The king is rich and young: My apprentice has been pitted again!

Chapter 711 Neon Lights Bright, Stars Fall

Zhao Ying cried until his make-up was stained, and his heart was full of remorse. He intended to let his youngest son take care of in the old house. Who told him to join the army, go to a military town, go to the military academy in J City, and go to see what is breaking the king? The competition must involve that wild girl...

That girl is an illegitimate daughter, a scourge just like her mother, 18 years ago, 15 years ago...

Rong Yao was arrested by the police and temporarily detained in prison, waiting for the court trial on the working day.

Zhao Ying was heartbroken, remembering the past, thanks to Lan Rulan, hated Ouyang Yuan so much...

"Xiaoyao..." Zhao Ying watched Rong Yao get into the police car, and her youngest son was still so calm and calm. She thought that maybe her son was frightened, and she felt even more distressed, "Dad...you should think of a way...to save Save Xiaoyao..."

"How about taking care of others? Why don't you come back?" Rong Quan thought of everything he could think of, but there were all the witnesses and evidence, so it was difficult to put it on anyone.

"I... I'll urge him again." Zhao Ying took out his phone and started making calls.

Rong Quan, Rong Di and Lawyer He were in the living room of the old house, discussing the case all night, hoping to find a breakthrough, even if Rong Yao could not be exonerated, at least the sentence could be reduced...

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On the national highway, in a police car.

A pair of slender, white, bony fingers were placed on the legs, and a pair of brand new and shiny handcuffs were worn on the wrists.

Rong Yao still looked calm, he knew what he was about to face, he was unexpectedly calm.

Rong Yao didn't say a word, he just said calmly: "Can I make a phone call?"

When Rong Yao came out of the old house, he had a very good attitude and didn't resist at all.This is not an unreasonable request, they immediately agreed and took out the confiscated mobile phone.

Rong Yao got the phone to make a call, not to grandpa, not to his parents, but to Lin Wu: "Mu Mu, don't go back to the old house, and study well at school."

After finishing speaking, he hung up.

Rong Yao's tone didn't fluctuate, he spoke very calmly, and his movements didn't procrastinate. He didn't give Lin Wu a chance to ask questions, and he had already handed back his phone.

At night in City G, neon lights are on.

He was calm on the surface and looked calm.

In fact, under the silence is the "accomplice" of desire.He wanted to give her a stable life in this world, but he didn't know if this clumsy wish would come true...

He will try his best to delay and let her know later.

When she knows the truth, success or failure is a foregone conclusion, and everything will be calm...

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G City Food Street, a durian-themed restaurant.

Lin Wu answered the phone and heard Rong Yao's voice. Before she could say a word, he hung up the phone.

"Who is it?" Ying Huan opened her mouth with the taste of durian.

Lin Wu avoided facing Ying Huan, she put away her cell phone, not in a good mood: "My master, there is no one left..."

There really is no one left...

She was full of suspicion... What does Rong Yao mean by him?

Before he let her go back to the old house, took her back to his home, but now he doesn't let her go home, when did he change?Become as fickle as Ying Huan?
The two foodies in front of him were grabbing the last special durian set meal. Lin Wu put down more than half of the remaining durian sticky rice, drank plain water silently, and looked out the window at night.

The neon lights are bright and dazzling, reflecting the big city, but she is a little dazzling.

The neon lights outside the window are flickering, like stars falling, like sparks starting a prairie fire, burning this big city and igniting this city that never sleeps.

Not far away, at the congested intersection, a police car passed by with its horn...

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　　I saw someone say that the author went off topic, there is no such thing.

　　Here, it is a bit like prose, where the form is scattered but the spirit is not scattered.

　　Ann, it will be over soon.In the end, it comes down to a point.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)