Rong Huang returned to the house, returned to the room after an order for a meal, and fell asleep faintly.

When I woke up, it was dim in the room, and the curtains were drawn. It was dark and silent.

Rong Huang took out his phone and swiped his Weibo for a while, and it was all about the program "Survival on the Deserted Island".

A few other guests, except for the one-armed Zhuo Wei, posted a Weibo report on safety, and Shi Qiao also sent a WeChat message to her, asking her to post a Weibo report on safety.

Rong Huang thought for a while, typed out a line, and clicked to send.

"Rong Huang v: Don't worry, everyone, I am safe. [Love]"

After posting, Rong Huang didn't pay attention to comments anymore, and quit Weibo.

Shui Shui came out, her delicate voice filled with great doubts, "Major, why don't you solve Zhuo Wei and Pei Jing directly on the island?"

It is reasonable that the king is so powerful, he will definitely be able to drop two sharks on the island.

Rong Huang rubbed his eyes, his beautiful apricot eyes were stained with water vapor, "I guess Pei Jing knows the source of those alien species."

Shui Shui tilted his head and thought for a long time, "I see, what do you want to do next, Majesty?"

"The king has loved a good citizen, so he will naturally report it to the country." Rong Huang rolled around on the bed, revealing a white and tender little jiojio, "Rather than tragically die on the island and get the sympathy of countless people, it is better to The identity of the insider has become popular on the Internet."

If everyone knew that Pei Jing knew all this but didn't take the initiative to inform everyone, the resentment towards Pei Jing could be imagined.

When he was in the cave, Rong Huang felt that Pei Jing was wrong, and then he thought of the world that Pei Jing was in, and connected with these high-tech products, he could naturally guess something.

Pei Jing didn't tell everyone what these things were doing for her own sake, so let her be a good person and accept everyone's praise and admiration.

Rong Huang buried his face in the pillow and let out a brisk laugh.

Rong Huang's laughter was interrupted by the phone's ringtone. Rong Huang frowned and rolled over to look at the phone.

It's an unfamiliar number.

Because of Rong Huang's career, Rong Huang made a connection. What if some director asked her to go filming?

From the other end of the phone came a gentle voice like flowing water, with just the right politeness, "Hello, I'm Wu Tingbai, we met in the morning."

Rong Huang blinked, Feng is sick?

"Hello, what's the matter?" Rong Huang remembered that they didn't know each other before.

"Please forgive me for taking the liberty to call you. I previously invested in "Dead Island Survival", and I want to find Miss Rong to find out what happened on the island." Wu Tingbai looked at the Rong in the picture frame on the table with a relaxed attitude. Huang, with a smile in his eyes.

"That's it... OK, listen to Brother Bai, when will you have time, let's meet?" Rong Huang licked his lower lip and smiled silently, like a little fox.

Hearing the little girl's nickname for him, Wu Tingbai's eyes were deep, and he continued to say quietly, "I'm not busy now, how about noon tomorrow?"

Rong Huang bit his hand and his milky voice was a little vague, "Okay."

After confirming the meeting place, Rong Huang hung up the phone.

Rong Huang threw away the phone and grabbed the flying water in front of his eyes, "I think the phoenix disease in this world is a gentle duck."

Like a ball of warm water, it feels warm.

Super comfortable.

Shui Shui struggled to break free, trying to break free from Huang's devil's claws, while secretly thinking, when was that person gentle?

Afraid to trick the king into the bait in a gentle skin, right?