"Pei Shao!?"

The foreman's mouth was wide open in shock, and he glared at the manager in disbelief.

"Is that Kyoto Pei Shao? Be...... Is it Pei Shao? ”

Everyone doesn't know how to describe their feelings, oh my God, Pei Shao, that's ...... Pei Shao.

"Nonsense, how many Pei Shao are there in this world? It all cheered me up. ”

As he spoke, he saw a black limited edition Rolls-Royce speeding by.

"Squeak—"

The loud sound of brakes shook the sky, and the car came to a steady stop, and the door was really facing the door of the hotel.

The suffocating pressure emanated from the car, and everyone lowered their heads and held their breath.

At this moment, it seemed that they had forgotten how to breathe, and everyone stood there in a regular manner, motionless.

The black customized leather shoes in his hands were the first to stretch out of the car door, which was actually Pei Muchen's whole person

He stepped out and reached out to unbutton his shirt because he was driving.

The black handmade tailored suit is even more mysterious in the night, although it is transparent, but it makes people feel gloomy.

Pei Muchen glanced at everyone standing here, and his gaze stopped at the manager.

"Where is she?"

As if from a voice from nine days away, the manager shuddered and immediately stepped forward.

"Back to the president, in the No. 1 private room."

In the Imperial Dynasty, the lowest-level private rooms have no name, only serial numbers.

The No. 1 private room, obviously, the minimum consumption of this private room is the lowest among all the private rooms in the entire dynasty.

After the manager said it, he felt a little inappropriate, and he almost wanted to slap himself.

He should have arranged Mrs. Pei in another private room before, why didn't he do it?

"Private room No. 1?"

Obviously, Pei Muchen was also stunned for a moment, frowning slightly.

Why does he always feel that Zhong Yinian should be unhappy now?

"Yes...... Yes. ”

The manager lowered his head, for fear that the president's next sentence would be, you settle the bill and get out.

"Yes."

There was no emotion, and his voice was low, and he felt that it was his hallucination.

By the time he reacted, Pei Muchen had already walked into the hotel.

This, after all, is still a mystery in the end.

The manager often wonders, what did Pei Muchen mean at that time?

Is it really um, or is it his own hallucination.

Of course, no one answered this for him.

Inside the No. 1 private room, there was silence, and everyone was frozen there, motionless.

Obviously, they just added up everyone's money, and it was not enough to pay for this side of the money.

No, to be precise, it should be their money, and even the money for the afternoon KTV is not enough to pay.

Not to mention tonight's lavish feast.

It's rare to see such a sumptuous dish in a private room without a name.

Pei Muchen kept walking forward, and the manager immediately walked in front of her, reaching out to help him push open the door of the No. 1 private room.

The door creaked, with a thick smell, and several men appeared in the doorway.

The first thing you can see is not the manager who stands at the front and is submissive, but the man in the suit who is hugged in the middle and doesn't say a word.

The man is dressed in a black suit, his hair is meticulously combed, and his face is well-defined, which is a typical successful person.

However, the more such a person, the higher he stands, the heavier the aura on his body.

Even if they wear ordinary clothes and then throw them into the vast sea of people, this kind of person will be found out as soon as possible.

This is probably the rumored temperament.