It seems that the old man doesn’t want to commit suicide, he just wants to indulge.
Qin Miaomiao turned around without hesitation, and the boss exclaimed:
"Young Madam, you’re not going to intervene?"
"Intervene in what? Mind his own business. If he wants to fool around, let him do it properly. Go tell him that the trouble he caused, he needs to solve it himself."
After saying this, she was about to leave, but Rong Lan was already standing in front of her, shirt half-open, revealing well-toned pecs, an enchanting face with a mocking smile:
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"Not leaving? To watch your pornographic show?"
"Miao Miao, if you don’t like it, I can make those two women leave immediately."
Qin Miaomiao raised an eyebrow: "If you like it, even if you want to play with ten at once, it’s fine. But a piece of advice, wear protection, don’t catch anything nasty, and besides, your heart disease can’t take this kind of torment. If you die in bed, I won’t clean up the mess for you."
Rong Lan clicked his tongue twice:
"Miao Miao, you’re really heartless to me."
Qin Miaomiao no longer had any patience to deal with him, and said coldly:
"You’re blocking my way, please move aside."
"You came here, don’t you want to have some fun too? This is the Golden Pleasure Palace, after all."
Qin Miaomiao seemed to notice something unusual about him, stepped closer, and said in a deep voice: "Did you... touch that stuff?"
"Yes, the stuff that makes you feel like you’re floating, want to try it?"
Without thinking, Qin Miaomiao slapped him hard in the face, grabbed his collar, and said fiercely: "Are you looking to die?! You’re touching that stuff, your heart can’t handle it at all!"
Rong Lan, however, wasn’t at all angry, instead, he looked at her with a half-smile:
"So, you worry about me too."
"Crazy, truly crazy! Boss, Little Fourth, take this bastard out for me!"
The boss and Little Fourth helped Rong Lan out, his expression still excited, but his lips were turning purplish, even his nails were discolored.
The reporters somehow heard the news and were waiting outside!
As soon as they saw Qin Miaomiao and Rong Lan coming out, they swarmed over; this time, they were all real reporters!
"Emperor Rong, do you really have suicidal thoughts?"
"Emperor Rong, there’s a rumor you’re heartbroken. Is there a problem between you and President Qin?"
"Emperor Rong, some say you’ve had a depressive episode, is that true?"
Rong Lan was being helped by the boss, barely able to stand, just as he was about to speak, the boss covered his mouth. He’s so high now! If he really speaks, who knows what he’ll say!
Qin Miaomiao’s face was extremely gloomy, looked around at the reporters, and said coldly:
"President Qin, please directly respond, what exactly is your relationship with Emperor Rong?"
"Yeah, lingering at a nightclub with Emperor Rong at midnight, are you two in a romantic relationship?"
Someone even tried to poke the microphone in her face! She snatched it directly and threw it on the ground, harshly said:
"I said, move the hell away from me!"
The reporters shouted: "Oh my, she has such an attitude, it’s simply outrageous!"
"Yeah, how can you smash our microphone? That’s so disrespectful."
At this moment, Rong Lan suddenly started convulsing, his lips turned purple, it was obvious he had taken something earlier, was overly stimulated, and had a heart attack!
The boss checked his condition, felt things were bad, and hurriedly whispered:
"Young Madam, we need to get to a hospital, or something serious could happen."
But in front of them were all reporters; seeing Rong Lan in this condition, it was clearly going to be big news, aiming the cameras, they wished they could get up close to snap his face!
If something truly happens to Rong Lan, this would be firsthand material, who would let it slip by!