Huoye, Madam Went To the Sky Bridge Again To Set Up a Stall

In the video, Han Kexin walked out of the room, clenched her hands into fists, and glanced at the next room vaguely.

The movements are so subtle that you won't be able to spot them if you don't look closely.

Huo Yirong saw all this clearly in his eyes.

He also found that Han Kexin's posture when she walked out of the room was the same.

Huo Yirong knew too well how aggressive his third cousin, the ascetic monk, was.

Even if Han Kexin has read countless people, Huo Yunqiu lacks experience, and his capital conditions are there.

After three hours in the room, Han Kexin will definitely suffer a lot, and it is impossible for him to be completely different.

The Internet revealed that Han Kexin was alone with other men that night, why did she appear in the third cousin's room again.

If it wasn't for Han Kexin, who was the woman who had a relationship with Huo Yunqiu?

What is the purpose of all this.

The Royal Court Hotel belongs to the Su family. What role do they play in it?

Huo Yirong pursed the corners of her lips tightly, her eyes were cloudy, and the study suddenly spread an infinite sense of oppression.

Good, really good!

very good!

Over the years, no one has ever dared to make calculations on the Huo family.

Really ate bear heart and leopard gall.

"Dong dong-"

There was a knock on the study door.

"Come in." Huo Yirong said coldly without looking up.

The door of the study was opened from the outside, and Rong Jing was pushed in from the outside, followed by two big men in black.

At this moment, Rong Jing was still stunned, and there was obvious panic on his face.

Just an hour ago, he explained to someone at the nightclub that the woman with him was definitely not Han Kexin at the Royal Court Hotel that night.

The woman he was looking for that day had a better figure than Han Kexin.

He had a great time, and even though he drank a lot, he couldn't remember it wrong.

As for why the photos and videos on the Internet became Han Kexin, he also had a little guess in his heart.

Now that the technology is so advanced, the PS editing technology is still very powerful. Han Kexin is very likely to offend someone, and he will be punished like this.

Rong Jing didn't say this directly, all the people present were human beings, how could he not guess the tricks.

At this moment, a group of men in black broke into the box and carried him away from the nightclub without a word.

It's not that he didn't resist in the middle of the journey, but he couldn't match the value of force, so he could only be slaughtered and thrown into the carriage.

Then, came to this ancient and solemn house.

From the moment he saw the word Huo Zhai, Rong Jing's heart trembled, his courage was about to break, and his legs were as soft as noodles.

In a certain area of ​​​​the East City of Beijing, there is a quaint and trendy house, covering an area of ​​tens of thousands of square meters, which is comparable to the area of ​​the Presidential Palace.

Except for the Huo family, the head of the four major families, who would dare to challenge those in power?

Even if Rong Jing had never been to Huo's house, he had heard of it.

But he never thought that one day he would step into this house that represents power.

Being staggered into the room, Rong Jing had lost his resistance, and his heart was beating non-stop.

Frightened and frightened eyes, Huo Yirong's handsome face paled with fear, all the expressions are clearly seen in Huo Yirong's eyes.

The corners of his lips curved into a gentle arc, giving people an illusion of peace: "You are Rong Jing."

Declarative sentences are used, and his identity is clearly established.

Rong Jing looked at the sound with his eyes, and saw a man sitting in front of the desk hidden in the dark light, revealing a half handsome face.

The other party was wearing pajamas, full of laziness, and looked harmless.

However, the terrifying aura released by the man, as well as the elegance and nobility in his bones, rushed to his face, making Rong Jing's breath so much he couldn't help but let it go.