Chapter 15: Hypocritical Vomiting

Ye Yan looked down at her watch, it was already ten o'clock at night, the hospital called, asking her to come before twelve o'clock to pick up her mother from the hospital, if she couldn't find Feng Ye again, her mother would be kicked out of the hospital, and she would lose the maintenance treatment of the hospital, in case her condition deteriorated again, her mother would not want to recover.

He didn't mean to avoid her and make things difficult for her.

Ye Yan can be regarded as seeing through it, he is a man who will repay him.

The mobile phone rang, looking at the call reminder, it was from the hospital again.

Wait, cell phones.

The unfamiliar number she didn't store that day.

Ye Yan tried to dial it out.

Silently in your heart, answer the phone, answer the phone, be sure to answer the phone.

Maybe God heard her prayers.

The phone rang three times and it went through, but no one spoke.

Ye Yan bit her lip, smiled loudly, and said as gently as possible, "Feng Shao, I'm Ye Yan." ”

After speaking, he exhaled and pinched his earlobe.

This tone really made her goosebumps fall to the ground.

She never thought that she could have such a hypocritical day, hypocritically wanting to vomit.

There was a brief silence over there, and a cold voice came out, "I don't know. ”

I don't know!

What's the trouble he has again?

Tossing so much, isn't it just for her to beg him?

Now that he doesn't know what he says, what kind of trouble is he going to make?

Ye Yan was angry and wanted to drop the phone again, took a breath hard, stabilized her emotions, and was about to speak again, when Feng Ye's dark and cold voice came out, "Now, come to the cloud club immediately." ”

A clubhouse in the clouds?

Go, go, go, she'll go now.

"How do I get in?" Before Ye Yan finished asking, there was a busy tone on the phone.

Your uncle, why are you in such a hurry to hang up the phone.

Forget it, let's go ahead and talk about it first.

Didn't that waiter know that she knew Feng Shao? Maybe I'm lucky, but this time the waiter didn't say a word and let her in.

As it turned out, Ye Yan's luck was not very good.

The waiter has changed shifts and left work, and now this, it's just a sentence, you can't enter without a VIP card.

No matter what she said, she knew Feng Ye, Feng Ye asked her to come, and the waiter just didn't let her in.

Ye Yan had no choice but to take out her mobile phone and dial the phone again, and this time the phone rang and it was connected.

"I'm at the door of the Cloud Clubhouse, but I can't get in."

The phone was hung up, what does it mean to this person?

Ye Yan stared at the phone for three minutes, neurotic, don't say a word, what do you want?

I really want to go, I really want to go.

Taking a deep breath, Ye Yan was about to call again, when a woman came out of the door, with a sign of "Lobby Manager" on her chest, and asked with the most standard smile, "Are you Ye Yan?" ”

Looking for her?

"I am. How? Ye Yan was a little confused.

"Feng Shao is waiting for you, please come with me." The hall manager politely led her in.

Feng Ye asked him to come.

Since you want to send someone to pick her up, say on the phone that you can die?

Ye Yan followed the lobby manager all the way in, enjoying the exclusive VIP passage and leading to the top floor, the most luxurious VIP room.

When she got around the corner, the lobby manager's smile was retracted, and he looked her up and down with a prickly gaze.

Ye Yan, who was watching, felt a chill all over her body, "You ......"

The lobby manager clasped his hands to his chest and said mockingly, "With a face like yours with little soup and little water, you can also enter Feng Shao's eyes?" Little girl, your skills are not small. However, don't get complacent too early, a man like Feng Shao will probably get tired of you in a few days. ”

Ye Yan understands that this lobby manager likes Feng Ye and is Feng Ye's fan sister, and he cuts her down as a rival in love with a knife.

Proud?

She has something to be proud of.

It's too late to cry.