In the elevator of Jinhuan Hotel, Mo Nanjue took out his mobile phone, and the text messages sent by Rong Qin were displayed on the screen word for word, with two simple words: completed.

The recipient is a private mobile phone number in Jinhai City, and Bacheng is just a person responsible for contacting her.

The corners of the man's mouth hooked coldly, and he raised his hand and pressed the first floor.

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Meanwhile.

South Africa.

In the golden villa, Luo Xiao was cooking dinner in the restaurant.

The dining table covered with a dark blue tablecloth is full of Chinese food, braised fish, lion's head, beer duck, vermicelli claypot......

Everything is complete.

Meng Yao stood on the side and occasionally made a move, she didn't expect that Luo Xiao would be able to cook a good dish.

She stared at Luo Xiao's sweaty Qingjun side face, at this time he took off all the heaviness, looking warm as jade, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes were dyed with a smile.

The corners of Meng Yao's mouth curled slightly, but before she could smile, Luo Xiao suddenly turned around, "You go and ask Xiao Dye to come down." ”

Meng Yao's smile froze instantly, and she nodded, "Okay." ”

She turned and went upstairs.

Today is the fourth day that Tong Dye was brought to South Africa.

She cried and made trouble for three days, but Luo Xiao said that he would not let her go, either by her side all the time, or by arranging for a servant to watch her.

No matter how much trouble she made, she never let her out of this villa.

On the third night, Tong Ran stopped crying, she put away all her emotions, and just sat quietly in front of the windowsill.

Meng Yao walked to the door and wanted to raise her hand to knock on the door, but after thinking about it, she pushed the door open, "Mrs. Luo?"

No one answered, Meng Yao walked in, there was no light in the room, Tong Ran was sitting on the balcony with her knees crossed, and there were two servants standing on the side, looking at her for a moment.

It's like being in prison.

Meng Yao took a few steps closer, and she spoke softly, "Mrs. Luo, the young master asked me to ask you to come downstairs for dinner." ”

Tong Ran was motionless, his eyes wandering in the vast night outside the window.

Meng Yao walked up to her and squatted down, "Mrs. Luo?"

She reached out and nudged her shoulder, and Tong Ran turned her head at this time, her little face lifeless, "Eat?"

"Yes, the young master made it himself," Meng Yao carefully held her shoulder, "It's all Chinese food, you will definitely like to eat it." ”

"Really?" Tong Ran smiled slightly, she raised her eyes to look at Meng Yao, "If you are in prison abroad and cook you a table of Chinese food, will you like to eat it?"

“……”

Meng Yao was asked a question from her.

Tong Ran didn't say more, she grabbed the railing and stood up, her snow-white long skirt made her posture even weaker, "Let's go." ”

Meng Yao stretched out his hand to help her, "Be careful." ”

"You don't need to help me," Tong Ran pushed her hand away, and she pointed to the two servants, "You three are here, are you afraid that I will run away? ”

“……”

Meng Yao didn't argue with her, so she stepped back and followed her.

The two came downstairs, Luo Xiao just fried the last dish, he tore off his apron, walked over and hugged Tong Ran's thin waist, Jun was full of gentle smiles on his face, "Xiao Ran, what I made today is what you like to eat." ”

Tong Ran's little face was cold, without the slightest emotion, Luo Xiao hugged her and walked to the table, "Are you hungry?"

Tong Ran looked at the table of dishes on the table, and the corners of his mouth curled up and sneered, "It's really good." ”