Rong Jing swallowed his saliva: "yes, I''m Rong Jing. I don''t know who you are?"

    "Huo Yirong."

    Huo Erye smiled and wrote a taboo in the newspaper, with a friendly tone and friendly attitude.

    However, this is just an appearance.

    His eyes were fixed on Rong Jing, and the smile on his face was cold and cold.

    As long as Rong Jing is a little bolder and looks at his eyes, he will know how to make people fear in this man''s deep eyes.

    Rong Jing hung his head, nodded gently at the speech, and subconsciously responded.

    He was still chanting his name from the bottom of his heart.

    Huo Yirong, Huo, Yi, Rong!

    Suddenly, Rong Jing opened his eyes and looked up at Huo Yirong''s eyes in horror.

    The other party''s eyes were filled with unspeakable coldness. They were probably used to living in the upper position and looking at people. They glanced so casually with creepy dignity.

    "Huo... Second master Huo?" Rong Jing''s mouth is not sharp and his speech is stumbling.

    He''s scared to pee, okay!

    Huo Yirong is in power of Huo''s hea group.

    It is said that he is deep-seated, cruel and cruel. He is very difficult to get along with, but he is looked up to by countless aristocratic families in the capital.

    Even the marginal crowd like Rong Jing has heard a little about Huo Er Ye''s name.

    Rong Jing greeted the man with cold eyes and trembled at the tip of his heart. He felt that the words rumored to describe him were really suitable.

    Huo Yirong wrung his eyebrows and stared at Rong Jing coldly. He looked frightened, and his expression became thoughtful.

    He reached out and turned the slim laptop on the table.

    The video on the screen was also suspended on Han Kexin''s picture.

    Huo Erye didn''t bother to deal with it and went straight to the theme: "did you sleep with this woman that night at the Huangting hotel?"

    He is slender like a bamboo bone joint and gently clicks on the woman on the screen.

    Between Rong Jing''s forehead, fine beads of sweat trickled down his cheeks on the precious carpet in the study.

    Seeing Han Kexin in the video, he was two years old with a frightened tone and murmured: "no, I don''t. how can Han Kexin sleep with me..."

    He gave out the details of the reception banquet that night and then spent money on buying women for a spring night.

    Even say the length of time with people that day and the general posture.

    Just send an afterthought to prove his innocence with Han Kexin.

    Huo Yirong stared at the silly boy who was still in front of him. He was very angry and rolled his eyes gracelessly.

    "Shut up!"

    I couldn''t bear it. Lord Huo was finally angry.

    Who wants to hear his mess!

    Rong Jing was so excited that he immediately closed his mouth.

    Huo Yirong leaned on his seat and was calm.

    His dark eyes stared at Rong Jing and made people cold.

    Rong Jing was surprised and surprised. Under the gaze of second master Huo, his toes could dig a hole in the floor across the carpet.

    When he was on the verge of collapse and could not bear the oppression, Lord Huo finally spoke mercifully.

    "Was there anything wrong with Han Kexin that night? Think about it carefully, and then answer. "

    Ignoring the compelling sight ahead, Rong Jing seriously recalls the details of the reception banquet that night.

    His face showed a look of memory: "there''s nothing wrong with Han Kexin. When the reception banquet was about to break up, her sister, the illegitimate daughter of the Qin family, came. It seemed that the other party was looking for Han Kexin to take something.

    The girl looked good. People didn''t want to let her go and began to coax her. They had to ask her for a drink. Who knew that the other party''s drinking capacity was really bad, and one cup fell down.

    It''s really the first time I''ve seen a cup of wine pour alive. It''s so fast. I just swallowed the wine and fell straight down before it slowed down for a minute... "