However, Mr. Rong will not disappoint them every day!

Because every day people who come down from Rong Shao’s luxuriously extended Lincoln convoy will definitely be different women!

Luo Anning's phone call seemed to be discontinued from the time the report came out.

I originally had a call every day, asked Xiaoshuai, and asked if my family was safe, but now all the news was broken.

She didn't take the initiative to call, and Young Master Rong also breathed a sigh of relief. Anyway, Xu Zhiyuan reported to him every day about what she had done all day, so... the two were fighting coldly between the two places.

Yes, the uninnovative Cold War.

Tang Chao rolled his eyes and complained: "I said this is an old husband and wife, why are you still having a cold war? Are you vulgar?

He put his feet on the coffee table, folding them casually, holding the pink little guy who had just snatched from his secretary's arms. Tang Chao was so happy.

"Xiaoshuai, come on, kiss my uncle! Bo! This skin is so tender and elastic!"

"A Chao! Stop poisoning my son!" A folder flew towards his head.

The Tang Dynasty smiled grimly, then hugged his nephew and hid it away, "Do you still have the determination to work if you put so many secretaries in the office every day?"

Mr. Rong sneered contemptuously: "What else? Do a sorry thing in front of his son?"

Tang Dynasty touched the tip of his nose, and this was, "But then again, what's the trouble of An Ning? Your speed of changing women every day makes S City boil and ants that are infuriating. You didn't see those famous ladies, ladies, officials and ladies, all of them stretched their necks and watched. Just waited for An Ning to get out of office and take the opportunity to get on the throne."

Xiaoshuai's eyes were wide open. When he heard the name of Moma, he slapped Tang Chao's chin with a small slap: "Yaah..."

"Hey, you little boy." Tang Chao acted as if he had a green turtle chin and stabbed him.

The little guy was yelling and hiding away with a smile.

Young Master Rong held his jaw with one hand, his narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, his dark eyes were deep and abyssless, and a flash of light flashed: "I'm not afraid of people knowing, but I'm afraid no one knows it. What I want is this effect. The more people think about it, the more crisis she should be."

He is extremely noble on his face and does not show any sign of dew. Young Master Rong has already roared in his heart: Luo Anning, do you have a sense of crisis? Your husband is about to be snatched away and will not come back!

"I'm afraid I can't get rid of my body even if I have a sense of crisis." Tang Chao said quietly, with a hint of self-deprecating tone.

Not only Luo Anning, but even Lu Momo was taking care of Mo Qiange in disguise. He once hoped that the person who was unconscious on the bed was him, Tang Chao!

Even though he was unconscious and had no sense of consciousness, he had no regrets in his heart with Lu Momo taking care of him.

It was him, no, it was the Tang Sect who personally pushed Lu Momo to Mo Qiange.

Everything is fate.

Before leaving, Tang Chao suddenly remembered something, stopped and came to his senses and said, "By the way, Friday night, Mr. Qi's 80th birthday party, are you going?"

The Qi family is also a red family. Although Mr. Qi retreated from a high position, the people in the family still occupy the important task of power.

It is not as good as the Jiang family and Feng family, but it is also a red family that cannot be ignored.

Mr. Qi chose to return to his hometown S City this time to hold a birthday party. Rong Shao was more reasonable and could not refuse, "Grandpa will go, I will attend with him."

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Friday is coming soon.
Chapter completed!