's body gradually disappeared.

Rong Huang raised his hand and touched his nose, then touched the top of his hair, and muttered in a low voice, "I suspect that he has eyes open."

After all, this king is so beautiful as a god.

Shui Shui echoed, "I think too."

Rong Huang held out his chest proudly, his face was dazzling, this king is the most beautiful.

"Yeah, is this coming back with the man?" A bitter voice sounded, Rong Huang was about to open the box, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Yu Yanjun standing at the top of the stairs.

Next to Yu Yanjun is Lu Wanshu.

Rong Huang frowned, how could his soul persist?

"Who are you?" Rong Huang's dark eyes were blank, as if he really didn't know them.

Yu Yanjun frowned and looked at Rong Huang, with irony in her eyes, "Last time I was in the store, I didn't have enough prestige. Now that I and Wanshu see shameful things, do you pretend to have amnesia?"

Rong Huang didn't change his face and put the box into the pocket of his little jacket, and raised his ruddy lips, "I'm sorry, I really don't know you."

"Bitch, you pretend again!" Yu Yanjun is not as calm and calm as Lu Wanshu. It can be said that she has a simple mind. When Rong Huang was excited, she raised her throat and scolded Rong Huang.

"Is Captain Yu teaching his daughter this way?" An indifferent voice sounded, and Yu Yanjun heard the reputation and saw Cen Liangxi standing not far behind Rong Huang.

Cen Liangxi was dressed in a black suit, her chest pocket exposed a corner of a square scarf, neat and abstinent, coupled with that always cold face, looked a little bit bluffing.

Yu Yanjun's face suddenly turned pale.

She is different from those rich ladies. She doesn't like Marshal Teng. She likes Cen Liangxi, who always wants to marry him.

Now Cen Liangxi criticized her indifferently, and Yu Yanjun's eyes suddenly became red.

How could Cen Liangxi stand on Rong Huang's side?

"How come President Cen has time to come here today to listen to the show?" Lu Wanshu calmly patted Yu Yanjun on the back of her hand, and looked at Cen Liangxi with a gentle smile, her peachy eyes seemed to look at everyone with affection.

Rong Huang didn't like the appearance of Lu Wanshu's white lotus the most, and his heart was very blocked, but he was worried that the lady could not collapse, Rong Huang still made no sound.