"This young lady, how can you hit someone."

The reception at the front desk just opened one eye and closed one eye and pretended not to see it, but now when he saw that the gold owner was beaten, his scalp immediately became numb, and he pressed the emergency button without asking.

Those who dare to come here to make trouble are definitely tired of it.

When the manager got the call, he obviously thought the same thing. Xing Chongchong came to the front hall with a few thugs, and when he saw An Yang's appearance, his face changed slightly, "Which guest are you looking for?" ”

"Room 502."

Hearing the room number that Anyang broke out, the manager's face instantly turned to ashes, and his eyes glared at the front desk, "What are you doing?!" ”

"But, but she hit someone...... The front desk guessed that An Yang's identity was special, and immediately turned white, and pointed to the middle-aged man who had fainted aggrievedly.

"Then what are you still doing in a daze, hurry up and ask someone to carry people away!"

Anyang listened to them and I set up a stage with each other, and they didn't bother to debunk it, "I have something urgent." ”

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my men were negligent," the manager nodded and nodded, "Mr. Chen has already said hello before, if Miss arrives here, please take the VIP elevator." ”

An Yang didn't say anything, and after taking the elevator, she found that the light inside was recognizable, reflecting the thick impatience on her face. After taking two deep breaths, An Yang finally softened the expression on his face.

The episode just now made her deeply aware that this hotel with a glamorous surface should be the so-called gold nest of human beings behind the scenes.

She hated the mixed places, and even more disgusted with the money transactions that were dominated by Gu Wei-Wang.

After a pause outside the 502 box, the moment she opened the door, the strong smell of alcohol mixed with perfume made her almost cough.

On the wraparound sofa, several men were already drunk, and one of them was Yin Xuan, who was trying to talk to her at the dance that day.

"Mr. Tatsu."

The delicate voice drilled into An Yang's eardrums, and she turned her head to look, only to find Chen Zhaoheng sitting not far from those people.

The half-open white shirt looks particularly wild and sexually charming because of his drunken and lazy movements.

A woman with a ruddy face was tentatively putting her hand on Chen Zhaoheng's shoulder, as if she was going to send her lips up in the next second.

"Stay away from me."

Just when An Yang thought something was going to happen, Chen Zhaoheng pushed the person next to him, and his eyes swept coldly towards An Yang, "Are you a dead man?!" ”

An Yang received the task of picking up the drunk Chen Zhaoheng, but without Charlide, she didn't know what to do or what not to do......

"Haha, you're too confused," Yin Xuan raised his hand and pulled the woman into his arms, "Little beauty, don't be angry with him." ”

"Yin Shao, how dare I," the woman lay down in his arms, as if it wasn't her who wanted to seduce Chen Zhaoheng just now.

After Anyang got tired of the two of them together, he decisively glanced away, and as a result, he swept away the dark gaze that happened to be on Shangchen Zhaoheng.

Leaning over with a slight stiffness in his legs and feet, An Yang tried his best not to pay attention to the surrounding voices, and bent over his clothes stiffly, "Boss, I'm here to pick you up." ”

Chen Zhaoheng half-closed his eyes, and when he heard the official words, he instantly felt that what Yin Xuan said just now was wrong, and the person in front of him was really incomprehensible.

"That's what you're wearing?"

An Yang glanced down at the decent uniform on his body, "Boss, it's working time." ”