"Because I want to confirm something." Wang Daolin said with a smile.

"What's the matter?" Su Qingyun asked.

Wang Daolin smiled, stretched out his index finger and shook it in front of his lips, and said, "Secret." ”

Seeing that Su Qingyun didn't seem to be very satisfied with his answer, he said again: "In short, Sister Su, don't worry, it's a society under the rule of law now, even if they want to do anything to me, you have to weigh the existence of the police uncle." ”

"Do you have to go?" Su Qingyun said.

"Hmm." Wang Daolin nodded and said, "Although I know what she is looking for me for, there are some things that she has to see for sure." ”

"Okay." Su Qingyun finally nodded: "But I have to go with you!" ”

"Uh...... No need. Wang Daolin said with a smile.

He subconsciously felt that it would be more convenient to act alone, and in his bones he was not a person who liked to do things with others.

However, his arm couldn't twist his thigh after all, and when he reluctantly appeared with Su Qingyun at the place agreed with Li Rong, there were still a few minutes before the agreed time.

Li Rong and he made an appointment to meet at the Fucheng Hotel, as the only five-star hotel in Fucheng City, it is not something that ordinary people can afford, and the consumption of an ordinary meal is at least four figures, which is exclusive to local tyrants.

Entering the hotel lobby, the luxurious decoration in the lobby made him feel like he was away from home.

When I entered the door, I was greeted by a welcome lady with a professional smile on her face and said, "Welcome, do you want to stay or eat?" ”

"For dinner, my friend has arrived early." Wang Daolin looked up at the welcome lady in front of him, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and said calmly: "Spring Festival Hall, thank you." ”

"Spring Festival Hall, is it?" You can see that the welcome lady's expression changed slightly, and she respectfully made a gesture of please, and then turned around to lead the way in front.

"Please come with me."

Hey, look at the attitude of this welcome, the so-called Spring Festival Hall costs a lot of money, Li Rong has made a lot of money this time, Wang Daolin thought in his heart.

Facts have proved that he was right, the Spring Festival Hall is one of the best high-end boxes in Fucheng Hotel, and the box fee alone costs a lot of money, not counting other expenses, Li Rong has asked him, so he will naturally not be stingy with this "small money".

As the welcome lady entered the elevator and went up to the eighth floor, a magnificent door appeared in front of them, pushing open the closed door, and the luxury that came to their faces was eye-catching, but this was not the point of their visit.

You can see that in the spacious, 50-square-meter Spring Festival Hall, the only table is sitting next to the target they came this time.

Li Rong is wearing a slim black dress today, and the three-dimensional cut is just right to set off Li Rong's concave and convex figure, and it adds a bit of mature femininity, just like a fragrant and ripe peach.

As soon as she saw them, Li Rong's eyes first showed obvious surprise, and then a trace of doubt, but it was quickly covered up by the smile on her face.

"It's you." Li Rong looked at Su Qingyun and said, obviously Li Rong knew Su Qingyun.

Then he turned his gaze to him, looked up and down a few times, and said with a smile: "Presumably this little friend is Wang Daolin." ”

Although this is a question sentence, Li Rong's tone is a firm declarative sentence.