Fu Shijin really didn't want to cry because of Xi Yanhe's scumbag, but she couldn't hold back her emotions, and when she eased up, she hated herself again.

She pulled out a wet towel and wiped her entire face.

Thinking of the experience during this time, she still wanted to cry, she tried to endure it, pulled her suitcase to the bathroom, washed her face vigorously, took out makeup tools, and put on makeup on herself.

Recently, she has been exhausted and running around, just wanting to get back to Chuxin Studio, where is she in the mood to put on makeup.

She faces the sky every day, and today, in order to cover her crying red eyes and her pale face, she put on makeup.

After looking in the mirror, barely enough to make it clear that she had cried, she put away her makeup and tried to smile in the mirror.

As a result, the way I laughed was terrifying.

Fu Shijin stopped smiling, pulled up his suitcase, and walked out the door.

Even if Xi Yanhe has the ability to go to the sky, it is impossible to contact all the hotels in Sichuan City, he wants to see her sleep on the road, he doesn't want to!

The hotels that Fu Shijin came to ask belonged to the middle and high-end, she didn't want to live if it was too low, and she couldn't afford to live in it no matter how high it was, however, because these hotels were all mid-to-high-end, this gave Xi Yanhe the opportunity to stretch out his hand.

With Xi Yanhe's current strength, he can indeed make these mid-to-high-end hotels not accept him with a phone call.

It's not that these hotels are Xi Yanhe's, but he has been immersed in the mall for many years, and now he has swallowed the entire Fu family, and his power is huge, maybe it has something to do with the CEOs of these hotels.

Since they are related, it won't be anything for them to help each other.

But only in the mid-to-high-end hotels.

No matter how low Xi Yanhe is, she can't lower her status, or, in order to give her the hardest blow, Xi Yanhe can also lower her status, so she plans to go to a higher hotel to live.

And those higher hotels are either owned by Lu's, Shi's, or Huo's.

Among the three hotels, Xi Yanhe couldn't reach out.

Fu Shijin inhaled, and when she walked out with her suitcase, she thought that the hotel that Lu Jindong took her to last time seemed to be owned by the Lu family, called the Imperial Court Hotel Chain.

It seems to be on Sanming Road.

Fu Shijin took out his mobile phone and looked for it in the navigation.

After finding the hotel, she put away her phone and went out to take a taxi.

Out of the hotel gate, a huge cold wind blew, Fu Shijin forgot to wear a down jacket, she let go of the suitcase and wanted to wear a down jacket, only to find that the down jacket was not there.

She thought about it, and seemed to have forgotten about that corner.

She shivered coldly, and immediately carried her suitcase into the hotel to look for her down jacket, but as soon as she turned around, a thick coat came down.

The coat was warm and smelled of a man's tobacco, covering her whole body.

Before she could react, the whole person was hugged into a hearth-like embrace.

The hand that was clutching the suitcase was held down by the man, wrapped, picked up, and stuffed into that thick coat.

The man's voice sounded above his head: "Fu Shijin." ”

As soon as he heard this voice, Fu Shijin knew who it was.

Fu Shijin's whole person was covered in his coat, his face could not be revealed, and only his voice came over in a chaotic voice: "Mr. Lu, is it you?" ”

Lu Jindong said: "It's not me, who do you hope for?" ”

He picked up her suitcase and put his arm around her with one hand, but he was also relaxed, and when he got to his car, he first pushed Fu Shijin into the car and closed the door, and then went to place her suitcase with his own hands.

Then he came and instead of getting into the cab, he opened the door to the rear seat.

The door closed again, and he looked at the woman who had pulled down her coat.

She looked at him with big beautiful eyes, a little dazed.

Lu Jindong looked at her face and asked, "Makeup?" ”

Fu Shijin's inner mood was still wet and sad, she pursed her lips, didn't speak, her eyelashes drooped, hiding the tears that were about to flood out of her eyes, and hummed lowly.