Song Ci: Get out, the master hasn't changed his mind. The master is affectionate.

Mingjiang: I don't believe it, I'm all worried about other women blocking you, and you're still affectionate? Affectionate to whom? To us, Mr. Ye? Or is it a woman who doesn't care about the outside?

Song Ci: ...... The master said, it's the master's friend, not the master, not the master.

Tang Yanqi: It's really not you?

Song Ci: It's really not a master.

Mingjiang: Okay, believe you for the time being, I guess you don't dare to be sorry for Ye Junmo.

Song Ci: ...... Why?

Dynasty: Because, then you'll be beaten!!

Song Ci: !!!

Mingjiang: If Mr. Ye beats you, we won't help. He deserves to be beaten.

Song Ci: Phew, what do you know? Ye Junmo was reluctant to beat me at all.

Qin Song: How do I feel, Mr. Ye actually wants to beat you?

Song Ci: You have the wrong feeling. Ye Junmo, you like me.

Mingjiang: I don't believe it.

Wang: I don't believe it either.

Tang Yanqi: If Ye Junmo really liked you, he would have promised you a long time ago, and he still needs us to get him drunk and send him to your bed?

Song Ci: ...... You don't understand, our little gentleman is reserved, do you think he wants to the women around you? One by one, they are hungry and unrestrained, and they pounce on a man when they see it? My little gentleman is reserved, and he takes his feelings seriously, once he determines that a person is a lifetime, now ...... Our little gentleman identified me.

Qin Song: Xiaojunjun...... This title really damages my Mr. Ye's tall and mighty image.

Mingjiang: I, Mr. Ye, have an aura of two meters eight, how can I be called Xiao Junjun?

Dynasty: Otherwise? Called the Maharaja-kun?

Song Ci: Get out, you are tall and mighty, and our little Junjun is obviously petite and cute.

Dynasty:......

Mingjiang: ......

Tang Yanqi: ......

Qin Song: I'm going to tell Mr. Ye that you said he was petite and cute.

Mingjiang: Perhaps...... What is said is not the image of Mr. Ye, but the description of a certain place.

Dynasty!!! Groove !!

Tang Yanqi: Could it be ...... Mr. Ye is very small?

Qin Song: How small is it to be described as petite and cute?

Dynasty: Big ham sausage for three dollars?

Song Ci: ......

Mingjiang: Ham sausage for two dollars?

Song Ci: ......

Tang Yanqi: A ham sausage as small as a dollar?

Song Ci: ......

Qin Song: It can't be a five-cent children's ham sausage, right?

Song Ci: !! Shut up! You are not allowed to slander my little monarch.

Mingjiang: Oh no. I have a hunch that our guess is right, and if it is wrong, I would have refuted it a long time ago: We are a little gentleman.

Wang Dynasty: Hey, it's really a person who can't be seen, and Mr. Ye, who has an aura of two meters eight...... I can't see it. Song Ci, promise me one thing, you must take Ye Junmo seriously, don't let him seduce my sister! Please.

Song Ci: ......!!! , you guys!

Song can't be angry.

His dear little gentleman was misunderstood.

And he ...... But he couldn't help his little gentleman to justify.

It's really.

Song Ci folded the bloodstained sheets neatly, called the customer service number, and asked the staff to change the sheets.

The hotel's cleaner came in with new sheets and looked at the bed......

"Huh? What about bed sheets? The cleaner asked Song Ci suspiciously.

"Ahem......" Song Ci coughed dryly and said, "Sheets...... I'll compensate for it as it is. ”

The cleaner glanced at Song Ci suspiciously.

"Let's change it." Song Ci said.

The cleaner is no longer pursuing the question of where the sheets go, this young man, who lives in the presidential suite for hundreds of thousands of nights, is naturally worthy of a single sheet. The cleaner changed the sheets, cleaned up by the way, and left.