"I'm sorry! The number you dialed is empty! A lifeless, mechanical Korean voice rang out over and over again in a medium-sized hotel room. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

An Apple 7s, which was constantly quarrelling, was slammed into the blue griddled wallpaper. A corner of the screen, because of the strong inertia, bent in an instant, and the screen cracked and exploded in a few seconds, centered on that corner, making the three words Kim Taeyeon on the screen blurred......

Sika, who was wearing a long red dress, threw herself on the double bed in the hotel irregularly, her tulle and blonde hair fluttering in the air, messy, and the spring cushion bounced her little head up and fell down heavily.

Sika, who spit out the aroma of mints and the smell of red wine, lightly spit out two words: "Slut ......"

I don't know if I want to say the name on this phone, or if I say myself reflected on the ceiling. Naturally, she will not fail to understand that it is normal for people in the entertainment industry to change their phone numbers regularly, because for the sake of confidentiality, she may be angry just because...... She wanted to be angry......

The bell of dawn will not stop, and once the golden sunlight shines on the gauzy curtains of purple, the dim winter sun slowly erodes the darkness in the hotel in a line. Sika on the bed was curled up in a ball because he didn't have a quilt.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three polite and regular knocks rang out at the door. Sika struggled to open her bright glass eyes, dropped a drop of pale blue eye drops, and her groggy head and lifeless body didn't seem to be her own.

Is it because of the sequelae of drinking?

In Sika's mind, the answer is yes......

"Is it Ms. Jung so-yeon? There is your courier. As Sika struggled to sit up, holding her slender arms and supporting her petite body, a professional male voice rang out.

Can the courier be delivered to the front of the hotel? Is the front desk too amateurish? Or is the courier too professional?

There was a "bang", and a lady's bag with glass diamond sequins on the bedside table was thrown to the floor by a crooked Sika. Sika, whose legs were weak, knelt down in front of the door, panting and saying in a soft princess voice, "It's not convenient for me right now...... Put it at the door, can I pick it up later? ”

Even if she is drowsy, Sika feels that she is an artist of her size, and no matter how bad she is, she is still a woman, and this sense of precaution must be had.

There was silence outside the door for a while, and a piece of paper was stuffed in by the man through the crack in the door: "In that case, please sign the slip and hand it to me through the crack in the door...... After all, I also eat this bowl of rice, and the necessary procedures must not be missing......"

"What's in there......" Sika was very uncomfortable with her groggy head, and she leaned her head against the door and said weakly.

Although she is not in good health, now she has planned to get drunk one last time, and from today onwards, she must be strong. No one can make themselves cry...... No...... It should be that I will definitely stop crying, and I can let myself cry...... Only that bottle of eye drops......

"Two shoe boxes, a folder, a long stick-shaped object...... We can't open the package, you have to check it yourself......"

"Are you sure you didn't send it wrong?"

"That's right! The address is right! If you're Ms. Zheng Xiuyan from Fork Fork Hotel 301, you're right! ”

Listening to the footsteps getting farther and farther and more faint, Sika dared to open a crack in the door and poke his head out to see what was going on.

Sure enough, as the courier brother said, the shoe box, the folder, and the long stick object that was wrapped in white bubble wrap.

I never bought it online, I would never buy a pair of Nike men's basketball shoes and a pair of middle-aged and elderly cotton shoes, and the shoe box is old, could it be that there are broken shoes inside?

Since I didn't buy it myself, was it given by the fans? It stands to reason that the gifts of fans can only be checked by economists and staff, but the staff are never so responsible......

You can't always leave it at the door, take it into the house first, and then open it when the agent comes. After all, fans are divided into black and white fans, and there may also be horror letters, blades, and live mice...... It is impossible to prevent it, and it is impossible to prevent it.

Sika grabbed the long side of her red dress, and a pair of white hands that could reveal the cyan veins grabbed the yellow, translucent tape that roughly tied the shoe box and folder together. The line of objects, with the help of the smooth wooden floor, was dragged into the hotel room.

Why do I always feel like my sheets have changed?

Why do I always feel that the curtains are not the same as yesterday?

Was it the delusion that I was drunk yesterday?

Someone changed sheets, bedding and curtains while they fell asleep? What are you kidding internationally...... So it was the delusion that I was confused with last night......

Sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at his head with a splitting head with his small fist, looking at these few strange objects, infinitely curious.

From the edge of the bubble wrap, a small handful of red plush-like objects were unyieldingly exposed, which made Sika feel a thrill!

Living creatures?

Live mice?

Red live mice?

Isn't that possible...... So what is it, Sika is curious, infinitely curious, just take a look, it should be fine, right? Sika held back her curiosity, but she couldn't help her curious hand, she crouched in front of a stick-like object more than a person long, dodged, and lifted the corner of the bubble wrap with her hand, if it was some strange thing...... Jump into bed......

It turned out that there were more plush red hairs in that pinch of red hair, loose and soft, and Sika couldn't help but touch it a few times.

Seeing that there was no danger, under the guidance of curiosity, Sika was bold, and with a piece of white and flawless neat little teeth, he opened the yellow tape in the middle of the bubble wrap, grabbed the two corners, and threw it like a quilt, the stick-like object continued to rotate in the bubble wrap, and was finally thrown into the air, the brown wooden handle, one end tied to the red thread and tied to the bell, the jingle bell, and the other side of a fluffy plush, was firmly fixed on the wooden handle.

Syllable!

The stick-like object fell to the floor, and with a crisp sound, the empty Sikala returned to reality!

Broom??

A well-made cute broom...... Isn't that still a broom? Who will send the broom, and what's the point? That's right! Folder!

Sika suddenly remembered the folder, there must be some files in it......

The little hand kept tinkering, untying a thin white thread wrapped around the folder...... A red hard copy falls out of the folder.

Sika picked up the red book, looked at those few English letters, and felt like a five-flavor bottle in his heart, joking, playing, teasing, who can tell me, how many April Fool's Days are there in a year? Sika gasped and read word by word: "Demon-Woman-Job-Industry-Qualifications-Certificate-Certificate!" ”

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I have broken eyes, I have stomach problems, and I have other books to write...... Before the illness is cured, the update is uncertain...... Let's watch and play, and this is a daily lightheart