"Eat it!"
Zhao Qingqing didn't look at him, he just blew on the noodles in front of him and ate them in small bites.
Rong Che was stunned for a moment and then started eating.
I was feeling irritable and not in the mood to eat this noodle.
But in the blink of an eye, after tasting the taste of this noodle, I had an unstoppable urge.
He ate up the noodles quickly again.
"Have you done this wrong before?"
Rong Che asked her out loud.
"Do you think I did?"
Zhao Qingqing put his pure white hands in front of him.
Rong Che looked at her hands. They were a pair of snow-white and delicate hands. The nails were rounded and exuded a crystal pink luster.
Her fingers looked like those of a pampered person. How could they be hands that were used to wash hands and make soup
But she had never cooked before, and yet she cooked it so deliciously that it left people with endless aftertaste.
He had eaten something made by Xue Mengyao before, which was also a bowl of noodles.
Although beauty is in the eyes of intercessors, it has to be said that her bowl of noodles is really very different from Zhao Qingqing's.
Is it really because of his talent, or maybe he is really hungry now.
"You go wash the dishes! I'm going upstairs!"
Zhao Qingqing glanced at him and walked upstairs with his long legs.
Rong Che looked at her figure until she disappeared in front of him, and then he looked at the mobile phone he had put aside.
He picked up the phone and looked at the latest call.
He dialed Xue Mengyao's phone number again.
Xue Mengyao didn't answer the phone.
He called again, and this time the phone rang twice before it was picked up.
"Rong Che, come and save me quickly... Come and save me..."
Xue Mengyao's cry for help came from the phone.
Also mixed with the man's teasing laughter.
"Xue Mengyao, where are you?"
Hearing this sound, Rong Che seemed to feel that his blood had solidified at this moment.
He stood up suddenly and asked into the phone.
"I… "
Before Xue Mengyao could say anything, the phone was cut off.
Another busy tone came from the phone.
Rong Che took his mobile phone and quickly walked to the entrance, changed his shoes, hurriedly took the keys on the table, opened the door and went out.
Zhao Qingqing stood upstairs. She looked at the stormy weather outside and looked at Rong Che's car. The lights suddenly turned on.
Soon he disappeared into the rain and fog.
Zhao Qingqing drew the curtains again, took off his clothes, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
On the second day, Zhao Qingqing still hadn't woken up.
I was woken up by a knock on the door.
She rubbed her groggy eyes and put on her clothes one by one.
Then he walked over and opened the door.
"Miss Zhao... something happened to our Master Rong!"
Outside the door, a man was crying with a mournful face, looking like he was mourning for his heir.
"What's up with him!"
After Zhao Qingqing asked, she walked to the bathroom and started brushing her teeth.
She knew the man outside the door. He was Rong Che's assistant and usually dealt with Rong Che's personal affairs.
The assistant came in, sweating profusely.
"Something seems to have happened to Mr. Rong. He called last night and asked us to arrange something... Then the phone was disconnected. After that, he continued to make other calls, but they couldn't get through. We rushed over here at night. The mountain road has been blocked by fallen trees. The road has just been cleared, but we still haven't seen our Young Master Rong!"