Deluxe Suite.

Liang Qingchi made a phone call, and after the call, he saw that Xiao Yunuan had passed his request to add and clicked on her circle of friends.

Her latest post was posted three days ago, with a pot of pothos on a clean office table, without any text.

Further down, there is a selfie of her, holding a snow-white Samoyed in her arms, accompanied by a text: This is my new favorite.

Flipping down further, it is a photo of Rong Yi, just a side, which should have been taken by her secretly, with a text: Such a perfect man turned out to be my husband, I am so happy.

Liang Qingchi's face changed suddenly, Jun's face was shrouded in a dark mist, and the fingers holding the phone gradually tightened.

Even though he was angry, he still wanted to know how she had been doing in the past three years.

Holding back his anger, he continued to look down, but the more he looked, the more angry he became.

Because most of Xiao Yunuan's circle of friends are related to Rong Yi.

It can be seen that she has lived a very happy and happy life in the past three years.

Seeing the end, Liang Qingchi angrily threw his mobile phone on the ground, his face gloomy and terrifying.

He almost couldn't wake up in the past three years, and she was carefree.

Why should he bear the pain alone, but the two people who betrayed him can be happy?!

His gloomy eyes narrowed, and a terrifying cold light burst out from under his eyes.

Then, he got up and walked over, picked up the whiskey, poured a glass, and took a sip with his head up.

He hadn't drunk wine for a long time, but he felt that the wine was spicy and scorching, and it was difficult to swallow.

After a sip of wine, he calmed down, walked to the landline, and dialed a phone call: "Let Manager Wu come to me." ”

Not long after, there was a knock on the door outside.

He put down his wine glass and went to open the door, and the manager of the hotel stood outside the door: "Young master." ”

"Come in." Liang Qingchi let go of the doorknob, turned around and walked inside.

The hotel manager entered the room and followed him to the sofa.

Liang Qingchi sat down on the sofa and put one arm on the back of the sofa: "Have they eaten that yam and red bean cake?" ”

"Eat, but ......," the manager looked at him and stopped.

Liang Qingchi frowned: "But what? ”

"One of the ladies said that the food was good, but the dessert was too bad." After speaking, he lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Liang Qingchi.

Liang Qingchi's expression did not fluctuate: "Only these two sentences? ”

The manager repeated what Jiang Se said completely, and then he looked at Liang Qingchi cautiously.

In fact, he is quite curious, what is the relationship between the guests of room 3022 and their young owners?

Because the yam and red bean cake were made by their young owner himself.

Liang Qingchi frowned, his fingertips rubbing the tail ring on his little thumb.

You really don't remember it at all?

"Brother Qingchi, are you sure you can eat this?"

"Brother Qingchi, how strange the smell is, you won't poison me, right?"

"Brother Qingchi, although I like to eat yam and red bean cake very much, I don't dare to eat what you make, I'm afraid of diarrhea, so you go around me."

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After eating the buns, Jiang Se sat down on the edge of the bed with a water glass, and she remembered the summer three years ago.

At that time, there was no resort, but the ancient town next to the resort was several years old.

During the summer vacation, the group of them went to the ancient town to play.

Seeing that someone was taking costume photos, Liang Yuning shouted to them in front: "Nuan Nuan, Cersei, let's take some costume photos too, right?" ”。

Those beautiful clothes, she was also very moved, and she agreed with joy.