Tong Luo felt that You Dun must be a very terrifying person, and it is definitely not as naive and ridiculous as it appears. Otherwise, how could the two old men have a particularly bad expression after hearing about You Dun, and they even left without saying much nonsense?

... Fortunately, I didn't run around just now, otherwise I would have ended up with the one with the one with Cheng... I don't know where the one with Cheng was dragged.

Qi Yin took the two old men back the same way. Chen Yuan sat down on the sofa slowly, squinted his eyes slightly to look at Chen Chen who was sleeping in the big bed, and his indifferent aura was so soft that he seemed a little soft at this time.

Leng Yufeng held his computer and stood behind Shen Yuan like a bodyguard, tilting his head awkwardly, with a stiff and cold face red, and he didn't dare to look at Tong Luo.

Tong Luo, who was regarded as air, could not get the next instructions from the big financial owner, so he had to carry his skirt and go into the bathroom to wear clothes boredly. Based on the situation just now, he had already imagined the scene of a wealthy mansion fighting for power and throne. It turns out that art comes from life and is higher than life. Now such TV series are so marketable, it turns out that there are really prototypes.

Poverty limits imagination.

After changing clothes in just a few seconds, there was no need to make up any makeup. When Tong Luo returned to the room again, the violent baby-faced You Dun had already returned to the room, and was flirtatiously flirting with Chen Chen's quilt, then covered his chest and breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, this kid Cheng Li didn't dare to strip my Xiao Chenchen's underwear..."

Leng Yufeng rolled his eyes directly to express his contempt for the shameless people. When he turned his face and saw Tong Luo, his recovered face turned red again.

...The cool and shy handsome guy is a little cute?

Tong Luo picked up his handbag, opened his mouth, and swallowed the words about "reward". She glanced at Chen Yuan who was focused on her younger brother, and then glanced at You Dun who was happy beside the bed, thinking that it would be better for a master. Standing here, she seemed very unnecessary. Tong Luo waited silently for two or three minutes, raised his hand weakly, pulled a polite smile on the corner of her mouth, trying to arouse the attention of the three people with a reduced sense of existence: "Well, are you busy, I'll leave first?"

The three people's eyes moved over at the same time, making Tong Luo feel that his arms were stinged by invisible pressure, and a layer of fine goose bumps were raised.

Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at Tong Luo up and down, pondered for a moment, and ordered: "Yu Feng, give her the money and leave a phone number."

Tong Luo laughed and refused, while retreating back to the door: "No, no need, it's just a matter of raising hands, what's the point of asking? Helping others is a traditional virtue of the Chinese nation..."

Seeing Tong Luo leaving the door, Chen Yuan signaled with a look, You Dun was already smiling (Tong Luo: Isn’t it a grim smile?) and stepped over the big bed. The eagle held Tong Luo’s waists like a chicken, and moved her to Chen Yuan.

A hundred complaints came across Tong Luo, but one woman to three men were still at the night banquet, so he could only continue to smile politely.

"Bank account?" Leng Yufeng operated his little computer silently.

...Is there really such a good thing about losing money from heaven? Unexpected wealth is hard to get... Tong Luo struggled in his heart. Considering that he would be sent to the cold palace after putting the old pigeon today, his work would probably be sent to the cold palace. My mother had just finished the operation, and she thought she would have to pay a lot of money. Tong Luo's Adam's apple moved slightly and shook her head: "It's really not necessary."

She was uneasy to take the money, and she didn't want to get involved in the grudges of wealthy families. She could not afford to fight or lose if she was a commoner.

"Is it enough to have an ID card?" You Dun lowered his head and studied Tong Luo's small handbag.

Tong Luo was speechless. There was still people who were rushing to send money to others? She couldn't help but not?

"Finished!" Leng Yufeng still kept silent and turned his computer screen to Chen Yuan. Seeing that there was something good to look at, You Dun also gave up his bag, leaned over and stretched his neck and said: "Name Tong Luo, gender female, date of birth, August 25, 1995, home address xxxx, father Fang Jianguo (death) Oh Oh I'm sorry, mother Sun Xihua, brother Fang Junyao, hey, how could your surname be Tong?"

Tong Luo's face changed. When she saw Leng Yufeng fiddling with the door lock just now, she even thought about it. She thought that this handsome, cool, skillful and skillful young man should be a person living in American blockbusters. Is personal security and privacy leaked so seriously? Shouldn't this kind of human flesh search be illegal?

But now it is obviously not the time to argue about this, Tong Luo can only listen to You Dun's personal information helplessly. Fortunately, he read it faster than he read it. You Dun had just finished studying her family relationships. Chen Yuan had already read it, so he raised his hand to signal it. Leng Yufeng took the computer back regardless of You Dun's protest.

Perhaps this information gave Chen Yuan a new inspiration. He pondered for a while, knocked his fingertips on the back of the sofa chair a few times, then raised his eyes and gave Tong Luo a first "pointed eye" tonight: "Give you one million, five hundred thousand is the previous reward, five hundred thousand, please continue to cooperate for a while. Don't worry, at most three months."

The last sentence is filled with some obvious contempt.

Tong Luo was speechless, yes, it was normal for the rich second generation to be a little star, let alone three months, even if it was dumped for three days. But can she refuse?

Tong Luo glanced at the performance of the three of them, weighed the pros and cons in his heart, but he was helpless: "Okay."

The arm can't twist the thigh.

He just left the wolf's den and entered the tiger's den.

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The weekends are like a wave, and I get angry on Mondays... It seems that I have to find the rhythm. Are there any girls who don’t have literary talent? Let’s leave a message. As soon as I appear, there are several handsome guys, and I can’t stir up any waves.

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
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