Black Moonlight's vest fell again

The media were kept far away by the security guards, and they couldn't hear what they were talking about.

In the camera, we can only see that Zhang Yingjin lost his temper with Rong Zhi, Xia Zhengrong was a hero to save the beauty, then Zhao Cheng and Xia Zhengrong confronted each other, and finally Zhao Cheng handed an invitation to Rong Zhi, and Rong Zhi accepted it.

Are the sons of the two rich families jealous because of Rong Zhi?

What kind of fantasy Mary Su plot is this?

Ning Yiyuan stood in front of the big screen, looking at the scene in front of her, her eyes were almost red with jealousy.

Why, Rong Zhi can win the favor of Asian giants without any effort!

Not to mention that Xia Zhengrong is the son of the ship king, that Zhao Cheng is the publicly designated heir of the Zhao family!

Zhao Cheng was also Ning Yiyuan's target!
"Do you know why?" Chen Liyuan asked.

Ning Yiyuan sneered: "Why else, because she is a lowly illegitimate daughter, because she is the daughter of a vixen, and because she has the ability to seduce people!"

Chen Liyuan glanced at Ning Yiyuan mockingly, and then chuckled.

Ning Yiyuan flinched reflexively, unexpectedly, the next second, Chen Liyuan nodded in agreement.

He asked, "Then why didn't you?"

Ning Yiyuan's face darkened: "I'm a girl from the Chen family, how could I do such despicable tricks?"

Chen Liyuan stretched out his hand and stroked Ning Yiyuan's face.

Chen Liyuan's hand was as cold as a mollusc cold-blooded animal, like a snake, a frog, or something else... Caressing Ning Yiyuan's face, the coldness caused goose bumps.

His hands lingered over Ning Yiyuan's eyes, nose, lips, and chin...

"Because of you," Chen Liyuan said softly, "you're not pretty enough."

"Your face photo compares with Rongzhi, just like you, always a little bit worse."

Ning Yiyuan suddenly brushed his hand away!
The movement was too big, it seemed that the wound covered under the Chinese clothes was pulled, Ning Yiyuan's face twitched, and she took a breath of cold air.

Chen Liyuan grabbed Ning Yiyuan's wrist and smiled, revealing two rows of small and dense teeth.

"Appearance can also be optimized," he said.

Behind him, the big screen is still showing the luxury and luxury of the upper class.

The light of the huge crystal lamp reflected clearly and shone on Zhao Cheng's face. Every corner of the light was a cold dot.

Zhao Cheng squatted down to help Zhang Yingjin who had fainted.

Rong Zhi's five senses were keen, and she sensed a special smell in the strong alcohol smell on Zhang Yingjin's body.

"Xia Zhengrong." Rong Zhi suddenly said, "Call a doctor."

"You don't care what she does..." Xia Zhengrong said subconsciously, then saw Rong Zhi's gaze, and changed his words, "Okay."

Rong Zhi looked back at the third table. Xia Qizong was talking to the people who came to toast in a polite manner. For some reason, he pursed his lips and smiled slightly. He looked gentle, innocent and a little shy.

Zhao Cheng carried Zhang Yingjin to the bed, and the doctor examined her, frowning.

"You don't care what she does," Xia Zhengrong said.

"You already knew." Rong Zhi looked at him, "You already smelled it."

"She smokes some dirty things by herself. When she smokes, she should think of today..."

"After all, it is a life." It may be that the war before time travel was too tragic, and after seeing too much unnecessary blood and death, Rong Zhi could not be indifferent to a human life.

Xia Zhengrong sneered, took a cigarette in his mouth, and walked to the window to open it.

Beside the bed, the doctor frowned and called Zhao Cheng over, and said something in a low voice.

Zhao Cheng was a little surprised, but it was only a flash, and then he returned to his usual appearance.

Rong Zhi said to Zhao Cheng: "Is this what you call the elite and high class?"

"You guys are really unscrupulous. You dare to touch this kind of thing. Once it gets on you, you can't shake it off."

Zhang Yingjin inhaled some special powder, which also explained why she was so thin, and she was so excited that she went crazy at the ship king's birthday banquet.

Just, why overdose?
Or is it an overdose on such an important occasion?

Everyone present knew in their hearts that this was unreasonable, but no one wanted to delve into it.

Rong Zhi is not a saint, she saved Zhang Yingjin's life, she has done her best.

It's just that to her surprise, Zhao Cheng didn't intend to pursue it.

This is intriguing.

Zhao Cheng said coldly: "So what if you touch it? It's just to pass the time, and it's not that I can't afford it."

Rong Zhi sneered, "You guys treat the law as nothing."

Zhao Chengdao: "Miss Rong has worked so hard to climb up, isn't that what she intends to do? Not everyone has the opportunity to enjoy the taste of being a master."

Rong Zhi looked at Zhang Yingjin who was lying on the bed, her eyes were tightly closed, and she was as thin as a thin leaf.

It's ridiculous.

During the war, a whole generation of young people who worked hard and were full of enthusiasm and longing for the future lost their lives meaninglessly. In peacetime, there were such girls who squandered their lives at will.

Xia Zhengrong, as the host, accompanied him for a while symbolically, and soon returned to the banquet, continuing to make connections with various people.

The phone vibrated, and Rong Zhi lowered her eyes to look, only to find that it was Jiang Yun again.

She pressed it mercilessly.

Jiang Yun called persistently, and Rong Zhi pressed it again.

When she raised her eyes, Rong Zhi found herself wandering into an empty room.

There was no light in the room, so she sank into the small sofa and sat in the dark.

In the dim moonlight, her silhouette was indistinct.

She closed her eyes and hesitated with her finger on the answer button.The phone buzzed and vibrated, but her fragile fingertips still couldn't press it down.

Rong Zhi was once betrayed by her companions, she didn't trust anyone in her heart.

The phone vibrated several times, and finally quieted down.

She moved her fingers away, and the sourness in her heart gradually receded.

Suddenly, a person walked into the room, then closed the door and locked it.

The man didn't turn on the light, the sofa covered Rong Zhi's figure.

Rong Zhi slowly opened her eyes.

The sound of footsteps approached unsuspectingly, and someone lay down on the bed in the room, followed by the sound of zippers.

Then there was the rubbing sound of the fabric falling off, and the man's thin low panting sounded.

Rong Zhi watched the scene in front of her calmly, her black and gray suit with dark patterns pressed against the snow-white bed sheet.

White is the most vulnerable color.

Zhao Cheng was immersed in the darkness, raised his neck, his Adam's apple slipped slightly, his body was hot with desire, and the exposed skin was stained with a thin layer of blush.

After Zhang Yingjin teased out Zhao Cheng's ambiguous thoughts about Rong Zhi, Zhao Cheng drank some wine, thinking about Rong Zhi's usual arrogant appearance, and her sentence "It's too small." It's cute", he hated and was angry, and there was a hint of aroused desire to conquer.

He was dizzy, he pressed Rong Zhi firmly under his body in his heart, he closed his eyes and thought about that person, the movements of his hands became heavier, and he gasped.

half an hour.

Rong Zhi said calmly: "Is it over?"

Zhao Cheng was taken aback. He felt offended and said coldly, "Who?!"

His tone was grumpy, but the action of putting on his trousers was unhurried, as if there was nothing serious in this world.

"You ruined this room." Rong Zhi said calmly, "Now, the room stinks."

The girl's voice is very cold, with a crisp accent, and the ending always has a certain calmness.

Zhao Cheng leaned forward: "Rong Zhi?"

Rong Zhi stood up calmly, and unscrewed the locked door.

The light in the corridor pierced in, her snow-white robe was against the light, and a long shadow covered Zhao Cheng's dark gray suit jacket with dark patterns.

"You are disgusting." The girl said calmly.

The footsteps gradually faded away.

Zhao Cheng sat on the bed, frowning tightly, picked up the black and gray suit with dark patterns and threw it on the bed hard.

Cursing in a low voice: "Bitch!"