After the two bought their things, they went back to the hotel, and Qi Ling called Xiaomi and asked Xiaomi to help.

When Xiaomi came down, he knew why Qi Ling's tone was so complaining when he called him. No way, I've already come down.

Looking at the clothes that covered the back seat, Xiaomi twitched the corners of his mouth and picked it up, although there were three people, everyone still took it full. The resentment on the body of the flower holding the clothes is going to materialize, and they all said not to buy too much, they were tired when they tried it on, and now they have to hold it, and the grievances of the two people who are about to materialize are about to be materialized, and Xiaomi silently stayed away from them.

After arriving at the room, Hua Li threw his clothes directly on the sofa, jumped up on the bed next to the sofa, and fell on the bed with a "snap".

Qi Ling, who entered the door at the back, saw his artist lying on the bed with a snap, and threw the things in his hand to the side in fright, so he quickly walked over and turned over Hua Li, who was lying motionless on the bed, and said: "Don't be so imageless, just lying down straight, scared me to death, I thought you were going to be disfigured." ”

Hua Li looked at Qi Ling, who had turned himself over, while sorting out the clothes he had just thrown on the sofa, and sorting them out and hanging them in the cabinet in the room, thinking to himself, I really didn't make a mistake in looking for this agent at that time. After sighing, he rolled on the bed, wrapped himself like a silkworm chrysalis and planned to sleep, regardless of whether there were people in his room.

And a certain agent who was sorting out Huali's clothes didn't hear someone's reply and looked back, and found that his agent had fallen asleep like a silkworm chrysalis, so he had to smile helplessly, and he was still a child, he made a plane, went to buy clothes, and was tired of shopping, so he didn't wake up Huali, and even let the millet who came in behind move a little lighter.

After tidying up the clothes, I took out all the cosmetics and skin care products and masks I bought and put them on the table. I thought that I must ask my little ancestor to post one before dinner, and another one before going to bed at night. Old Mother Qi, who couldn't let Hua Li's acne affect her image because of today's hot pot, returned to her room melancholy, planning to clean up.

Qi Ling, who had packed up, looked at the time, and there were still two hours before five o'clock in the afternoon, so he lay down under the quilt and planned to sleep.

Time: 5:10 p.m., Location: Room 3021, the unhappy Hua Li had a mask forced by a broker on his face, and he was full of resentment.

And a certain agent who was staying on the side to find clothes for his artists to wear tonight deeply felt that his little ancestor was too easy to get angry, and look, this day is over, and his whole body exudes physical resentment.

Hua Li, who was sitting on the sofa and holding his legs, thought about it Ten minutes ago, an agent dragged himself who had just gotten up to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth, and then forced himself to put on the mask on his face. It is said that another one will be applied later.

Knowing that it was useless to refute, Hua Li could only vent his dissatisfaction with a complaining atmosphere, and said that he would not have acne, but he didn't believe it.

Hua Li, who was bored to a certain extent, could only look at the barrage in front of him that only he could see.

And Hua Li, who just glanced at the barrage, regretted it, because it was a little funny, Hua Li accidentally laughed.

And this is not small, it was heard by Mrs. Qi, and then it was a broken thought, helping Hua Li to sort out the mask on her face: "You can't laugh when you put on the mask, you will have wrinkles, and if you have wrinkles, it will not look good." ”