Chapter 733 Rong Ye’s 100,000 Whys

Chapter 733 Rong Ye's One Hundred Thousand Whys

Peng Zi and Da Gang started booing to make He Huan go away.

It fits Lu Qingqiao's rhythm very well.

He Huan gritted his teeth.

She knew that if she didn't agree today, she might not be able to leave here. If she forced someone to come and take her away, these people would not let it go.

Her identity cannot be entangled by these people who are like leeches.

"Okay, I promise to be private!" He Huan said loudly.

There was a pity noise all around, and some people who wanted to see Guoben were shouting "I'm not selfish", but Cheng Yi and Peng Zi's brothers beat me and drove them away, and Cheng Yi said "tonight Deng Jiu, I'll pay the bill" coaxed them away.

Deng Jiu is a nightclub, and the usual consumption is not low. There are Cheng Yi treats, and they want to drink whatever they want, and play whatever they want. Naturally, they have forgotten the so-called fruit runs and gambling contracts.

Among the few people left behind, Rong Ye didn't smoke a cigarette, he shook his head to the right, and said, "Let's go, my office has everything, and I can hide your request to sign the agreement and record the video."

The two professional players who followed He Huan hadn't spoken a word from the beginning to the end, they were quietly acting as decorations, and they didn't leave at this time, presumably because the sponsor was still here, so even if they were decorations, they had to give him face .

And Wei Yipei waited for Lu Qingqiao to watch the excitement.

Rongye office.

Lu Qingqiao was working on an agreement, while He Huan stood aside and waited obviously in a bad mood.

Rong Ye rummaged through the cabinets on the entire wall, found a camera, held it in one hand and handed it to Wei Yipei who came with Lu Qingqiao without hesitation.

Wei Yipei:?

"You're with her, if you don't shoot for her, who will?" Rong Ye said as a matter of course.

"Brother, take a look at my situation, I'm a wounded person." Wei Yipei said.

It was only then that Rong Ye noticed her injured right hand.

"Oh, it's broken, you really need to pay attention." Rong Ye said, and handed the camera to one of the two professional drivers who were quietly displaying it over there, "Then please take a picture."

"Ah, oh, good, good." The professional driver who was stuffed with the camera replied blankly.

Rong Ye returned to Wei Yipei's side again, took off the cigarette he was holding and casually held it between his fingers, glanced at her injured hand, and asked in a state of chatting, "How did it break?"

"It was smashed when I was saving someone, it wasn't broken, it was injured." Wei Yipei didn't forget to correct him when he answered.

"Oh, that's pretty great." Rong Ye praised without sincerity.

"Thank you." Wei Yipei replied without expression.

"Then can it be recovered after it's broken?" Rong Ye asked again.

"Yes, just finished the operation." Wei Yipei was too lazy to correct the problem with him.

"That's okay." Rong Ye said, thinking of something, "You said just now that you can't save people, who can you save?"

"Brother, if we have nothing to say, let's just stay quietly, don't talk awkwardly?" Wei Yipei complained.

Rong Ye glanced at her, smiled, and asked, "How old are you?"

awkward chat?

He didn't think so, he thought the conversation was pretty good.

"27." Wei Yipei replied.

"Ah, then you are two years older than me, don't call me big brother, it's inappropriate, call me Ye brother." Rong Ye said.

"..." Wei Yipei just wanted to roll his eyes.

"Are you friends with her? Can you play motorcycles? What's your name? Is the weather so tight and not hot?" Rong Ye kept asking questions, as if a hundred thousand mechanisms had been activated.