Chapter 347

"I already know it's you! Where did you take xiaoqingqing!" Xin Mo didn't have such a good temper for Rong Yan, so he asked him.

"Why is Master Xin so angry?" Rong Yan calmly took Zhao Qiqing in his arms and said the phone calmly.

"Stop talking nonsense and tell me the name of the restaurant!" Simo airway.

"Tell you what to do? Didn't sister Qiqing also say just now? It's sister Qiqing who wants to invite me to dinner. Is it appropriate for you to come by an outsider?" Rong Yan asked.

"Who do you say is an outsider!" Asked Simo gnashing his teeth.

"Whoever is not here now is certainly an outsider." Rong Yan said, "by the way, sister Qiqing is with me. You can rest assured. I'll take sister Qiqing home later."

The word "home" was aggravated by Rong Yan. It seemed that what he said had deep meaning, which made Xin Mo uncomfortable: "don't touch her!"

"Young Master Xin, where is this? Why do you make me look like a bad person? I'm sister Qiqing's brother. What's the matter with my brother taking my sister home?" Rong Yan then deliberately patted Zhao Qiqing on the shoulder: "sister Qiqing, do you think I'm your brother?"

Zhao Qiqing half narrowed her eyes and opened it. She saw a familiar person and didn't know what he was asking, so she nodded and gave a "um".

"That's good." Rong Yan pinched Zhao Qiqing's cheek, and then continued to say to Xin Mo: "you heard Master Xin, you don't need to come. I'm going to send sister Qiqing back."

Next, Rong Yan handed his mobile phone to Zhao Qiqing: "sister Qiqing, say goodbye to him."

Zhao Qiqing shook her head and didn't want to talk.

The phone hung up with such a gentle voice like coaxing a child.

Xin Mo looked at the call page that had been hung up and kicked over the stool in front of him.

Zhao Qiqing here is still confused. She wants to stand up by herself, but she didn't expect the aftereffect of the wine to be so strong. She just feels that the sky is spinning in front of her and the people in front of her have become double shadows.

Rong Yan sighed, but it was not like helplessness, but complacency.

He came forward and held Zhao Qiqing in his arms. Then he said to the attendant next to him, "the key is there. Take it and drive."

The attendant heard Rong Yan's tone and left immediately with the key.

Zhao Qiqing nests in Rong Yan's arms. I don't know why. She just doesn't feel very comfortable. It's different from her previous arms.

She sniffed gently and frowned.

Rong Yan looked down at her: "what are you smelling?"

"I'm smelling you." Zhao Qiqing replied.

Rong Yan said with a smile, "does it smell good?"

Zhao Qiqing shook her head. This is not a deep taste. The smell on a deep body is not so strong.

Rong Yan walked slowly all the way. When he got to the door, the attendant had opened the door. He reluctantly put Zhao Qiqing on the seat.

"Sister Qiqing, which home are you going to?" Rong Yan asked.

Are you going back to your little home or Xinmo's home?

"I want to go back to... Yanghua apartment!"

Rongyan sat on the other side and narrowed his eyes.

Yanghua apartment is where Fu xishen lives, so even so, you won't lose your trust in Fu xishen. Do you still want to go back to his home?

The driver in front felt different air pressure. He clenched the steering wheel and dared not speak.

Until Rong Yan finally said, "go to Yanghua apartment."

The car started slowly and finally stopped at the door of Huayang apartment.

At this time, the apartment was dark, as if no one was there.

Rong Yan got out of the car first, took Zhao Qiqing down and asked her, "where is your home?"

"Building C." Zhao Qiqing said, and she was about to struggle.

Rong Yan hugged her again and said, "don't move. I just want to take my sister home. If you keep moving like this, it's none of my business to fall."

Zhao Qiqing stopped moving when she heard these words.

Rong Yan took Zhao Qiqing to the door of the apartment and rang the doorbell.

Soon the light on the first floor was turned on. A servant opened the door and saw someone coming. The smile on his face suddenly stopped: "excuse me, who are you?"

"Hello, I'm Mr. Zhao's brother. Mr. Zhao is drunk. I'll take him home." Rong Yan said hello very politely.

Although the domestic servant had never heard that the wife had a brother, he didn't reach out and hit the smiling face, "thank you."

Then he reached out to pick up Zhao Qiqing.

Rong Yan put Zhao Qiqing down and gently touched her shoulder: "sister Qiqing, wake up, you're home."

When Zhao Qiqing heard the word "home", she opened her eyes: "I'm home!"

She was dripping on her mouth or trying to get in, but her feet slipped. If it weren't for the help of a servant, she almost fell down.

"Sister Qiqing, can you be careful!" Rong Yan seems to teach her a gentle lesson in his eyes.

Zhao Qiqing nodded obediently, and then asked the servant next to her: "where's ah Shen? I want ah Shen!"

How could the servant hand over his wife to the man again? He grabbed Zhao Qiqing first and said, "Sir, I won't come back from overtime tonight. I'll help you up."

"And thank you for bringing our wife back. Pay attention to safety on the way." Said the servant.

"OK, please take good care of sister Qiqing." Rong Yan responded equally politely.

The servant closed the door with a smile on his face. As soon as the other servants saw that the door was closed, they rushed up and one of them held her: "what's the matter with president Zhao? Why did you drink so much?"

"Something must have happened. Don't ask so many questions. Send your wife first and then cook some sober soup." Said the servant who came back with Zhao Qiqing.

These servants were transferred from Fu xishen's residence not long ago. He is in poor health and must be watched all the time. There are enough rooms at home, so he directly dropped three.

But none of these servants knew Fu xishen's physical condition.

Zhao Qiqing was sent up. The servant helped her clean her body and put on her clothes, and then went downstairs to cook sober soup.

"Sister Chen, did you just feel that the man who sent his wife back had something wrong with his words?"

Sister Chen boiled the sobering soup and asked casually, "what's wrong?"

"It's like between the lines, it's reminding us of the relationship between him and his wife. It's like showing us everywhere."

Yes, sister Chen feels the same way, but some words can't be said openly.

"Don't talk nonsense. Our wife only likes president Fu. Don't spread it." When sister Chen said this sentence, it was both advice and warning.

Several others promised: "I know!"

Just now, when Mrs. Fu was drunk, she kept calling Mr. Fu. They didn't see it. There was still some doubt, which was completely eliminated.