"Eat!"

Zhao Qingming didn't go to see him, but blew the noodles in front of him, and ate in small bites.

Rong Che was taken aback for a moment, and started eating.

I felt irritable at first, but I didn't have any mood to eat this noodle.

But in a blink of an eye, when I tasted the taste of this noodle, I had the urge to stop.

He ate up the noodles quickly again.

"Have you done this wrong before?"

Rong Cheol asked her aloud.

"Do you think I did it?"

Zhao Qingming put his pair of pure white hands in front of him.

Rong Che looked at her hands. They were a pair of snow-white delicate hands, with round nails, exuding a crystal pink luster.

Her fingers, at first glance, are the kind of pampering habit, how can they be a pair of hands washing hands and making soup.

However, she has never cooked before, and she cooked so delicious, which is endless aftertaste.

Before, he had also eaten something Xue Mengyao made, which was also a bowl of noodles.

Although Xi Shi is in the eyes of the intercession-people, I have to say that her bowl of noodles is really different from Zhao Qingming's.

Is it really because of talent, or because I am really hungry now.

"Go wash the dishes! I'm upstairs!"

Zhao Qingming glanced at him, and walked upstairs with long legs.

Rong Che looked at her figure until she disappeared in front of him, and then he looked at the phone that he put aside.

He picked up the phone and looked at the latest call.

He called Xue Mengyao again.

Xue Mengyao did not answer the phone.

He called again, and this time it rang twice before the phone was picked up.

"Rong Che, hurry up and save me... come and save me..."

On the phone, Xue Mengyao's cry for help came.

Also mixed with the laughter of the man.

"Xue Mengyao, where are you?"

Hearing this sound, Rong Che seemed to feel that his blood had frozen at this moment.

He stood up suddenly, and asked in the phone.

"I……"

Before Xue Mengyao had time to say something, the phone was cut off.

In the cell phone, there was another busy tone.

Rong Che took his mobile phone, quickly walked to the hallway, changed his shoes, and hurriedly took the key on the table, opened the door and left.

Zhao Qingming was standing upstairs. She watched the wind and rain outside, and watched Rong Che's car, the car lights suddenly turned on.

Soon he disappeared in the rain and fog.

Zhao Qingming pulled up the curtains again, took off his clothes, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

By the next day, Zhao Qingming hadn't woken up yet.

I was woken up by a knock on the door.

She rubbed her wistful eyes and put on her clothes one by one.

Then I walked over to open the door.

"Miss Zhao...We have something wrong with Rong Shao!"

Outside the door, a man was crying with a face, looking like a concubine.

"What's up with him!"

Zhao Qingming asked, she walked to the bathroom and started brushing her teeth.

She knew the person outside the door. He was the assistant beside Rong Che, who usually handled Rong Che's personal affairs.

The assistant walked in, sweating profusely.

"Young Master Rong seems to be in an accident. He called last night and said, "What do you want us to arrange... Then the phone was cut off. After that, if I continued to make any calls, I couldn't get through. We rushed over here at night." All of the mountain roads have been blocked by the fallen trees. This has just dredged the road down, but I still haven’t seen our young Master Rong!"