A two-wheeled moped carriage stopped in front of the gate of the Dukemmy Hotel like a gust of wind, and the variegated high-headed horse was impatiently spewing hot air in the coachman's scolding, and the restless kicking of the horse's hooves made the sound of "Tata", and was rudely stopped after only three blocks of high-speed running, and the variegated horse was a little dissatisfied.

A hotel doorman rushed down the steps quickly, reached out and grabbed the reins on the side of the motley horse's neck, patted the motley horse's neck with his left hand with his strength, and softly comforted the somewhat irritable motley horse, making it gradually quiet.

The other doorman had already walked briskly to the door of the carriage while the doorman was comforting the horses, and waited for the variegated horse to calm down before pulling out the folding steps hidden under the carriage from under the carriage, and then opened the door, and then stood aside and waited for the characters in the carriage to come out of it.

But when he saw clearly the face of a young yellow man coming out of the car door, he actually forgot about the work he had repeated hundreds of times, until the yellow man stretched out a hand and took his place to pick up a lady in the carriage, and hurriedly smiled and said sorry words with a smile.

The yellow man seemed to be very talkative, but shook his head faintly, and instead of shouting at him like the other discerning customers, he smiled at him, and even reached out and took out a few coppers from his coat pocket and handed them to himself, and then smiled at the doorman who was still there to comfort the horses, which meant that these tips belonged to the two of you.

The doorman didn't understand, so he nodded his head and said words of thanks, put the copper and franc in his hand into the pocket of his clothes, and then led the two guests to the hotel with a half-hunched body.

Ten francs was the most he had ever received, and even the most generous guests had never given him more than one, not to mention that the gentleman had not yet blamed himself for his mistake, how could such a generous guest not serve him with all his heart.

Thanks to the 10 franc tip, the courteous doorman made Gao Hongsheng more comfortable to stay in the Duquemmy Hotel with the most advanced facilities.

It is more smooth because when registering, Gao Hongsheng, a Chinese, did not even have a necessary identity document, but these are not problems, the beautiful Felia will help him solve a qiē, and at the same time, some special doormen who are attentive also help a lot, the most important thing is that a customer who can take out a hundred pounds from his body without caring and use it as a prepayment for accommodation How can there be a problem.

Felia was like a mischievous child, and had been running around the suite ever since the waiter welcomed them into the suite, which cost a thousand francs a night, and she was surprised by every novelty.

Call the waiter's electric bell to illuminate the room with a single pull, the Parisian Gobelan tapestry in the dining room, the stunning silver cutlery in the huge pantry, and the high-backed mahogany chairs to hide the whole person in the stool.

The huge bed-like double sofa in the living room, the sofa is so soft that as soon as you sit in, you are deeply buried in a pile of soft woolen fabrics, soft and lazy, which reminds people of their own drowsiness.

On the collection cabinet of Italian treasures, those exquisite knick-knacks are simply exquisite works of art, so that people want to take them for themselves as soon as they pick them up, but the staggering price on them makes her a little afraid of breaking one.

The carpet with fine needles and lace sank deep into it with a light step, even if she rolled on the ground, as if she was on her own small bed.

A few wide armchairs were placed in front of the fireplace in a semicircle, and the flaming red fireplace in the closet with a circle of reliefs around it danced lazily, dyeing the whole room with a touch of yellowish brown and making the whole room full of warmth.

Through a small door of almost transparent glass polished, you can see the marble desk and mirror in the dressing room, and there is a white bathtub, silver water and silver basin, and crystal and ivory trinkets, and the fragrance of violets that permeates the whole room, and the rays of sunlight shining through the gaps in the crimson thick flannel curtains also give off a lazy smell.

A padded super large bed is as low as a sofa, the Venetian hook lace on the bed is inlaid with silver filaments, and two long pillows that are nearly a meter long are wrapped in embroidered lace pillowcases and placed on top of the velvet quilt cover, neatly placed at the head of the bed.

On either side of the bed were a light rose-red silk curtain that had been pushed together, and the gold threads woven on it and the silver filaments on the bed shimmered intoxicatingly in the bright yellow electric light.

The entire top suite contains a large dining room that can accommodate more than a dozen people, a comfortable master bedroom, two small servants' rooms, a large dressing room, a small study, and a large living room for receiving visitors, totaling nearly 400 square meters, which occupies half of the top floor of the hotel.

Even in modern terms, it can be compared as a presidential suite, but in that era, there was no such thing as a presidential suite, only a top-level suite, which is not counting the luxurious and somewhat excessive decoration inside, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as lavish and extravagant.

Gao Hongsheng's earthen bun has never lived in such a luxurious room in modern times, and the most he lives in is a standard room, but he is not like Fei Liya, just followed her from room to room with a faint smile.

He lazily leaned on the door frame of the bedroom, stretched out his hand to finish the softness of the large bed in the room, and wanted to run to compare with the large two-seater sofa in the living room, whether the bed was soft or the sofa was soft Felia in his arms.

Felia screamed and half-raised her hands in front of her chest, raising her two small arms wrapped in narrow sleeves in front of her chest like a boxer's defense, and pressing her palms on Gao Hongsheng's broad chest, gently pushing outward, counteracting the urgency of Gao Hongsheng's right hand around her waist.

Gao Hongsheng ignored the two arms that were a little in the way, and brought the right hand around her waist in, making her more close to his chest, and then gently supported her head with his left hand that leaned back slightly, and with a little effort, he leaned her face towards his already lowered lips, and then found the right position to block the small mouth that was still screaming with his big mouth.

Felia's screams abruptly stopped in the room, then turned into squeaky sobs. …………