"Miss Rong has been kidnapped." This is not the entertainment industry, she is not called Director Rong, she is called according to her identity.

After hearing this, Wen Yue was surprised for a moment and turned to smile.

If you kidnap it, you kidnap it, and it's better never to never come back.

Yao Shu looked at her reaction and asked puzzledly, "Why aren't you worried at all?"

Isn't it said to be a good friend? How do you feel to hear this...... Still happy?

I'm worried about a fart, it's too late to be happy.

Wen Yue is an artist, acting is easy, and her emotions change quickly: "I'm worried, but I can't do anything, I can only be anxious."

Speaking of this, Yao Shu took the opportunity to ask her, "By the way, what does your family do?" The confidentiality contract you signed at the beginning never said anything about the situation at home."

At that time, someone said hello to her, and someone brought it to her, asking her not to ask more, she didn't know anything about Wen Yue.

Wen Yue's fingers under the table curled slightly, and her face changed slightly.

recalled that day, it was in the backyard of the Rong family, and Rong Guanshan removed Rong Huaijing's ears and eyes.

She was brought in through the back door.

For this grandfather, she had only met a few times when she was a child, but in fact, she only needed one word from him to be a veritable Miss Rong family.

The room was lit with Buddha incense, and it was very clean, and the table was covered with copied Buddhist scriptures.

The old man wore white to practice kung fu, and his body was not tough for a long time, and it was time for the Rong family to lose its heir.

Leaning over slightly, with one hand behind his back, the pen in his hand did not stop, not in a hurry, not slow, strong and powerful, and walked like a cloud on the white paper.

After writing the last stroke, he didn't look at her: "Do you know the words on it?"

Wen Yue took a step forward, the one on it was jerky and difficult to read, she didn't understand the Buddhist scriptures, so she couldn't recognize what kind of font it was.

Cautiously shook his head.

Rong Guanshan put it down, stood with his hands behind his back, his eyebrows were solemn, and his eyes were as sharp as blades.

Looking at her, "It's really not on the stage."

These words made Wen Yue's face red.

"He smelled out of the Rong family, but the more he lived, the more he went back, and he learned the skills I taught him into the dog's belly."

He even scolded his son.

Wen Yue didn't know his purpose, he was light and luxurious, although even his hair was carefully taken care of, but in a big family like the Rong family, he was out of place and could only look up.

"Rong Wen didn't know you were coming, did he?"

Indeed, "Well, Daddy doesn't know, I came back alone."

On rainy days, there will be something wrong with the old man's legs and feet, especially in the cold winter, when frequent attacks occur, and he is on crutches.

The tiger head carved from golden silk nanmu is held by him, with a wrench on his thumb, black jade, the shape is a snake attached, with fangs and a big mouth,

The aura from a high position, with the decisiveness of her youth, pressed her timidly.

It really can't be on the table.

Where can compare to the grandchildren of his Rong family.

"I'll give you another way to go, and if you can't do it, go back to where you belong."

He didn't say it explicitly, but soon after he entered the entertainment industry, and there was a warning before leaving.

"The heir of my Rong family is only Rong Huaijing, the second miss of the Rong family, only Rong Qi, don't worry about it if it's not yours, otherwise." He walked to the chair behind the desk, his back looking old, "—at your own risk."

Everything she has now is a charity from Rongguan Mountain, if she is not obedient, she will lose any honor.