Rong Sheng snorted coldly and didn't speak.

Lin Wei'an frowned: "Rong Jiu wants to pick up the wind and wash the dust for his brother, and the invitations have already been sent to the house, just three days later, in Rong Yanli's private villa, you don't know?" ”

Zhong Sibai's flaxen hair color was a little eye-catching, and he was inexplicably proud: "I'm probably afraid that we will smash the field." ”

Their three demon kings are notorious, and they are terrifying existences.

He must have been scared!

Lin Wei'an: "......"

What is he proud of?

He was talking.

Rong Sheng's mobile phone resting on the mahjong table rang.

The noisy ringing rings recurred in the box.

After a long while, Rong Sheng picked up his phone and glanced at it unhurriedly.

Yung Siu-chung's phone.

I swiped it and put it in my ear, and my voice was lazy: "Hey? ”

Rong Zhaozong's voice was indifferent, always making people feel gentle and elegant: "Xiaosheng, are you busy?" ”

Rong Sheng's eyebrows were not shocked, as always, he was casual: "Well, something?" ”

Rong Sheng lived in exile before he was thirteen years old, and only later did he recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors.

The relationship with Rong Zhaozong is not too close, but it is not too bad.

Rong Zhaozong didn't go around in circles with him, and went straight to the point: "I just received a call, something happened to Yaoyao, and now it's going to the police station." ”

Rong Sheng didn't care much, and the cigar between his fingers shook twice in the ashtray: "Oh, what's the matter with me?" ”

Rong Zhaozong paused: "If you have time, go and have a look." ”

"I don't have time, I'm busy." Rong Sheng's peach eyes were half-squinted, his face was not red and his heart was not beating, he bit the cigar in his mouth, the smoke was filled, and his bony fingers touched a card back, and said vaguely in his mouth: "Damn, another chicken." ”

Lin Jianqing: "......"

Zhong Sibai: "............"

Lin Wei'an: ".................."

It's blatant.

Didn't you say you're busy, so let's make a show!

I'm afraid that he doesn't know what he's busy with, and he's playing mahjong?!

Rong Zhaozong listened quietly for a while, but he was not angry, and his voice was still calm and indifferent: "Since you don't have time, then I'll ask Xiao Jiu, it's something that happened on his territory, besides, Eleven has also been with him for a while, and now that Eleven is fighting with others and being detained, he should be happy to help me with this." ”

Rarely would he have said so much.

Rong Sheng took down the cigar between his thin lips, and when he heard the name, his beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed, and smoke slowly overflowed from his thin lips: "Who?" ”

Rong Zhaozong: "Xiao Jiu." ”

"Who is the person who is fighting?"

Rong Zhaozong paused: "...... Eleven. ”

Rong Sheng licked the corners of his lips and pushed the cards away: "What, Xiaobai, you won't come, okay, if you don't come, you won't come, next time you play like this, don't play cards with your master." ”

Rong Zhaozong's side was quiet and did not speak.

Rong Sheng hooked his lips and held the phone unhurriedly: "Okay, I have time now, since this is the case, then I will reluctantly help you take a look." ”

Rong Zhaozong smiled lightly: "Okay." ”

Three-faced confused: "......"

What kind of operation is this?

After listening to him answer the whole call, Zhong Sibai glanced at the color of the person who was about to win: "Boss, I didn't say anything just now......

After one night, he lost one night.

It's hard to usher in his highlight moment.

He actually pushed the cards?!

Yes~~

He's all the same!