Ten seconds are long and short.

After the deafening explosion, Xia Zhu was suddenly thrown to the ground.

The man's body was like a barrier covering Xia Zhu.

The next second, countless dust and gravels hit Xia Zhu's head buzzed.

I don’t know how long it took, but it finally became quiet.

Rong Ye stood up first.

He patted the dust on his body.

Xia Zhu also opened her eyes.

She touched her face, then her hands and legs.

They are all there.

Intact.

Xia Zhu jumped up suddenly.

"Ah! Ah! I survived!"

Xia Zhu jumped up with dust on her face.

After jumping for a moment, he bowed deeply to Rong Ye: "Mr. Rong! Brother Rong! God of Concubine Rong! Thank you for saving me!"

She was moved!

This fugitive president is such a great person!

Woo woo!

He is really different from an ordinary president!

They obviously don’t know each other, but they are willing to risk their lives to save themselves!

This is not the fugitive president!

This is a escaping Bodhisattva!

Rong Ye smiled: "Just call me my name."

Even like Xia Zhu, it is covered in gray.

But the president is the president.

Xia Zhu is covered in dust.

The president is still handsome and handsome when he is on the run.

"Rong Ye." Xia Zhu's eyes narrowed into slits with smiles: "Thank you."

After saying that, Xia Zhu took out a pen and paper from her pocket.

Since joining the trash picking business, Xia Zhu has carried paper and pen with her, making it easier to record at any time.

For example, where is the most garbage?

For example, which waste purchase station has the best price to purchase waste.

After all, it is not so easy to be a rich and beautiful woman in the garbage industry.

Xia Zhubiao wrote down her mobile phone number: "I will never forget the grace of saving my life. If you need anything in the future, I will come soon!"

After saying that, Xia Zhu thought again that she was the president and probably nothing needed her help.

No!

have!

Even the president! There will be garbage at home!

Xia Zhu said: "Yezhu Rong, you will have garbage at home in the future! One phone call! I'll help you clean it up immediately! Free!"

Rong Ye finally couldn't help it and his eyes twitched.

He said, "No, I just want to ask,"

After pausing, a faint light flashed in Rong Ye's eyes, and he asked casually: "This bomb is made in Germany and is extremely rare. Who did you offend? The other party is going to kill you?"

Xia Zhu shook her head.

She didn't know either.

She offended many people.

For example, Merry, Jia Jia, Feifei.

But it is limited to small-scale struggles.

These people would never dare to kill her with bombs.

Rong Ye didn't ask, and smiled.

He handed Xia Zhu a business card: "If you find this person, call me immediately."

After saying that, Rong Ye turned around and left, not seemingly planning to talk more with Xia Zhu.

"Rong Ye." Xia Zhu thought of something.

Rong Ye turned around.

Xia Zhu folded her hands together: "I'm asking you something about my eight children from Xi Hancheng. Can you not tell Xi Hancheng?"

She didn't know whether Rong Ye knew Xi Hancheng or not.

But whether you know it or not.

As the president of the aristocratic circle, it should be easy for Rong Ye to say something to Xi Hancheng.

"Okay." Rong Ye agreed immediately.

Xia Zhu breathed a sigh of relief.

She giggled: "Rong Ye, you are such a good person."
Chapter completed!