Young Master, Don't Bother Me

At the moment in the study, Leng Yu turns on the computer and clicks on the email he just received.

Several pages of e-mail, are about Duan Zhenghao, he click the mouse page by page, brow a little bit of tightening.

Because of the disgust of Duan Qingyan, Leng Yu never checked Duan Zhenghao's background. Unexpectedly, he found something that surprised him.

"Send me some detailed information about Mr. Luo tomorrow."

Some details he still needs to confirm. After replying to the e-mail, he took the pen in the pen holder and turned around impatiently. He got up and went out of the study.

"Don't you understand? The slow baby Xiaojing. "

Next door, Luo Xiaojing bit her hand and stared blankly at another wechat from Su Yue.

"What's the routine? You don't know what the Royal ornaments are like. Isn't he Mu still filled with indignation in the morning? "

Su Yue: "the Royal ornament is blackened. There are many rumors, but have you ever thought that as long as kaolin wants to calm the storm, he will have a way."

The whole network black is not better than the black material that can't lift the storm, and this time the new royal ornament product is questioned by the black, it's a little strange. Under normal circumstances, Leng Yu shouldn't sit by and ignore it like now.

If he sends a punctuation mark on his microblog, he can forward his influence. As long as he says one word on his microblog, the wind direction will change immediately. It will not be as intractable as he said and the whole Royal Ornament will be helpless.

There is something wrong with Luo Xiaojing: "but what do I do with his routine?"

Su Yue: "are you stupid? Of course, I'll leave you with him and not let you go. "

Heart like a heavy hammer hit, Luo Xiaojing: "it is not."

Su Yue: "do you know it in your heart?"

Luo Xiaojing really knows that when she says that the flowers are over and she wants to go back, Leng Yu's cold comes, Luo Xiaojing knows that Leng Yu doesn't want her to leave Nanyuan.

"This time, he is really in trouble, and the great God will be powerless." But she didn't want to admit it, because as soon as she thought about it, she thought of the absolute male master that night.

"It's nice to deceive yourself. He likes routine. You like routine. I can't say anything." The onlooker sees clearly, Su Yue doesn't study deeply, but in a twinkling of an eye, she looks like a thief again. "Xiaojing baby, you're just a flower of Gaoling. You two are also a big play of the year. You can't have a big ending in a short time, so you should sprinkle some sugar."

Luo Xiaojing: "CHEN Ye is not here, and your heart is wild again, isn't it? Don't worry about killing you if you eat too much sugar? "

"Anyway, you are in Gaoling Yizhi flower. Be careful that he will directly touch your room in the middle of the night, while you are asleep, and then..."

No matter what the topic is, Su Yue can always turn to it. Luo Xiaojing frowns and politely returns a facial expression bag that you need a bag of decontamination powder.

The style of painting immediately deviated, and the battle of facial expression pack immediately took place. Luo Xiaojing, who had no stock, was not Su Yue's opponent at all. He was defeated in just four rounds.

Su Yue: "little tendon Xiaojing baby, I'm not kidding, fire prevention, theft prevention, God, recite three times before going to bed."

Luo Xiaojing has no facial expression bag to deal with her. She turns off her mobile phone and throws it aside. She simply doesn't pay attention to it.

It was still early and she couldn't sleep. She got up, took out a book from the shelf and sat looking through it.

[conceive the exquisite jewelry that belongs to you]

LUO Xiaojing looks at it absently. The small words blur into a cold face. She closes the book impatiently, grabs the mobile phone next to her and starts to micro blog.

Flowers are still hot, many royal fans have left messages waiting for Leng Yu to come forward to refute the rumor, but Leng Yu's microblog is as cool as he doesn't care about everything.

Su Yue is right. With Leng Yu's influence, as long as he stands up now and says something, even a lie will be taken seriously.

There are also many flowers carved with tourmaline. Leng Yu's own design is already a big gimmick. In addition to Su Han's sculptors and his award-winning resume, there is no need for Luo Xiaojing to worry.

"Hateful God!"

Luo Xiaojing's mouth is flat and her voice is soft. A surge of emotion surges up. She can't say whether she is heartfelt or angry.

The evidence is in front of her. She wants to deceive herself. She hesitates whether she wants to sneak up and do something first and then. Her fingers inadvertently slide on the mobile phone screen to make a picture jump out.

Leng Yu and Duan Qingyan?

Clear pupil suddenly tightened, as if the heart of weightlessness emptiness let her hand also can't help clenching, she told herself again and again can't believe, but the photo is so real in front of you, want to ignore all can't.

"Luo Xiaojing, why are you so cheap?"

If you don't go to the microblog, you won't see Leng Yu and Duan Qingyan in the same frame. The picture is too imaginative, but she doesn't even have the qualification to question.

Holding the mobile phone in her hand, she opens Leng Yu's microblog again. Like Fanhua, Leng Yu has no explanation for his affair with Duan Qingyan.

No explanation is default?In the heart of the question mark into a prairie fire, almost in an instant burned Luo Xiaojing's reason, secretly scolded a few words, Luo Xiaojing is you ask for it, is you refuse to compound will be like this, she holding the mobile phone rushed out of the door.

"Xiaojing?"

Low male voice from the top of the head, Luo Xiaojing did not expect to run just to be caught.

"Are you going out?" Leng Yu locked the little woman's tiny red face tightly. He was stunned by the faint anger, "what's the matter? What's the matter? "

Soft voice of inquiry let Luo Xiaojing momentum immediately cut a few points, she found that she had no resistance to the gentle cold.

Secretly scolded a sentence oneself to have no promise, she raised a head to stuffy voice way: "nothing."

Leng Yu stopped her with a mistake: "going?"

"Yes, I'm going home." Facing his slightly wrinkled eyes, Luo Xiaojing stepped back and said coldly, "Leng Yu, the problem of Fanhua is not as serious as you said."

The title changed, not boss and sculptor, but Leng Yu and Luo Xiaojing.

"Teacher Su can solve everything here. Fanhua doesn't need me anymore."

Looking straight at each other, Luo Xiaojing makes Leng Yu stubborn, like a knife cutting him. He frowns and sighs: "you're right, Fanhua doesn't need you."

Seeing that he admitted, Luo Xiaojing's anger just came out again. It's not a matter of routine. The photos in the same frame with Duan Qingyan can be put away. She was angry. At that moment, she believed Leng Yu and worried about her and the Royal ornaments.

"Then you still..."

"But what can I do?" Leng Yuzhuo looked at the angry little face in front of him and said, "it's not good to use the strong, the beautiful man's plan doesn't work, and there's no assists. Besides pretending to be pitiful and keep you here, what else can I do?"