At the entrance of the Kristen Hotel, he was wearing a white T-shirt and ripped jeans, and was incompatible with the guests who were constantly entering and exiting the rotating glass door.

However, no matter how incompatible it is, it will not affect the beauty of the annual rings at all.

The morning wind blew, and it slightly blew, drifting the hair of the annual rings. Her white fingers pulled her long hair behind her ears, and it turned out to be a beautiful scenery.

The parking guy looked at the hotel door and was a little confused.

It happened that the annual rings turned around and saw the parking guy, and he showed a smile, his eyes were like water, as white as the only moonlight in the silent night.

"Miss, do you need me to call a taxi for you?" Looking at the charming smiley face of the rings, the young man hurriedly asked.

Nian Ling glanced at his dressing, but unexpectedly, the young man was not a snob. He waved his hand: "No, no, I'm waiting for my friend, thank you."

By the way, she smiled slightly again.

Then, the young man looked at her with a blushing face for a few seconds, and then gave himself a big slap.

“!!!”

The annual ring was stunned and was so scared that he moved out quickly, leaving the young man's sight that might have gone crazy.

At this time, the hotel lobby manager walked up to him, his eyes on the face of the guy with a slap, and stopped in shock: "What were you doing just now?"

"I accidentally became lustful and slapped myself to wake up."

"Good fight." The manager savored the boy's consciousness, then moved his gaze to the distant annual rings, frowned, "Who is she? Why did she appear in the hotel in such a dress? Although it is indeed..."

As he spoke, the manager's eyes fell on the beautiful shadow of the annual rings, and he paused...

Because at the beginning, the annual rings were not very attractive, but, take a closer look... Damn! Where did this immortal come out?

Suddenly, the young man reached out and covered the manager's eyes: "Manager, don't look, she was brought back by the noble man on the top floor. Do you want to die?"

The manager's face suddenly turned pale and he moved his eyes to the young man: "Who? Are you talking about Master Qi?"

"Not... I saw it with my own eyes last night that Master Qi came back with her in his arms."

As soon as the words fell...

"Bang!" The manager slapped himself decisively.

The annual rings in the distance heard a crisp sound, turned their heads and looked at the red side faces of the manager and the young man, so scared that they ran a few more steps.

Mom! Are all the people in this hotel crazy?!

...

At the same time, the manager and the guy continued to talk, and the guy asked: "By the way, manager, I have never understood why Mingming's surname is Jin, so why is he called Meng Qiye?"

"Haha, you're asking the right person. Only our hotel that has been receiving him all year round can we know his identity clearly."

As he said that, the manager explained in a mysterious way: "Because... there are seven most unprovoked people in this world-class Dreamwood. Seven of them are ruled by Dreamwood like emperors and are called the "Seven Emperors". However, because they are too big, no one dares to rank them. Therefore, by age, the top floor person is the youngest among the seven people, and becomes Dream Laoqi. Dream, which refers to Dreamwood."

While talking...

A girl with a big red helmet and hat rode a motorcycle to the red carpet where the hotel's high-end luxury car was off the passenger room, and said, "I'm going! Annual rings, I thought you were joking? Have you really lost the Christine Hotel?"

"Shh!" Before Qingning could finish the quarrel, Nian Ling covered Qingning's mouth.

Looking back, the manager and the guy looked at her in unison, with a lot of content in their eyes...

Nian Rings twitched the corner of his mouth and climbed into the back seat of Qingning Dian Motorcycle: "** is not something to be proud of, can you not show off?"

"I don't think you think there is anything wrong with it?" Qing Ning immediately started the electric motorcycle and avoided the two of them's sight.

"That's because I've lost it, and it's no surprise if I lose it again."

Nian Ring responded calmly, but felt Qingning step on the brakes: "What? This is your second crime?"

"No, it's the eighth time..." Nian Ling hit Qingning's back and rubbed her head.
Chapter completed!