Peerless Concubine: Ghost King, this palace wants to rob

Chapter 622 The Modern Story (57)

Xuanyuan Jiaye clenched his hands fiercely, making a creaking sound in the middle of the night, which was extremely thrilling and eerie.

"Why are you here?" Ai Ling asked in shock.

The man sneered, "Why, did I bother you?"

Ai Ling frowned, "What bother you?"

"After drinking so much and staying so late, did I interrupt your business by coming suddenly? Huh?" Xuanyuan Jiaye's eyes were full of storms.

A look of shock flashed across Ai Ling's eyes, and then she smiled alluringly, her voice as if ice had been quenched.

"Yeah, you interrupted my good business. If Mr. President has nothing to do, please go back. I will tell the people above to ask for a few days off."

Xuanyuan Jiaye was taken aback, "Ask for leave?"

"Well, play, have fun for a few days!" Ai Ling bit the word 'good' fiercely.

This suddenly brought Xuanyuan Jiaye's anger to the peak, but before he could say anything, Ai Ling slammed the door shut, and her cold and indifferent voice came from the door.

"Don't come to me again."

Xuanyuan Jiaye stared blankly at the closed door, feeling a throbbing pain in his chest, he squatted down slowly, clutching his chest, took a few breaths and felt much better, he looked up at the closed door, but finally didn't knock again, Turn around and leave.

There was anger in his back, but also a touch of deep sadness, although he walked in a chic way, he looked so lonely.

Murong Yao stood at the door of the room and looked at Xuanyuan Jiaye who was leaving, with a smile that was not a smile.

"What can't be said properly, it hurts so much." He shrugged.

He just turned off his cell phone at this time. Although he loves Ai Ling, a gentleman loves money and gets it in a proper way. He will never take advantage of others' danger. Today's incident can be regarded as his utmost benevolence.

As soon as he entered the room, he heard a sound of rumors coming from the next door, and it should be that Ai Ling was falling in the west.

Murong Yao opened his mouth wide in shock, and quietly listened to the movement next door.

In his impression, Ai Ling is the kind of person who is calm and calm, and will not fluctuate when encountering anything. Even if she is sad, she will not show it, but now she is throwing things, but One can imagine how angry she was.

Murong Yao turned around and walked out again, knocking on the door next door.

"Who?" Ai Ling's cold voice came from the door, which Murong Yao had never heard before.

He froze for a moment, "It's me."

After a while, Ai Ling opened the door, her expression was indifferent, not much different from usual, from this point Murong Yao could see that Ai Ling was not an ordinary person, she was able to calm down so quickly and face others like a normal person , he had to admire.

"Can't sleep, why don't we chat?" Murong Yao lazily leaned against the door.

Ai Ling was suppressing a fire in her heart, and she didn't say anything after hearing what he said, so she turned around and walked back.

Murong Yao also entered the door, but he left the door open and reached out to turn on the light, only then did he realize the mess in the room.

Well, apart from the bed and the wardrobe, everything else was broken by Eileen, the coffee table was broken, the chair was broken, half of the LCD TV was hanging on the wall, and the curtains were torn apart.

No, there were also a few holes on the wardrobe door. He glanced at it and found that there was an iron rod on the ground, which was used to hang curtains. Ai Ling should have hit it with that.

"Yo, you're really strong. Where can I sit if you've made it like this?" Murong Yao laughed teasingly.

Ai Ling looked back at the mess of the place, all of which were her masterpieces. After looking for a long time, she pointed to the ground at the edge of the balcony.

"You just sit on the ground."

(End of this chapter)