Sweet Wife Overturns the Heavens: Ninth Master, I can't stop pampering

Ye Tingfei chuckled lightly, raised his eyebrows, held his mobile phone, looked at the director, and said word by word: "Are you betting?"

The director replied without hesitation, "It's a bet. Whoever doesn't bet is the grandson!"

He was enraged and completely reckless.

Ye Tingfei sneered, at this moment, Shen Xiyan pulled his arm and said to him in a low voice, "Enough is enough, stop making trouble."

The director laughed when he heard Shen Xiyan's words, and his eyes were squeezed into a line, which looked thin and long, making it extremely difficult to see.

"If you're cowardly, kowtow to me three times now, and I'll let you go." The director twitched his lips, his eyes were sinister, "I've seen you a lot of little white faces like you, and you'll do anything to become famous. Now I want to hook up with you." Let's look at the queen? Let's see if we are worthy."

The director's obscenities made Shen Xiyan angry, she frowned, her face was cold, "Please don't talk nonsense."

"I'm talking nonsense?" The director seemed to hear something funny, tears came out of laughter, "Shen Wanghou, this can't really be your little boy, right?"

The eyes of several people fell on her, and Shen Xi replied frankly with a blank face, "I'm not as dirty as you."

But no one listened to her justification, they began to whisper, and they started their fantasies in their little heads.

Ye Tingfei glanced at the director coldly, "If you can't shut your stinky mouth, I can make you shut it up."

The director was startled by his eyes, he muttered a few words, and finally closed his mouth unconvinced.

Anyway, the final result is already obvious.

Ye Tingfei made a call and turned on the speaker.

The waiting sound of "Dididi" made everyone hold their breath and listen quietly.

Especially the director, he still doesn't believe it, this little boy can really talk to Lord Jiu, if it's a fake, he will definitely expose him in public.This kind of face really lowered their man's self-confidence.

The director here couldn't help but feel contempt and disdain in his heart.

The longer the ringing, the faster the heartbeat.

Shen Xiyan couldn't help swallowing, listening to the voice nervously, praying in her heart that Master Rong Jiu could answer the phone.

But she was still wondering what to do if Master Rong Jiu didn't bring his mobile phone and was not next to his mobile phone.

"Hey?"

A cold and magnetic voice came from the microphone. This familiar male voice made everyone present hold their breath, and they did not dare to take a breath.

Just with this tone, they unconsciously began to fantasize about Rong Jiuye's original appearance, as well as his tone of voice and expression.

There is always such a kind of person who can imagine the expression and eyes when he said this just by hearing the voice.

Rong Junchu is like this.

Only then did Shen Xiyan breathe a sigh of relief, and then she set her eyes on the director, pursed her lips slightly, and looked at him with hatred in her eyes.

Let him take a good look, they are not people to mess with.

The director was really frightened. He never expected that Rong Jiuye would actually answer his call. The reason why it was true was because he was most familiar with this tone. When going to a banquet, Rong Jiuye would sometimes go. I have been there a few times, and every time I want to talk to Rong Jiuye, I am told that I am ill or missing, but I can still hear him from a distance.

That's the way he talks to other people, cold and impersonal.

But he still had a little luck, he squinted his eyes and questioned: "Who knows if this is fake."

Ye Tingfei raised his eyebrows, and when he heard what he said, he looked at him amusedly.

"Cousin, there is someone who doesn't believe that you are Master Rong Jiu."

The director's face was pale, and he secretly clenched his fists to cheer himself up.

While reassuring himself that this is not Master Rong Jiu, he was feeling uneasy at the same time.

"Who?" Rong Junchu's majestic voice came coldly, faintly sullen: "Report your name."

At this time, Shen Xiyan hurriedly said, "Qi Zhendong! Qi is the Qi of the Monkey King, town is the town of the small town, and Dong is the east of the southeast and northwest!"

Qi Zhendong's face suddenly paled, the thin sweat on his forehead was falling silently, and his body was trembling.

Because he vaguely felt that this man was really Rong Junchu.

Rong Junchu hung up the phone suddenly, the feeling of suffocation disappeared suddenly, and several people present were inexplicably relieved.

Qi Zhendong didn't let out a sigh of relief, and he didn't ask any more questions. His mind was in a mess, blank, and something suddenly flooded in.

The voice of the video call suddenly came to mind.

Qi Zhendong trembled reflexively.

Ye Tingfei casually opened the video call, he smiled and looked at Qi Zhendong, and said word by word: "That Director Qi just doesn't believe you."

After finishing speaking, he pointed the camera at Qi Zhendong. Qi Zhendong leaned over to take a look. When he saw a man in a suit and leather shoes sitting on the sofa in the office, his heart skipped a beat.

"Master Rong Jiu! It's really you."

Qi Zhendong immediately smiled obsequiously.

He rubbed his hands, his face was full of fear, but he couldn't help smiling, which was called dumbfounding.

Ye Tingfei asked with a smile: "Cousin, do you have a good relationship with this Director Qi? According to him, you and him are brothers who are sworn brothers."

Qi Zhendong immediately retorted: "Nonsense, I didn't!"

Ye Tingfei said meaningfully, "But we all heard it."

Shen Xiyan snorted coldly, "I heard it."

"You!" Qi Zhendong pointed at him, gritted his teeth and stared at him, wanting to say something, but because Rong Junchu was still here, he had a patient face, "I'm sorry Rong Jiuye, it's all my fault, yes My fault."

"Oh? You admit that you made it up?" Ye Tingfei sneered, hung up the video call, came to Qi Zhendong, pulled up his collar, and approached him, "Don't dare to touch Shen Xiyan next time Feet, don't blame me for chopping off your salty pig's hand!"

After finishing speaking, Ye Tingfei pushed him violently, looked around and looked at other people.

"And you, listen to me clearly!"

Those people secretly swallowed their saliva, nodding like pounding garlic.

Ye Ting glanced at those people, turned coldly and dragged Shen Xiyan away, when she reached the elevator door, Shen Xiyan finally dared to gasp for breath.

"My God, it was really thrilling just now."

Shen Xiyan patted her chest, still a little unsatisfied.

"What's the thrill?" Ye Tingfei folded his arms and lowered his head to look at her.

"If Master Rong Jiu didn't answer your call, wouldn't you be miserable?"

"No, I sent him a message in advance." Ye Tingfei smiled evilly, smiling with a pair of bright eyes.

"What?" The elevator door opened, Shen Xiyan and Ye Tingfei stepped in at the same time, Shen Xiyan approached him involuntarily, her almond eyes widened, and she said in disbelief, "You actually sent a message to Rong Jiuye in advance?!"