Chapter 11: Old Scars
"No way!" Unexpectedly, Shen Ruoyuan rejected her in one bite.
"What?" Hao Xinqing sat up straight all of a sudden, clutching her suit tightly, and her eyes were staring at the vigilant cat-like look, "Why not?" ”
"I don't have the habit of carrying my ID with me." Shen Ruoyuan said casually, "I can't take you to a small hotel." ”
Hearing this, Hao Xinqing became anxious, "Then what should I do?" ”
She was almost sure that Shen Ruoyuan's next sentence would be: Then go to my house!
This man really still has bad intentions towards her!
Hao Xinqing's face instantly turned red and hot, and she couldn't tell whether she was more angry or shy.
"I, I'm not going to your house!" She blurted out without thinking.
"To my house?" Shen Ruoyuan's tone was surprised, and he quickly understood her thoughts, and smiled, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, and I don't have the habit of taking women home, including you, of course." ”
Hao Xinqing opened her mouth and choked on him again.
What does he mean is that she really wants to go home with him? And he doesn't like her at all?
Phew, what a face! This despicable and venomous man!
Even if you are very handsome, in good shape, and very rich, my sister is also a person who has just dumped her wealthy fiancé, can she take a fancy to you?
Hao Xinqing wanted to yell "stop, let me go" immediately, but the words rushed to her throat, and in the end, reason prevailed over backbone.
If she just gets off the bus like this, she will stop at the bustling street, and tomorrow, no, tonight, she will be able to swipe the social version of major websites!
Therefore, after gasping for a while, Hao Xinqing could only moan in a low voice, "Then, where are you going to take me......"
"Let's go to the hotel that the company has signed a contract with." Shen Ruoyuan smoothly hit the steering wheel and turned a fork in the road.
"Which hotel?"
"Shangri-La Hotel."
"Huh?" She was stunned again.
If memory serves, this is a five-star hotel, right?
What she originally thought was that she would live in a secluded small hotel and be seen by as few people as possible, and then borrow some money from this man to buy clothes to cover her body, and then go to Lin's house tomorrow to pick up her luggage.
However, once you enter the five-star hotel......
Hao Xinqing's mind has begun to imagine that in the magnificent, brightly lit, and crowded hotel lobby, she is wrapped in a men's suit, revealing a pair of big bare legs, and one foot is not wearing shoes, and she is carried into it by a big man......
Just thinking about it, she could experience the feeling of countless surprised glances, and the cold hairs stood up......
"Hey, Shen, Mr. Shen, is there any other way......" she almost begged him.
"Nope!" What can be obtained is another ruthless rejection.
Hao Xinqing leaned back in the chair and rolled her eyes weakly.
It is said that people are under the eaves and have to bow their heads, but now she is not just bowing her head, she is simply prostrate at the feet of this man!
In the rearview mirror, a smile appeared on Shen Ruoyuan's lips, and he seemed to be in a good mood.
The car stopped at the main entrance of Shangri-La Hotel.
The doorman was very familiar with this car, and hurriedly greeted him and opened the door for Shen Ruoyuan.
"Welcome, Mr. Shen." The doorman bowed respectfully to greet him.
"Tonight, my friend lives here." Shen Ruoyuan handed over the car keys and only said one word.
"Yes, yes, I'll notify the main station immediately." The doorman immediately used the walkie-talkie to contact, "Hey, the main station, Mr. Shen is going to use the presidential set on the eighteenth floor—ah?" ”
He was only halfway through speaking, but he got stuck, held the walkie-talkie, looked at Shen Ruoyuan in a daze, and fished out a disheveled woman from the back seat.