The sky was overcast.

Grandpa was right, it does rain.

During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

Just when Nan Ying and Jin Chen arrived at Kingfisher Hot Spring Hotel, the rain that had been brewing for a long time finally poured down.

Standing in front of the hotel gate, Nan Ying stretched out her hand to catch the rain, looking a little dazed.

Jin Chen looked at her with a distressed expression, and patted her on the shoulder gently, "Fool, you still have me, I won't let you be alone." ”

When Nan Ying turned around, she took away the grimace on her face and showed a reluctant smile.

The two of them clasped their fingers together and walked to the front desk.

"I'm Jin Chen, I'm here to pick up the house."

The front desk lady saw that the man in front of her was dignified and imposing, and she was so shocked that the deer crashed. I just wanted to say something, but I was robbed by the lobby manager next to me.

"Mr. Jin, the presidential suite is ready, 8808, when you finish checking in, I'll ask the waiter to take you up."

Jin Chen nodded, there was no superfluous expression on his face.

Nan Ying thought for a moment and said timidly, "Is there a standard room?" ”

The front desk lady seized the opportunity to "have ......"

The lobby manager smiled sleekly, "There was originally one, but it was booked before you came in." Miss, these two days are the Qingming holiday, and there are many people who come to vacation, so I am really sorry that there is no existing house. ”

"That'...... Okay. ”

Nan Ying reluctantly responded to it.

However, the presidential suite should be very large, so spacious that there is always only one bed.

After completing the formalities, Jin Chen and Nan Ying followed the waiter and slowly went upstairs.

The front desk lady was puzzled, and boldly asked the lobby manager, "Manager, there is still a room, why don't you open one more, can't you earn more performance?" ”

The manager knocked on their heads unceremoniously, "What do you earn, if you say one more word just now, I will keep the fired squid." ”

"Ah-Mr. Jin doesn't look like a person who has no money, he can even afford to book a presidential suite, so he won't be stingy with a standard room."

Hearing this, the manager was so angry that he vomited blood, "It's not a matter of money or not!" Forget it, rotten wood can't be carved, you deserve to be the front desk for a few years. ”

In the bathroom, Jin Chen was showering.

As soon as the TV series ended, Nan Ying casually switched the station and accidentally watched a timely news.

"Pingyuan City suddenly rained heavily during the Qingming Festival, and as of 9 o'clock in the evening, there were different degrees of water accumulation on the major streets. On the road towards Rongcheng, there were also serious landslides and landslides. Currently, the highway has been closed. The heavy rain is still continuing, and the trend is expected to weaken until tomorrow afternoon, so please reduce the number of people going out......"

Nan Ying slumped on the sofa, feeling a little depressed.

If you can't get back to Rongcheng tomorrow, won't you have to ask for leave?

She no longer has accumulated the number of hours off, and if she asks for leave, the full attendance of 200 will be wasted.

Thinking of something, her fingers immediately dialed a long list of numbers.

"Grandpa, Pingyuan is also raining, is it raining heavily over there?"

"It's quite big, but Xiao Li has prepared a lot of dry goods, even if there is a water and power outage, it won't be in the way."

When Nan Ying heard this, she found that something was wrong, "Grandpa, what Xiao Li, is it difficult, are you going home?" ”

"Yes, I was supposed to go on vacation to the countryside, but those people saw that the sky was not right, so they canceled the plan. So, I rushed back to Banyan City. Grandpa, I was lucky, when I got home, it rained heavily. ”

Hearing this explanation, Nan Ying couldn't help but roll her eyes, "Grandpa, you don't have any conspiracy, right?" ”