In fact, she was completely overwhelmed, because the floor was covered with a high-grade Persian carpet, and she walked on it barefoot, and even if she walked normally, she would not make a sound at all.

Qiao Yue gently let go of the door and looked into the living room.

The living room was quiet, there was no one, Qiao Yue breathed a sigh of relief, and the heart she was carrying was put down.

As soon as her nerves relaxed, Qiao Yue felt an indescribable soreness and tiredness all over her body, her head was groggy, and her temples were jumping suddenly, as if she weighed a thousand pounds.

She was still wearing a bathrobe, so she had to change it out quickly and leave here as soon as possible, so she didn't know when Su Mingyuan would come back.

Qiao Yue forced her body and walked towards the bathroom.

However, when she saw the torn black dress hanging on the hanger, Qiao Yue's heart suddenly cooled.

How can you leave the hotel without clothes?

Qiao Yue picked up the underwear that was hanging aside, because there was a central air conditioner in the entire suite, and it was intelligently adjusted and opened 24 hours a day, so the underwear that was originally wet had been dried.

Qiao Yue took off her bathrobe, put on her underwear, and then put on her bathrobe again, turned around and went out, and walked towards the living room.

Now the only way is to call the front desk and ask the front desk to help bring a set of clothes.

An upscale private club like this, the service is so good that you can't imagine it, no matter what help you need, they are always available in the first place, such is the power of money.

Qiao Yue walked to the living room, sat down on the single sofa by the window, picked up the landline on the side and dialed it out.

Two seconds later, a sweet female voice rang on the phone.

"Hello, how can I help you."

Qiao Yue withdrew her gaze from the water droplets on the floor-to-ceiling window glass and whispered, "Please help me send a set of women's clothes in size S to room 1005." ”

Qiao Yue's voice was a little hoarse, her throat was astringent, with a thick nasal voice.

"What's your last name?"

Qiao Yue: "My name is Qiao Yue. ”

"Miss Joe, is she?" The front desk attendant's voice changed noticeably, and there was a feeling that he was waiting for her to call.

"Yes." Qiao Yue replied, and her intuition told her that the girl on the phone had something to tell her.

Sure enough, I heard her continue: "That's it, Miss Qiao, a guest put a bag of clothes with clothes on us, and told us to send it to you when we receive your call. ”

"What's his name?" Qiao Yue frowned, and Su Mingyuan's handsome face like ice suddenly appeared in her mind, but she immediately shook her head.

Guessing about her absurdity, Qiao Yue couldn't help but laugh at herself in her heart.

With her understanding of Su Mingyuan, it was impossible for him to do such a thing, besides, he hated himself so much, and he lost his temper so much last night, how could it be him.

"I'm sorry Miss Qiao, we just got the shift, so I don't know. I can call and help you ask my colleagues if you need it. The front desk said apologetically.

"No need." Qiao Yue said that she knew that the people who worked the night shift had already left work, and she didn't want to trouble them, and now that she had clothes to wear, it didn't matter who sent them.

"Then if it's convenient for you now, I'll ask someone to send it to you." The front desk said.

"Okay, thanks."

Qiao Yue hung up the phone, thinking about who the person who sent her clothes was.

I have to say that the work efficiency of the high-end private club is really high, and it was only two or three minutes after she hung up the phone that someone knocked on the door.

Qiao Yue retracted her thoughts and got up from the sofa.