Although the sweetheart was nervous this night, and it was in an unfamiliar hotel, she still slept soundly because she drank alcohol.

However, He Jiaming is not so lucky, he was so hot by his sweetheart, and he had nowhere to vent, he wanted to call a female companion, but he was afraid of waking up his sweetheart, which was unspeakably miserable.

For a moment, he really wanted to break into the door and directly handle her, at least he had a wish.

However, after wandering outside the door for a long time, He Jiaming has a thief's heart but no guts, or because he loves her too much, he never can hurt her.

He leaned against the door and looked at his sweetheart's immature sleeping face, thinking that this was clearly a child, and he got married and had children at a young age, which was really not good at learning.

But even if he didn't study well, he liked it, so he could only raise his middle finger at the bed and silently close the door.

At eight o'clock the next morning, Sweetheart sat up from her bed, and the moment she opened her eyes, she was immediately Spartan - where was this?

The vague fragments in her memory were pieced together one by one, she remembered that she was inviting He Jiaming to dinner, and then Qinglang said that He Jing jumped off the building, and she drank a lot of alcohol in a fit of anger, and then ......

Why are you in the hotel? Did He Jiaming bring him here?

Sweetheart looked down and saw that she was still neatly dressed in her pajamas!

How could he still change into pajamas? It must be He Jiaming's bastard...... Expose yourself to the light, damn it!

Sweetheart completely ignored the scenes of herself getting drunk and crazy last night, and she didn't remember how she played dead and scared He Jiaming to death, she jumped out of bed in a rage, banged on He Jiaming's door, and kicked and kicked as if her feet were not her own.

He Jiaming's whole body was trapped in the soft big bed, and he finally fell asleep, but he was disturbed by the people outside the door, so he perfunctorily pressed the door lock button at the head of the bed, and hummed vaguely: "Come in." ”

Sweetheart must not have heard it, He Jiaming's confused voice was as small as a mosquito humming, so she raised her foot and kicked it, but unexpectedly, because of the induction, the automatic door opened by itself inexplicably, and opened ......

Sweetheart was caught off guard and fell into it in the posture of a dog.

"Ahh!!!!!!!!h

He Jiaming heard a huge weight smashing on the floor, he didn't bother to open his eyes, but buried his head in the pillow and rubbed it, and the sweetheart was even more angry, stood up suddenly, walked to the side of the bed angrily, and pulled He Jiaming's pillow open.

He Jiaming's expression in his sleep was like that of a child, and he had no clear rules at all, but lay on the messy sheets, and the quilt was crumpled, as if he had stirred it in the washing machine.

"Bastard!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! you take off my clothes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" sweetheart screamed.

"Take off your sister's clothes—" He Jiaming opened his eyes in a daze.

"Then why are my clothes gone!Why are they pajamas!" Sweetheart didn't believe it!

"Nima's are you taking a shower by yourself, are you sick, you drink until you lose your memory?" He Jiaming's wake-up anger was very strict, and he was so strict that he didn't recognize his six relatives.

Sweetheart said that he couldn't believe it at all, and He Jiaming was speechless: "I don't believe that I went to monitor myself." ”

"You shoot me?" Sweetheart suddenly had mixed feelings - didn't she also take pictures of herself sleeping?

"Don't be narcissistic, Lao Tzu is not here to shoot you, but to defend himself!" He Jiaming closed his eyes and covered his head with the quilt.

Sweetheart sighed, forget it, if this guy didn't have to sleep on the street himself, she still had to thank him, so she silently "oh" and went to wash alone, only to find that her clothes were all gone.

What about clothes, how do I go to class in my pajamas?

She rushed over and woke up He Jiaming again, and He Jiaming impatiently slapped her away with one hand: "Lao Tzu was tossed by you and only slept for three hours, can you let me sleep a little longer?"

Sweetheart had no choice but to silently let this lazy guy collapse on the bed like an octopus, while he finished washing up and silently sat in front of the huge ultra-luxurious home theater to watch SpongeBob SquarePants.

So what's the solution, TV is full of erotic movies, there is only such a cartoon, she can't get up early in the morning and watch it**, right?

Why is this place so weird? Is this a love hotel?

Sweetheart glanced at the hotel logo - Washton, isn't this a five-star hotel?

He Jiaming was halfway asleep, and somehow his conscience suddenly found out, so he pressed the food delivery call bell in a daze, and 15 minutes later, someone knocked on the door, it was room service, and breakfast was delivered.

He Jiaming was still sleeping, and the sweetheart looked out from the cat's eye, feeling that the other party did seem to be a hotel service staff, so he opened the door, and the other party pushed the dining car into the room.

"Just put it here. Sweetheart pointed to the coffee table and tiptoed to see how rich the breakfast was.

The stomach gurgled uncontrollably—hungry, and the meal came in good time.

She devoured a French breakfast, thinking that this was delivered according to He Jiaming's usual breakfast habits, but she didn't expect He Jiaming's life to be so luxurious.

After a while, the doorbell rang again, and the sweetheart saw the room service staff holding her clothes and sending them up, and the other party said that this was "He Shao ordered it to be delivered early this morning last night".

The clothes have been washed and gentle, the sweater is fluffy and soft, the cotton clothes are much brighter, the clothes are very dry, and the sweetheart is moved to thank you.

She sat on the sofa in a complicated mood, almost unable to believe that this qiē was ordered by the rough He Jiaming, he looked really big and easily lost his temper, but he didn't expect it to ...... So attentive.

If you are taken care of by him, you should be quite happy, right?

Sweetheart sighed for no reason - it would be nice if this guy didn't like him, in fact, He Jiaming is a good person, if he can be a friend, I'm afraid he will be very happy.

I just don't know if Qinglang will be happy......

Forget it, he's still guarding other women, damn fellows, and won't come back to be with him......

Sweetheart's nose was a little sour, she admitted that she was indeed jealous, anyway, she just didn't like Qinglang and He Jing to get together, no matter what the reason, she didn't want them to stay together for more than five minutes.

I knew I wouldn't let him go, I didn't want to let him go in the first place, and sure enough, something went wrong.

She scratched the back of her hand, took out her phone and looked at it, and suddenly swept the date - it was Friday.

Ding! A small light bulb suddenly popped out of Sweetheart's head--since Qinglang couldn't come back, wouldn't it be better to go to Yuehai City by himself? Why did you have to let the two of them together?

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