The staff retired when they noticed that the atmosphere had become ambiguous, and now only Rong Huang and Bai Heng were left in the reception room.

As Rong Huang drew closer, the distance between the two of them narrowed infinitely.

So close that Bai Heng could smell the delicious milk scent on Rong Huang's body.

Rong Huang likes to drink milk very much, so he has this kind of smell on his body, right?

This thought came out of Bai Heng's mind for no reason.

Rong Huang, who was standing in front of Bai Heng, couldn't wait for Bai Heng to speak for a long time. He turned his head and saw his confused eyes.

Rong Huang: "..."

Rong Huang tugged at his shirt dissatisfied, his tone was a little bit coquettish, "What are you doing in a daze? I'm asking you something."

Bai Heng replied in a low voice, "Everywhere is beautiful."

After speaking, the man's ears were scarlet.

He grew up this way, and it was the first time he heard a girl act like a baby to him. While he was novel, he felt that his heart was hit by something, and he jumped faster.

Rong Huang saw in the mirror that Bai Heng was so embarrassed that he couldn't wait to find a place to sew in, and his unhappy mood suddenly improved a lot.

With a soft snort, Rong Huang's mellow small chin raised, "Count you barely pass."

"That's it." Rong Huang said to the staff, pointing to Bai Heng again, "design him a look."

The staff hurriedly took Bai Heng to design the styling.

Rong Huang sat on the sofa in the reception room, holding his chin in a bored look, and occasionally yawned twice.

The world Rong Huang had never been so busy before. This world wakes up earlier than chickens and sleeps later than dogs every day. It can be said to be cruel and inhumane.

Rong Huang decided to wait until this time was over, and then leave the company's affairs to Mother Rong, and she went to the beach with Feng Bingyi for a vacation.

Half an hour later, Bai Heng was wearing a black suit, a white shirt, a dark tie, and black trousers wrapped her two straight long legs.

The hair is also simply removed, with a sense of design, but it doesn't look obtrusive.

Bai Heng's skin is very good, cold and flawless, and it is difficult to see the marks of pores when he looks closer.

This made the pores and rough appearance of Ronghuang just a hundred lemons after staying up all night until the early hours of the morning, and it was going to die of soreness.

Oh, this **** sweet man is even more refined than the king.

But since he was going out with the king, it was for the sake of the king's face, so just forgive him reluctantly.

According to the etiquette of this world, men and women attending banquets are men holding women's arms.

Rong Huang went to the hometown to follow the customs, so naturally.

Moreover, she quite enjoys the world of female dignity.

Except for the pretentious dog thief, other men, because of legal restrictions, never dared to get too close to women other than their family members.

The same is true for women. Except for the mistress Liu Yanzhi who thinks men should have three wives and four concubines, as well as those women who are bewitched by the dog thief Mourning, they are busy working on their respective careers and have no time to intrigue.

Thinking of this, Rong Huang remembered that the dozens of women who had forgotten to keep their brains at birth had yet to settle.

Turning the pages of the fashion magazine carelessly, Rong Huang thought that it was time to deal with them after the dinner was over.

The two got into the car, and the white hung moved like clouds and water, started the car neatly, and left the studio.

Bai Heng hit the steering wheel and saw Rong Huang playing with the phone from the corner of the light. He licked his lower lip as if he wanted to say something.

Of course, Bai Heng looked at Rong Huang as he noticed it, and he turned his head to look at Bai Heng with a smile.