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He didn't care, the main reason was that he didn't want Song Ting to be criticized by others, so it was okay to delay for a while.

It's eleven o'clock now, and it's getting late, Ye Heng looked at his watch, put down the document in his hand, and asked, "Did the Second Princess take a rest?"

He just sent someone to ask. He was afraid that Song Ting would not be able to wait for him, so he fell asleep.

Ye Heng's dead soldier lowered his head and said, "Go back to Second Highness, I asked just now, Second Princess hasn't rested yet, she is watching dramas and playing with her mobile phone, she should be waiting for you."

Ye Heng's lips curled up, and he said, "Well, then it's time for me to rest, let's go to the guest bedroom to freshen up first."

"Yes." The dead man nodded respectfully, and took a sneak peek at Ye Heng. Why did he feel that Ye Heng made it look like a wedding night? Is it an illusion?

Ye Heng went to the guest bedroom and washed up quickly, then the dead man pushed him to his master bedroom.

Song Ting was nestling on the big soft and luxurious bed, watching the big TV, chatting while watching.

Ye Heng's bedroom is very big, and there is a long distance from the door to the bed, so Song Ting didn't know Ye Heng entered the bedroom.

But there was a maid standing by the door, opened the door for Ye Heng, and saluted respectfully, Ye Heng asked in a low voice, "Is the second princess ready?"

The maid nodded, lowering her eyes, not daring to raise her eyes, and said, "Go back to the second hall, and I've already taken care of the second princess to wash up."

Ye Heng nodded, and the soldier pushed him towards the bed.

To be honest, I don't know why, but he is very nervous...

At this time, Song Ting was actually quite nervous. The TVs on the whole wall were showing animations, but she didn't pay much attention to them.

Focus on the phone.

There are a lot of messages about her on the phone, some from her agent, some from her colleagues, some from the model circle, and several groups she belongs to are very lively.

There is no other reason for such excitement, just because everyone in the circle knows that she has fallen into the eyes of His Royal Highness Noga.

This matter was spread by Cheng Xi. She was really blocked. If Dong Gongyu let it go directly, Cheng Xi was completely blacklisted, and even the ongoing work that had been negotiated was cancelled.

Some employers also demanded a large amount of compensation from Cheng Xi. The reason was that because of Cheng Xi's personal reasons, his image was broken and he was blocked by the fashion circle. Pay out of pocket.

In the past, Cheng Xi had been with several gold masters, and several rich second generations were chasing her. When this happened, because Dong Gongyu personally released the words in the circle, no one dared to help Cheng Xi.

These money owners, the rich second generation ran faster than anyone else, and they all shied away, saying that they couldn't help Cheng Xi.

It can be said that one morning, one small matter, ruined Cheng Xi's future, and his life was gloomy.

Cheng Xi begged her father to tell her grandma that she had nowhere to go, so she had no choice but to send a message in the group, crying and begging, begging Song Ting to give her a way out after saying all kinds of good things.

As a result, the model agents in the circle didn't know what was going on, and a few who were enthusiastic about gossip asked Cheng Xi a few more questions, and Cheng Xi honestly explained the reason.

She didn't dare to make it up, after all, she still wanted Song Ting to let her go.

When Cheng Xi said this, the whole circle exploded, and he was also surprised. It turned out that... the little transparent Song Ting actually fell into the eyes of the Second Highness of Nuojia!

Still being protected by the Second Highness.

Now that Song Ting is "famous", people from all walks of life in the circle come to talk to Song Ting, some chat with her in the group, and some talk about her in private, anyway, they all want to develop a relationship with her and make friends , brush up the sense of presence.

There are managers, there are models who are worse than her, there are also models with better qualifications, better resources, and better conditions than her, and even managers in the modeling fashion industry.

So now her mobile phone has so much information that she can't get back at all.

Because she couldn't come back, many people who didn't get a reply simply posted it in the group. It was really one sentence after another, and piles of rainbow farts exploded in the group crazily.

Although Song Ting didn't reply, she also looked happily.

Cheng Xi was also sending her private messages, saying that she was pitiful and extremely humble, and kept begging Song Ting to let her go.

Song Ting also began to think seriously, after all, should Cheng Xi be let go?

At this moment, Ye Heng was pushed to the bedside by the dead man, and said, "Song Song, I'm here."

Song Ting was taken aback, and immediately raised her eyes, and saw Ye Heng's handsome face, she laughed instantly, and said, "You've been busy late."

Ye Heng's face changed, and he immediately turned his eyes to look at his dead man, who immediately lowered his eyes, his face changed, he was afraid of death!

Ye Heng then looked at Song Ting, pursed her lips, and said, "Miss me?

Song Ting nodded honestly, and Ye Heng was a little agitated. Once agitated, she subconsciously wanted to stand up and walk over.

As a result, he just held on for a while before he suddenly remembered, and immediately paused again, turning his head and saying to his dead warrior, "Why are you still standing there? Put me to bed."

Dead man: "..."

Just, I don’t know what to say, cough.

The dead man didn't dare to raise his eyes the whole time, lowered his eyelids, and nodded, "Yes, the second palace."

Song Ting blinked, but saw Ye Heng's movements.

She was a little puzzled, so she bit her lip while staring at Ye Heng, and pondered for a moment, but she was a little sad, as expected, Ye Heng couldn't stand up.

But whatever, she accepts it anyway!

Ye Heng was carried onto the bed, and for some reason, he felt a little embarrassed, and said to the dead man, "Okay, you all go down, you are not allowed to come in without my order."

"Yes." The dead man bowed his head, and for some reason, he also blushed a little, um, why is this so fat?

What does it have to do with them that the Second Hall of People is open to meat?

Really!

The dead man and the maid have left, and there are only two people left in the huge luxurious bedroom, two people, one bed.

Song Ting turned her eyes to look at Ye Heng, pondered for a second, and said, "Is it convenient to not need someone to guard?"

Ye Heng raised his eyebrows, and simply reached out his hand through the back of Song Ting's neck to wrap her arms around her shoulders, pulled her into his arms, and asked her, "Why is it inconvenient?"

Song Ting inexplicably burned her ears, hey, why does this sound a bit indescribable?

Song Ting said, "I mean, in case, in case you want to go to the toilet or something, I, I can't handle you alone."

Ye Heng lowered his eyes, rolled his Adam's apple uncontrollably, and said, "It's okay, there is a microphone at the door, so it's convenient to call someone."

Song Ting nodded.

Ye Heng's eyes darkened for no reason, and there was no other reason, because Song Ting was wearing a bright red silk nightdress.

The collar is not low but not high, and the girl's beautiful and seductive arc is perfectly glimpsed.

Beautiful, it is really too beautiful!

The standard looks like it has been carefully crafted.

It's not that Ye Heng has never seen models or catwalks. Everyone knows that models have excellent body proportions, and their figures are even more excellent.

But only Song Ting, only seeing Song Ting like this made his heart flutter slightly.

No, it's messy!