Secretly relieved, Hua took pity on the phoenix eyes and glanced at Kong Chengyi, only to see that he was still eating elegantly, and he couldn't guess his mood at the moment.

After lunch, Hua took Fang Xiufang around the shop specializing in nourishing and precious medicinal materials, and then went directly to the hospital, found an old Chinese medicine doctor to give her a pulse, grabbed a few doses of medicine before returning to Xiaoyueju, and then stewed bird's nest while also boiling Chinese medicine according to the doctor's instructions.

Early the next morning, Aunt Yang appeared at Xiaoyueju and said that her grandson was no longer in serious trouble and could come back to take care of the old lady.

Fang Xiufang thought about it for a while, and finally took Aunt Yang back to the old mansion of the Kong family, glanced at Hua Pity a few times ambiguously, and bluntly said that she would not disturb their two-person world, and even more so that she should hurry up and get pregnant, and quickly give birth to a big fat great-grandson.

After sending Fang Xiufang away, Kong Chengyi also went back to work in the company, the huge Xiaoyueju suddenly became empty again, sat quietly for a while and took pity to get used to the silence at the moment again, and finally cheered up and returned to his room, took out the drawings given to her by Cheng Shaobai and studied them attentively.

After a brief morning meeting with the senior management, and after arranging the urgent and important work, Kong Chengyi returned to his office from the conference room, took a morning newspaper in his hand, and quickly swept the page with sharp eyes, squinted slightly, and pressed the inner line.

"President!" within a minute, Ke Jie knocked on the door and entered the office.

"Fishy Weekly exclusive headlines?" raised the newspaper, Kong Chengyi's thin lips pursed, "I remember that I said not to expose my whereabouts recently!"

After the previous few deliberate shows of affection and exposure, he has stopped provoking the media, and he no longer wants to be harassed by the media endlessly, and today's exclusive headline of Fishy Weekly not only made the kiss between him and Hua Pity yesterday clear, but even amplified the whereabouts of the old lady and Hua Pity shopping and seeing Chinese medicine, and what made him most angry was that he also made the old lady's prescriptions public, which violated the old lady's privacy, which was the bottom line that he couldn't bear.

"I'll immediately find out which dog took the photo and followed him!" After following Kong Chengyi for many years, Ke Jie knows that he is protecting Fang Xiufang, and will never tolerate anyone hurting his beloved old lady.

"We must find out who broke the news to the paparazzi!" said coldly, Kong Chengyi must know who is so bold and reckless that he can sell his whereabouts to reporters and let them disclose their privacy at will.

"Yes, I'll do it right away!" After receiving the order, Ke Jie left quickly, not daring to delay for a moment.

After standing for a while, Kong Chengyi picked up his mobile phone and made a call to the Kong family's mansion, telling Aunt Yang to put away all the newspapers and try not to watch TV, lest the old lady be unhappy when she saw her prescription being made public.

While studying the drawings, Hua pity while casually writing down the inspiration that emerged in his notebook, until his neck was sore, he was not withdrawn from the drawings, and the design plan also had a basic direction, as long as the plan was refined, and then discussed with Cheng Shaobai immediately.

With a basic idea of the design plan, Hua Pity felt relaxed in an instant, casually threw herself on the bed, grinning and showing an innocent smile that had not been revealed for a long time.

The mobile phone on the desk "buzzed" and vibrate, Hua Pi climbed up with one hand on the bed, pressed the screen with his thumb, saw the content of WeChat clearly, and put the phone back on the desktop casually, and the grinning smile gradually stopped.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Ke Jie knocked on Kong Chengyi's office with a blue folder.

"President, this is what you want!" respectfully put the information in front of Kong Chengyi, Ke Jie thought about how to report the contents.

Lowering his eyes and looking at the blue folder, Kong Chengyi didn't put down the documents in his hand, "Just say it!"

"Someone sold your whereabouts at a high price, and the person who sold it was ......" After a pause, Ke Jie did not continue.

Without hearing Ke Jie's last name, Kong Chengyi put aside the documents in his hand, picked up the blue folder, and quickly flipped through the pages.

Seeing that Kong Chengyi had quickly browsed the information, Ke Jie added: "I have checked, and the money given by the fishy weekly has been transferred to the lady's account!"

After a quick look at the thin two pages of information, Kong Chengyi threw the folder to the ground with a "snap", and the whole person stood up directly, "Won't it be wrong?"

"Sure not, the bank records have been brought up!" It wasn't that difficult, and Ke Jie was sure he couldn't make a mistake.

"You go out first!" Turning around and staring at the floor-to-ceiling window, Kong Chengyi's forehead was bruised, his thin lips were pursed, and he tried his best to control his anger.

After two minutes of silence, Kong Chengyi took out his mobile phone, swiped it on the number of flower pity, his thumb was just about to fall and then smashed the phone against the wall, with a crisp "pop", the phone of the local tyrant Jin fell to the ground, the screen was like a blooming gorgeous flower, and slender cracks extended.

The ostentatious lights constantly shift in the dimly lit palace-like upscale bar, the energetic dance music is one after another, and the crowd on the dance floor swaying wildly to the music seems more unbridled, and the indulgent expression seems to be enjoying the last feast of the apocalypse.

With his slender legs folded casually, Kong Chengyi sat with his back against the sofa, his deep eyes falling on the strange men and women swaying on the dance floor, holding a glass full of amber wine in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other, silent, like a calm judge looking at the crazy crowd.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Ran, who was sitting side by side, glanced at Kong Chengyi, who had not said a word since he stepped into the bar, and really couldn't guess what was going on with him at the moment.

took a leisurely puff of cigarette, Kong Chengyi didn't respond to him, took the wine and drank it all, bent down and filled the wine glass again.

As a cousin and friend, Ran Fang rarely saw Kong Chengyi, who was constantly pouring himself with alcohol, and finally couldn't help but cover his wine glass with one hand, and shouted: "Pull me out of the beauty, my Spring Festival is in the soup, you at least let me know what's going on, this is wine and not water, can you pour it like you?!"

The strong music engulfed Ran Fang's screams as if he was a dumb person with his mouth wide open, Kong Chengyi glanced at the wine glass covered by his palm lightly, reached out and picked up the wine bottle directly, raised his head to his mouth and took a big sip directly.

Looking at him dumbfounded, Ran Fang's hand covering the wine glass was also put away, "This is to buy drunk? I didn't expect the legendary cold-blooded Kong Shao to buy drunk!" Snorted coldly, Ran Fang raised his hand and poured his wine glass full of wine, and then raised his glass and touched his wine bottle with a "bell", "Come on, it's done!"

didn't refute, didn't even care what Ran Fang said, Kong Chengyi raised the wine bottle slightly and symbolically touched him, looking up and still simply taking a mouthful of wine, the numb spicy instantly filled his mouth, the tip of his tongue curled, and he swallowed it masochistically, the empty stomach suddenly burned, and the hot burning spread all over his body, and the look on his face was still the usual coldness, which made people guess what he was thinking at the moment.

Filling up the wine by himself, Ran Fang clinked glasses with Kong Chengyi again, and this time Kong Chengyi didn't even shake the wine bottle and clink glasses with him, picked up the bottle and took a big mouthful of it violently, the fine amber liquid dripped along the lines of the corners of his mouth, and finally landed on the snow-white shirt, which was stained with a large trace.

In just half an hour, Kong Chengyi emptied a bottle of spirits alone, still holding a cigarette in his hand unhurriedly, tilting his head and squinting slightly, as if he was staring at the ceiling but also seemed to be thoughtful, and the only thing that made Ran Fang angry was that he didn't say a word with a cold face, as if he was taking him as air.

"Brother, it's done!" Not pleasing his indifference, Ran let go of the new bottle of wine, directly took a new cup and poured it in front of him, holding his own wine in one hand, and collided hard, and the wine splashed for a while.

Hooking his lips mockingly, Kong Chengyi took the cup, raised it, and drank it all without showing weakness.

Kong Chengyi was reluctant to put down the wine glass, trying to anesthetize himself with alcohol, so that his angry and irritable mind would be blank for a moment, but Ran Fang was jealous that he was so indifferent and elegant even when he bought drunk, and he insisted on getting him drunk for a while, and he was about to get him drunk before he stopped.

In the next two hours, Ran Fang not only invited the audience to a round of wine, but even used his charm to invite several beautiful and hotly dressed beauties to accompany him for wine, and constantly made the beauties pour wine to Kong Chengyi.

With a cold face, he refused to throw the beautiful woman into his arms and sit close to him, but Kong Chengyi did not refuse the wine they gave under various names, and from the beginning he had the attitude of not refusing to drink, so he simply drank it all neatly, and then continued to smoke alone in silence.

I hid in my room all day studying the drawings, and gradually scribbled the first draft of the design on the draft, and before ten o'clock in the evening, my eyes were already sore, and finally I went to bed early.

Suddenly there was a crackling sound, and Hana opened her eyes in pity and fright, clutching her chest, holding her breath in the darkness, and nervously listening to see if there would be any other sounds.

After waiting for a while, Hua Pity faintly heard messy footsteps, the occasional violent cough, and then the sound of Kong Chengyi's door being slammed open.

Deciding that it was him who had returned, her hanging heart finally fell, and she breathed a sigh of relief, squinting her eyes and intending to continue sleeping.

"Bang...... Bang...... Bang......"

One after another slaps slammed down on the thick door, and the flowers, who had just wanted to sleep, were frightened again, and sat up quickly, looking at the closed door in the dark.

Is it Kong Chengyi? What's wrong with him? Guessing without bounds, he turned on the bedside lamp and stood briskly barefoot against the door.

"Open the door, open the door with pity!" Kong Chengyi, who had been silent all night, wanted to be angry at this moment, and roared wildly, slapping the door panel with such force that it almost smashed the door.

The eager roar in the middle of the night made Hua Pity completely sober up, and he was very sure that the person outside the door was Kong Chengyi, but he didn't know what was wrong with him.

"Open the door, open the door for me!" kicked the door hard, Kong Chengyi's drowsy head rested on the door panel, and his forehead was in sharp pain.

The door panel vibrate, but suddenly there was no sound, and in an instant all the sounds disappeared, and it was better to twist the door for a moment to think about it.

"What's wrong with you......" As soon as he opened his mouth, before he finished speaking, Hua pity's pink lips were covered by his hands, and before he could see Kong Chengyi's appearance, the whole person was pulled into his chest.

The slender arms tightly locked her in his arms, and the smell of wine surrounded her, Kong Chengyi's upright body pressed down tightly, and suddenly took her around, and kicked the door with a "bang" with his long legs, and directly pressed the flower pity on the door panel.

Pressed heavily on the door panel, Hua pity, low **, a pain in her back, the top of her head was firmly pressed against his chin, and even the pain only lasted for a second, the thick spicy filled her nose, and the familiar and unfamiliar ethereal breath fascinated her.