Silent.

No one answered.

"Rong Xiu? You're the boss! The old man began to count the generals.

Rong Xiu stood at the door, his hands in his trouser pockets, and the white shirt and black trousers on his body were meticulously dressed, tall and slender.

Hearing this, he just raised his eyes lightly and glanced at his grandfather.

Then, with a resolute jaw, he shook his head very lightly but strongly.

Rong Yaoguo covered his heart, his voice trembling, "Rong Li? ”

The second young master Rong Li, wearing a dark purple shirt and white casual trousers, approached the head of the bed slowly and methodically, and elegantly put down the tender roses in his hand.

Then, he evoked an evil smile that turned everyone upside down, "Grandpa, I might use her as a mannequin." Xia Jia...... Would you like to? ”

"......" The corners of Rong Yaoguo's mouth twitched twice, and he reluctantly set his eyes on the youngest grandson, "Rong Ming? What about you? Don't you want to either? ”

Rong Ming had black broken hair, wearing a black T-shirt and denim pants with little white shoes, and his handsome and delicate face quickly turned pig liver red, "Grandpa, grandpa, I'm only twenty years old...... Still in my junior year......"

At the end, he held back another sentence, "You...... You're forcing you to become a prostitute......"

Poof-

Rong Li couldn't help laughing.

Rong Xiu also raised his eyebrows lightly, and the cold and hard facial lines eased a little.

"......" Rong Yaoguo beat his chest, "Can't you let me give an explanation to the dead Old Man Xia?!" ”

Hand over? The three brothers quickly glanced at each other—

How to explain? Do you promise to be in person? What's the difference between that and being burned in the fire?

Although they hadn't seen the young lady of the Xia family and didn't know what she looked like, they had definitely heard of her eccentric and unruly 'prestige'.

Whoever marries her, isn't he looking for abuse?!

The final result of this conversation was, naturally, the same as countless previous times, unhappy.

Rong Xiu walked out of the hospital with a tall posture, ignoring the amazing gazes of the little nurses around him.

Alan was already waiting at the door, respectfully pulling the car door, "President, are you going back to the company?" ”

Rong Xiu sat down in the back seat of the black Rolls-Royce, raised his hand and supported his eyebrows, "Did you check out the presidential suite last night?" ”

Alan was stunned for a moment, not understanding why his boss suddenly paid attention to such a trivial matter, but he still nodded very devotedly, "I called just now and I have already checked out." ”

"...... in the room"

"President, is there something left over there? Need me to pick it up? Alan asked again.

Rong Xiu groaned.

Last night's episode faded silently like a traceless dream.

Only the residual hot flashes and tightness in his memory, as well as the little porcelain-white face nestled in his arms this morning, made him lose his mind for a moment.

In the end, he just shook his head and said lightly, "No need, go back to the company." ”

"Okay."

...........

Around noon.

Xia Nianxi had a splitting headache, and his whole body was aching and falling apart, as if he had been trampled by a hundred elephants.

The after-effects of drunkenness exploded in full force, and she struggled out of bed and looked around blankly—

I slept after going upstairs last night, and I was so drunk that I entered the room with the last bit of consciousness, and then ......

The memory seems to be a little fragmented, and I can't remember anything.

Lifting the sheets, I saw a dark red mass on the sheets.

Red wine stains? Or did you throw up last night? Or...... Is it something else?