After the rebirth, the top idol, he pestered me to announce

Chapter 18
Rong Fei looked away, his eyes were filled with dark ink that could not be dispersed, and watched Rong Qianqian's face turn red with a blank expression.

"Uh--"

Rong Qianqian struggled instinctively, and because of the manicure, she also scratched Rong Fei's hand with bloodstains.

There were physical tears in the corners of her eyes.

Madman, Rong Fei is a madman!
But Rong Fei didn't seem to feel the pain, seeing her start to roll her eyes, she threw her away.

Rong Qianqian knelt down on the ground with weak legs, covering her neck with her hands and gasping for breath.

too frightening.

She just thought that she was really going to die in Rong Fei's hands.

Rong Fei looked down at her condescendingly, "Rong Qianqian, Liu Tao is doing well in City A, right?"

Rong Qianqian raised her head suddenly: "How do you know!"

Liu Tao was the name of the gangster that Xie Chusheng had found. The plan that night didn't work out, so they hurriedly took him away and hid him.

The corners of Rong Fei's lips were slightly curved, and she avoided answering: "Do you still dare to work under my hands?"

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Rong Fei had seen through their plan long ago, so she was able to escape.

Rong Qianqian's eyes flickered, and now Rong Fei was going to face her hostilely.

If I go to the company, I don't know how I will be suppressed.

But if not.
She has no chance to fight!

Rong Qianqian bit the bullet and said, "Grandpa won't allow you to do this."

Rong Fei sneered: "You try."

See if Rong Qianqian's grandfather, whom Rong Qianqian regards as her backer, can help her.

Rong Qianqian almost ran away in despair.

The breeze blew Rong Fei's long hair, brushed across the brow bone, and her eyes looked like bottomless cold pools, cold and deep.

Suddenly, she turned her head to look at the small bungalow.

The window opened at some point, and a man with a handsome face stared at her inexplicably.

Let it out.

Her mysterious third uncle.

Rong Fei frowned.

Rong Fei didn't know how much he saw.

Rong Mingrang seemed to be smiling, but it was a bit weird for no reason.

Ding dong, Rong Fei's cell phone rang.

It was a message from Rong Mingrang.

Rong Mingrang's profile picture is a fat orange cat, which is extremely inconsistent with his appearance.

Rong Mingrang: [Come here. 】

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Rong Fei lowered her brows, unable to figure out Rong Mingrang's attitude.

But she couldn't help it.

When passing by the room of Rong Minghe and his wife, there was a sound of things breaking inside, and Rong Fei didn't stop.

His hands slipped carelessly into the pockets of his coat.

The small western-style attic was far away, and Rong Fei walked to the door of the attic with many turns and turns.

The perennially closed door is open.

The light was not turned on, and the sunlight refracted in through the glass, forming beams of light, and the dust in the air could be seen clearly.

There was a depressing and heavy breath.

There are easels covered with white cloth and curtains scattered on the ground, as if no one has taken care of them for a long time.

The English-style wall clock on the wall suddenly made a ticking sound.

Rong Fei looked up the stairs, Rong Mingrang pushed the wheelchair, and put a white blanket on his legs.

Her hair is black, and under the messy stream is a pair of bottomless eyes. The collar of the white shirt is slightly open, revealing a sickly whiteness.

Rong Fei shouted: "Third Uncle."

"Ah."

Xu Shi didn't speak for a long time, Rong Mingrang's voice was hoarse, completely different from the clear and clear one Rong Fei remembered.

A decadent atmosphere enveloped Rong Mingrang, and he turned the direction of the wheelchair.

Not a word.

Rong Fei also stepped up and followed.

When stepping on the wooden stairs, I vaguely heard the creaking of wooden boards. Rong Feixin said that it might be suitable for shooting a horror movie.

(End of this chapter)