Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading

Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in oicq.net -> Prose -> nostalgia is worse than meeting

Chapter Three Seven Days and Seven Century 36

Previous page        Return to Catalog        Next page

    ?

    Thinking of this, An Rumo felt better. He stood up, straightened his clothes, and then resumed his elegant demeanor. He slowly walked back to the private room.

    "Young Master An is really sympathetic to his subordinates. Seeing that Miss Wei was overwhelmed with alcohol, he immediately followed her out."

    "Yes, yes, don't worry, Young Master An, I think Miss Wei's drinking capacity is very good."

    "Hey, where's Miss Wei?"

    An Rumo smiled and didn't answer, but when she heard what everyone said, she turned her eyes to the place beside her, on which was still her black handbag, very orthodox style, elegant and generous, just like her usual behavior when she was out.

    An Rumo suddenly thought of something, took out his mobile phone and walked out of the private room,

    When he hung up the phone and turned back, he saw Fan Qingyang standing behind him.

    "I can't see that An Shao, who has had a thousand sails, would be so leisurely. He is considerate and caring for a secretary." Fan Qingyang smiled dizzily.

    An Rumo leisurely put away his mobile phone, turned his face and responded, "What? Tired of staying in Shanghai World of Flowers? Want to go back?"

    An Rumo glanced sideways at Fan Qingyang's somewhat stiff expression, and then asked, "Or, I'll just report to my uncle and say that your kid didn't follow Uncle Li back to study that damned doctorate in management, but stayed with me in Shanghai."  What about odd jobs?"

    Fan Qingyang's face suddenly changed, "If you don't bring such a thing, you forget your friends when you see sex?"

    However, An Rumo smiled lightly, a little knowingly: "You just hide. Let's see how long you can hide. I heard that Xichen plans to return to the mainland recently. You just wait, let that kid catch you."  The speed of the money, if I don¡¯t need to report it, my uncle will definitely take you back.¡±

    "Who? Mu Xichen?" Fan Qingyang squinted with contempt on his face, "Come on, who can compare with him? It's a ruthless money-making machine, spoiling the fun."

    "Hehe, just pinch the two of you, it hasn't stopped in all these years." Ru Mo Lang laughed and walked towards the private room¡ª¡ª

    With a "ding", the elevator reached the ground floor, and when the door opened, a woman rushed out from inside.

    Wearing an orthodox OL costume, her hair is a little messy, her cheeks are slightly red, and her breathing is unsteady, but these do not affect her beauty. Her eyes are agile, like a frightened deer, and her flushed cheeks line her delicate and delicate face.  Small face, clear skin, flawless.

    She quickly ran out of the hotel through the crowd waiting for the elevator.

    Until then, she realized that her handbag was still in the private room. Not only was she penniless, she didn't even bring her mobile phone and room card.

    She stood outside the hotel gate and hesitated for a long time, looking back at the brightly lit hotel, and finally walked forward.

    Hey, Wei Yingzi, you silly woman.  Yingzi bit her lower lip while walking, sulking at herself, you, just wait to lose your job.

    Yingzi just walked and thought all the way, asking for directions while walking back to the hotel where she was staying.

    As soon as she entered the lobby, she bit the bullet and walked towards the reception desk, intending to use An Rumo's trump card to ask the reception lady at the front desk to open the door for her, but she was stopped by a middle-aged man within a few steps  way to go.

    "Excuse me, is it Ms. Wei?" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report