Cheng Qinglian's breath paused, and his eyelids subconsciously fell when Qin Yinan met her eyes.

In order to ensure the quality of service, Cheng Qinglian tried his best to ignore the feeling of soreness in his chest, adjusted his mood as quickly as possible, lifted his eyelids, and greeted Qin Yinan politely and politely: "Hello, sir." ”

She didn't call Mr. Qin.

He said he didn't want anything to do with her.

He wasn't staying at the Four Seasons tonight, and she didn't have any information about him here, so she chose the most conservative title, sir.

Qin Yinan didn't react to her in the slightest, and before she could even finish speaking, he turned his gaze away lightly and talked to Mr. Smith.

He looked like she was an inconsequential person throughout.

But yes, she is indeed an insignificant person to him.

During working hours, Cheng Qingnan didn't have much time to alleviate the sadness in her heart and the impact of a sudden encounter, she did her best to let herself ignore Qin Yinan, turned around, took a calm step, and led Mr. Smith and Qin Yinan to the VIP elevator.

Stepping into the elevator, Cheng Qingliang swiped the card and pressed the number on the top floor.

On the way up the elevator, Qin Yinan and Mr. Smith had been talking, Cheng Qingliang, raising the corners of his lips, like a wooden man, standing at the foot of the elevator in a regular manner, without saying a word.

Arriving at the top floor, the elevator door opened, Cheng Qinglian took another gesture of please, and waited until Mr. Smith and Qin Yinan walked out of the elevator, she followed out, and then overtook them, walked to room 1111, swiped the room card, pushed the door open, and invited them in.

Cheng Qinglian stood at the door, did not leave in a hurry, and asked politely: "Mr. Smith, do you need something to drink?" ”

Mr. Smith shook his head, pointed to the bathroom, said that he wanted to take a shower first, and then glanced at Qin Yinan, probably thinking that he would have to wait for himself, so he asked, "Mr. Qin, do you want something to drink?" ”

Qin Yinan glanced in the direction of Cheng Qingliang Station, but the words in his mouth were returned to Mr. Smith: "Coffee." ”

Mr. Smith turned his head and said to Cheng Qingliang: "Have a cup of coffee, thank you." ”

Cheng Qingliang smiled and said, "Okay." ”

As she was about to pull the door and leave, Mr. Smith stopped her, "Oh, forget, help me get my supper." ”

"Yes, Mr. Smith." Cheng Qingliang hurriedly walked into the room, took the menu on the desk, and handed it to Mr. Smith: "May I ask Mr. Smith, what do you want to eat?" ”

Mr. Smith took a brief look at the menu, put it down, and while returning to the green onion question, he opened the cabinet and came out with a pair of slippers: "Set B." ”

"Yes, Mr. Smith." After a pause, Cheng Qinglian asked again: "Can I use it in the room for supper, or go to the restaurant?" ”

As he spoke, Cheng Qinglian took the slippers from Mr. Smith's hand, helped unpack the plastic bag outside, and neatly placed the slippers in front of Smith's feet.

Leaning on the table, standing not far away from Qin Yinan, looking at Cheng Qinglian's respectful appearance, his eyebrows frowned slightly.

"Restaurant."

"Alright, Mr. Smith, it's time for supper, I'll send someone to call you."

As Cheng Qingliang stood up, Qin Yinan casually turned his head and looked out the window.