"Bang!"
As Nan Qiyu left the villa with a sullen face, Rong Shang slowly walked out of his room.
It's almost autumn, but the outside temperature is still quite high.
When Rong Shang arrived at the balcony, Nan Qiyu's agent was already in the courtyard.
His agent was following behind him, talking to him, but Nan Qiyu ignored him and quickly got into the car.
There was another loud "bang," just like the way he slammed the door when he left.
Tch, this guy really has a terrible temper.
With her fingers curled, Rong Chang tapped on the railing in front of her.
A few seconds later, she didn't know who appeared in her line of sight.
Rong Shang narrowed her eyes, then turned and went downstairs.
Tong Yilin is back.
He disappeared for a whole night, but finally...
When Rong Shang came down, Tong Yilin was standing at the villa entrance wearing a man's shirt. She was looking around, and judging from the direction, she was probably looking at Nan Qiyu who had just left.
She stole the original owner's man, and now she's eyeing another man. How shameless!
Rong Shang smiled dismissively, then slowed her pace and walked over.
Good morning!
A lazy voice suddenly rang out from behind, startling Tong Yilin. Her shoulders trembled, and she quickly turned around.
"Young Miss".
She seemed quite flustered.
Rong Shang had one hand in his pocket, and his posture was rather dashing.
"Your shirt looks quite nice."
As soon as she arrived, she pointed out the shirt she was wearing. Tong Yilin nervously clenched the hem of her shirt, saying, "Aren't all shirts the same?"
It didn't have any patterns; it was just a simple white shirt.
Tong Yilin gave Rong Shang a sweet smile, seemingly trying to defuse the crisis.
Can……
"Maybe I saw wrong. I thought you were wearing Si Yang's shirt." Raising an eyebrow and with a hint of wickedness in her eyes, Rong Shang glanced at Tong Yilin after saying this. Tong Yilin's dark pupils contracted, and she became very nervous.
"Miss, you are joking. How could a servant like me possibly have Young Master Cheng's clothes?"
She gripped the hem of her clothes tightly and took a small step back under Rong Chang's sharp gaze.
Unfortunately, her collar was grabbed, and with a gentle tug, Tong Yilin immediately fell towards her.
I was so nervous; my heart was in my throat.
At this moment, Tong Yilin looked closely at Rong Shang and could still smell her scent.
It smells so good.
What does it taste like?
Tong Yilin was momentarily dazed when Rong Shang had already lowered her head in front of her.
She suddenly leaned close to her neck, and Tong Yilin, not knowing what she was going to do, snapped out of her daze and her heart raced.
"Young Miss?"
She lowered her eyes to look at her, but Rong Shang let go of her hand, took a step back, and said with a smile, "Hmm... I must have misjudged."
He turned and left.
Tong Yilin was left alone at the door. She stared blankly at her departing figure, her hand unconsciously touching her neck, where there was still a mark.
Tong Yilin suddenly remembered, and her expression changed.
Could she possibly know something?
*
After resigning, Rong Chang became unemployed.
She stayed home for lunch, and in the afternoon, Cheng Siyang called to invite her out for coffee.
Yes, a strong gaze was constantly watching her from behind.
Rong Shang grinned, feigning happiness, "Okay."
She deliberately raised her voice, "Si Yang, can you come pick me up?"
"Okay." A gentle male voice came from the phone.
Rong Shang raised the corners of her lips, her smile revealing a hint of disdain.
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