Chapter 360 Still a Step Too Late
"That's not true. It looks like it's really urgent." The secretary said.
Yao Shengming threw the contract into the drawer and locked it. He turned around and bumped into the secretary. Coffee splashed on him, but he didn't feel any pain. He called her with his mobile phone.
But he found that his mobile phone was out of battery, and he was holding her landline to call her.
"Sorry, the number you dialed is turned off."
He hurried out, fists clenched.
"Rong Rong, what's wrong?" He said in a deep voice.
At this moment, his assistant came back, and when he met him, he said: "Young Master, Miss Today came to see you, and I went to find her afterwards, but found that I couldn't get in touch with her."
Yao Shengming listened, and reached out to grab the assistant's cell phone.
"Lend it to me." He said, continued to call with his mobile phone, and drove towards Yao Rong's residence in the Mercedes.
During the process, he called Gu Chuyan's cell phone, but Xiao Mohan picked it up.
"She's asleep, Yao Rong isn't here." Xiao Mohan took her phone away and said to Yao Chengming.
"Okay." Yao Shengming said before hanging up the phone.
Yao Rong grew up, even if he was in big trouble, he would not take the initiative to look for him. It was rare for her to take the initiative to find him today, and the damn thing was that her mobile phone ran out of battery during the meeting, so she missed the opportunity.
"Yao Rong, no matter what happens, you must wait for me." Yao Shengming said in a deep voice.
He drove the car, ran through red lights, and went straight to her apartment downstairs.
Looking at the apartment, the dim light was shining through the curtains. Yao Shengming was sitting in the car. After a long time, he opened the door and got out of the car. His footsteps were restless, and he always felt that something was missing.
"Rongrong." He said her name in his heart.
He went upstairs, took a deep breath, reached out and knocked on the door.
Hearing a faint knock on the door, Yao Rong walked to the hall, grabbed the fruit knife and asked in a low voice, "Who?"
"It's me." Yao Shengming's voice came.
She looked from the "cat's eye" and saw Yao Shengming anxiously standing outside the door, so she opened the door. Yao Shengming was standing outside, in front of a white shirt, stained by coffee, in a panic.
"I heard that you were looking for me today. I went to a meeting, but my phone ran out of battery." Yao Shengming said in a deep voice.
Yao Rong put down the knife, glanced at him, and said, "I have something to do in the morning, but I've dealt with it."
"Then..." Yao Shengming didn't know what to say.
His palms were covered with sweat. Standing in front of her, he was as nervous as a kid, completely lacking the composure and calmness in handling official business.
"Have you eaten? Do you want to have supper?" Yao Shengming asked.
Before she could answer, Yao Shengming walked in, threw his coat on the sofa, rolled up his sleeves, and was about to go to the kitchen, but there was a smell of medicine in the room.
"Are you hurt?" He said, his deep black eyes, but he glanced into her bedroom.
Yao Rong was a little nervous, he didn't know Zhuo Bi's identity, what if he was really a fugitive? Thinking of this, she walked to the bedroom door and closed it with her hand.
"Well, a small injury." She whispered, there were indeed some scratches on her wrist.
Yao Shengming walked into the kitchen, cooked it himself, and cooked her supper.
Seeing his busy figure, Yao Rong's eyes dimmed, and she wanted to walk over, but when she heard a noise coming from the bedroom, she was frightened and walked towards the bedroom.
Pushing open the door, seeing Zhuo Li wanting to get up, he waved his hand to the bedside table, and the water glass fell down.
"What's wrong with you?" Yao Rong rushed forward, reaching out to support him.
Zhuo Bi stretched out his hand, touched his forehead, and said hoarsely, "I want to go to the toilet."
He whispered, struggling to get up, the fever almost subsided, but still a little dizzy.