In the Presidential Suite on the top floor of the hotel.

The battlefield was transferred from the glass curtain wall to the suite bedroom, and the man always protected her wounds, gently and gently, not lightly or severely.

Late at night.

The moonlight poured into the bedroom, the oversized double bed, and the man's slender fingers tapped on her smooth and white shoulder, seeing that she was tossing and turning, and sleeping soundly.

Picked her up, took her into the bathroom, washed her up, and hugged her back.

Fingertips traced her reddened brows, thin lips falling gently on her eyes.

The girl murmured, as if dissatisfied with being disturbed, and turned over, leaving his bare back to him.

He reached out and gently wrapped his arms around her behind her, his thin lips falling on her back as his face lowered, and he murmured, "You belong to me at night." ”

*

The next day, I was woken up by the alarm clock on my mobile phone in the middle of the night.

Before she got up, the man had already ordered the catering department to bring breakfast to the living room.

At night, I glanced at my phone, there was a message on it, I clicked on it, and it was sent by Bo Qiyan.

[Company impromptu meeting, after breakfast, the driver is waiting for you downstairs. 】

At night, he blinked, got out of bed, and went into the bathroom to take a simple shower.

When he came out, his long black curls were half-dry, he walked to the bar in a bathrobe, poured a cup of coffee and walked to the dining car.

After breakfast, she changed into a pair of casual jeans and a simple T-shirt, turned on her phone to look at the weather forecast, the temperature was slightly cool in the morning, added a cotton cardigan, and put on white sneakers.

In front of the mirror, he combed his long black curly hair into a simple ponytail, put on a black baseball cap, and carried a large canvas bag, and went out.

The room card is casually stuffed into the wallet and thrown into the bag.

Walking into the elevator, when the elevator door was about to close, a woman's hand blocked the door and walked in.

When she saw that it was her, the woman with her neat short hair was stunned at first, and then frowned.

Night time glanced at her, young and beautiful face turned to the elevator screen, watching the numbers change, expressionless.

The woman was silent for a moment and looked at her sideways, "What is your relationship with Mr. Bo?" ”

Yezi raised an eyebrow, glanced at her, turned his face and continued to look at the numbers, not paying attention to her.

The woman was wearing a burgundy suit, and when she saw that she didn't speak, she frowned, and said lightly, "Bo always has a girlfriend, and he divorced the Tang family because of his girlfriend, I advise you not to be a third party." ”

Yezi turned pale and frowned.

Why did everyone come to her for justice as a matter of course.

Seeing that she didn't answer, the woman passed over with high heels slightly, stood and looked her up and down, hugged her arms and said lightly,

"You should be a student at school, isn't it a female anchor? Mr. Bo's girlfriend is a star, so she didn't make it public because it was inconvenient, so you'd better not try to challenge her status. ”

Star?

She glanced at the woman and smiled faintly, "So, who are you?" ”

The woman frowned, looking at her contemptuous attitude, "I'm the general manager of the hotel, I've already looked at your opening record, you didn't register with your ID card, and you lived in Mr. Bo's suite, think about it, you were recruited." ”

Recruited.

At night, I thought lightly, this woman wanted to say that she was a prostitute, and she was recruited as a prostitute.

"A thin suite?" She asked.

"Mr. Bo's suite was only lived in when her girlfriend came," the woman frowned, "I see that you are young and beautiful, so I advise you, it's best not to mess with Mr. Bo's girlfriend, she is angry, she just touches Mr. Bo's scales." ”