The middle-aged man is trembling all over his body now.

Because of this, the bench rubbed against the floor and made a sizzling sound.

"Oh, so what's the noise there?"

Hearing Song Yetang's explanation, Ye Rongyin nodded and accepted it.

But she could not help but speak.

"No sound, a cat just now snailed it."

Song Yetang said softly.

Then the tiger next to it directly installs a muffler on the pistol.

"Bang..."

A dull and low sound rang out.

The middle-aged man's eyes opened to the maximum instantly, and then his forehead was covered with big beads of sweat.

The blood on the face instantly pulled away,

"What's the sound just now?"

"It was the cat who just now knocked down the bench."

Song Yetang's voice didn't even have any ups and downs, and he said softly in an understatement.

"When did you have a cat?"

Ye Rongyin felt puzzled.

Song Yetang is not like a caring person at all, and he still keeps cats?

It's really a bit strange!

"Ayin, I'm waiting for you at No. xx Street, xx, come here soon."

Song Yetang turned the gun in his hand with one finger, squinted his eyes, and shouted the word "Ayin", the coldness on his face softened in an instant.

"I……"

Before Ye Rongyin could refuse, Song Yetang on the opposite side had already hung up the phone directly.

Ye Rongyin dialed it out again, but it couldn't be reached.

...

I really encountered a ghost!

Ye Rongyin hesitated for a moment and frowned.

"Xiaoxiao, mommy goes out and comes back later. If aunt Ning Yi wakes up, you can help mommy take care of it then."

Ye Rongyin whispered to the little girl a few times.

As for whether to give it to Fu Jingsi or not.

Ye Rongyin thought about it and decided not to talk to Fu Jingsi.

After all, Fu Jingsi is completely a jealous king.

When the time comes, I will definitely be unhappy to know that she is going to see Song Yetang.

Ye Rongyin simply went out directly.

In the study on the second floor, Nalan lowered her hands and stood respectfully on the side.

The man who hung up the phone slowly raised his head.

"Where is Rongrong?"

“Downstairs.”

Nalan said hurriedly.

The man's expression was gentle in an instant, he slowly stood up, got up directly, and pushed the door out.

Nalan behind him wanted to speak but stopped.

The system just intercepted dozens of calls from Song Yetang.

He knew what the Third Master was about Song Yetang.

Otherwise, Song Yetang and everyone's phone numbers would not have been blacklisted.

According to his estimate, the lady would probably be no longer in the manor.

Sure enough, after a moment, Fu Jingsi came back.

It's just compared to the expression I had when I just went out.

At this moment, the whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of wind and frost.

Nalan instantly lowered her head and did not dare to say anything.

"Where did Rongrong go?"

"Half an hour ago, Song Yetang made dozens of calls and was intercepted."

Nalan said honestly.

Fu Jingsi's face suddenly became gloomy, and his whole body was almost filled with the momentum of being unaware of being unaware of being unaware of his life.

Nalan didn't dare to say anything at all.

Woo woo...

Madam, come back soon.

Bronte, Soon, Delan.

The most famous psychological counselor in New Town.

Celebrities and high-ranking officials almost all have their guests.

The one-minute consultation fee is 10,000 m.

Even so, there are still endless guests.

Basically, you have to make an appointment three months in advance.

At this moment, Bronte consultant door.

The beauty wearing sunglasses, wearing a windbreaker, walked over with big strides.

When he saw the man in black guarding the consultant's door.

I couldn't help but frown and took away my sunglasses.

"When did you even care about bodyguards, but Bronte, a bad guy, charges for his money is simply robbery. Sooner or later, someone will be killed. It would be a pretty good idea to hire a bodyguard."

She shrugged her shoulders, and after she finished speaking, she pushed the door with one hand.

"What are you doing?"

However, before the hand touched the door, it was stopped.

"Miss, sorry, it's not open today."

The man in black suit standing next to him said in a tough manner.

"I made an appointment three months ago!"

The beauty screamed, and the displeasure on her face was simply obvious.

“No business.”

The man just repeats the same words coldly.

The beauty was a little angry, her eyes rolled, and she planned to kick the door directly.

When she lifted her feet.

The other party took out something and made her put down her feet instantly.

"Just, joke..."

She raised her hands and then exited here step by step.

It was not until the door that the beauty raised her head, looked at the signboard of Bronte's studio, and kicked her up.

After making an appointment for three months, I arrived at the door and saw no guests today.

The quarrel outside the door just now came to Bronte's ears in the room.

He was fully focused and heard the guests outside the door kicking in.

A glimmer of hope burst out from the eyes.

But unfortunately, the door didn't ring for a long time.

"Are you disappointed?"
To be continued...