It was another day working in Southern County Commercial Capital. In the afternoon, Qu Yan received the news that Cheng Feiyang had returned to S City.

Du Ruo kept complaining on the phone, "Xiao Yan, come on, come on, this prodigal son insists on picking up the wind for him, and he looks like he is going to be poor. He just called and asked me to open Lafite for him, you know. It’s the first time since I opened a restaurant that I wanted to sell fake wine."

Qu Yan couldn't laugh or cry, and only said: "It's okay, it's okay to charge me at that time. I'll ask you for this meal."

"Hey, how can you spend your money? I just ask, just thinking about the good wine and feeding the grandson to drink, it's a bit painful." She sighed.

Qu Yan said, "You care about him too much."

"..." Du Ruocai asked after a moment of silence on the phone, "Sister, what are you thinking? Your thoughts are dangerous."

"Just care, this is a neutral word, sister, where did you think about it? I'm afraid your idea is more dangerous than mine." Qu Yan replied.

"Hey, let's not talk about it, I'll go ahead and see you in the evening." With that, Du Ruo hung up the phone as if his tail was on fire.

Qu Yan just smiled when he watched the phone black out the screen.

She really hoped that Du Ruo could be happy.

However, this also depends on the fate between the two of them, and cannot be forced.

Du Ruo, on the other end of the phone, looked at the black screen of the mobile phone, but he felt like he was left behind.

Does she care about that prodigal? That's terrible...

A picture emerged in her mind: She worked so hard to make money, and finally accumulated a small vault of her own, but Cheng Feiyang walked in carelessly, raised her hand to order the gold she had saved into a bottle of Lafite, and then I drank it in one gulp, drank it, and even hiccuped happily~

too! Can! afraid! NS!

Du Ruo shivered, and quickly checked Yipinxian's account, and after looking at the surplus on the account, he felt a little more at ease.

At least, with the money in her account, she can still buy several cars of Lafite, which will not kill him.

No, what is she thinking?

Du Ruo knocked on her head, and then took a few deep breaths. When she was about to continue her work, she heard a notification from her assistant Tingting, "Ms. Du, Shao Cheng is here."

The Prodigal Return!

She got up from her seat, and then felt that she was indeed a little excited, so she calmed down and said slowly, "Well, I see, take him to the private room on the 9th floor first. I'll be there in a while."

"But Shao Cheng said... if you are going to pick him up, he is at the back door." Tingting said embarrassedly.

"Huh?" Du Ruo puzzled, what kind of human confusing behavior is he?

Three minutes later, Du Ruo saw a man at the back door...wearing sunglasses and black clothes, standing mysteriously behind the suitcase.

"Who are you?" She couldn't believe it, the man in front of her turned out to be Cheng Feiyang.

However, he took off his sunglasses, revealed those familiar romantic peach eyes, raised his eyebrows and said, "Who else is there besides me?"

"Then why are you sneaky?"

"Hey... this is hard to say. In short, you must first make sure that you are not allowed to laugh." He said seriously.

Du Ruo was even more confused, "What am I laughing at?"

"No matter, you promise first."

"Okay, do you say it." Du Ruo spread his hands.

But he didn't want to, he just simply lifted the suitcase that was in front of his legs.

In the next second, Du Ruo found that his right leg was still straight and slender as before, but his left leg was not so right...

It was swollen like a radish.

Mainly, it looks weird.

She hurriedly covered her mouth, and then her voice leaked from her fingers, "I didn't laugh, really, but in your case, I suggest you see a doctor."

"I saw it a long time ago. The doctor said that we can only wait for the body to metabolize toxins," Cheng Feiyang said helplessly. "Now you understand why I don't return to China, right?"

Du Ruo suddenly put down his hand and said anxiously, "Then you should find a Chinese medicine doctor early to prescribe drugs that promote metabolism, or cupping and acupuncture for detoxification. How can there be such a taboo? Let’s go, it’s still early. Go to the Chinese Medicine Museum."

"Hey, slow down, I'm walking slowly now..." Cheng Feiyang quickly followed.