"Follow Si Shao, be careful of what happens to him." Si Shaoqi glanced at Rong Che's back uneasily, although he was a strong-willed man, but the medicinal properties were said to be extremely powerful, as Rong Che's friend, he didn't want Rong Che to make any jokes here.

"Afraid of what? I've arranged everything, the Spring Palace is our territory, let him go chic. Long Haodong smiled disapprerovingly, and the other people just looked at each other and didn't say anything.

The heat of the body became more and more intense, Rong Che walked out of the private room, there were already many sweat droplets on his forehead, his steps were slightly messy, he didn't drink much, at this time, he had already noticed that there might be something wrong with that glass of wine, but everyone drank that wine, why did he react strongly?

He didn't have time to think about it, so he went straight to the bathroom, at this time, he needed to maintain a high level of alertness, and his brain was already foggy. He pushed open the door to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and spread cold water all over his face.

The man in the mirror is beautiful, with well-defined outlines, but only those cold eyes are unusually clear. He has always been wary of Long Haodong's pranks, but he doesn't want to fall into this trap. It's not that he hasn't heard of such a thing as an aphrodisiac, but he doesn't want to indulge in it when he encounters such a thing.

He knew there was no antidote to alleviate his situation, but he didn't want to be driven by the drug to do something wrong. With his head buried in cold water, he needed to stay absolutely awake.

The icy cold water suppressed the boiling blood in the brain, and the ** in the body was temporarily contained. Looking at his red eyes in the mirror, he wiped his face, picked up a dry towel on the side, and wiped his wet hair clean.

He is Rong Che, he is a calm and ruthless Long Si Shao, he can't make any mistakes on such an occasion. After his hair was dried and his face returned to his previous calm, he suppressed the ** in his body, and wanted to turn back to the private room to get his things and leave.

The seductive maid dangled in the hallway, like a great temptation before his eyes. The ** that had been suppressed just now began to spread like a virus. Countless ants gnawed inside him, and he closed his eyes and walked forward against the wall. Without seeing, the mind is able to remain at peace for a while.

Qin Youyou sat in the box, it was good to have money. She leaned on the couch, her legs halfway on the lap of a waitress who was giving her a careful and gentle foot massage. The various foods beside her were placed on the coffee table, and she only needed to move the colors, and someone immediately handed them to her mouth.

She stared at the screen, playing songs at random, but she kept thinking about Hou Tao's sorry in her mind, and the wound in her heart was gurgling with blood. All the mountain alliances and sea vows can't withstand reality, isn't she just because she doesn't have parents, isn't she just because she is from a humble background, but this is also going to be an excuse for her not to get love?

Tomorrow would have been a good day for her, she could become Hou Tao's bride in a wedding dress, and she wanted to deliver herself to her beloved man on this most important day. But I don't want to, it's just my own wishful thinking.

As soon as she thought of Rong Lin's slightly bulging lower abdomen, she felt a chill down her spine. It turned out that her body, like her soul, was humble. She has no way to compare with Rong Lin, the prince will always marry a princess, and Cinderella is just a fairy tale. An ugly duckling is an ugly duckling, and it can't be a white swan at all.