[Rong Qian: Madam, the Boss has seen your artificial videos and beautiful screenshots. Also, the room number is 6901.]
What the hell is a fake video?
What are beautiful screenshots?
The words were unclear, but Ye Wan knew that Lu Changchuan had come to Los Angeles.
And I'm in this hotel right now.
Too busy to think about him.
After recording the show, I returned to the hotel and had time to miss him, but I couldn’t contact him without a mobile phone.
Now that she knew he was coming, Ye Wan suddenly felt her heartbeat speed up, and even the blood flowing through her atrium seemed to be hot.
In room 6901, Lu Changchuan was sitting behind the desk reading files on the computer.
This is what we will discuss tomorrow when we meet with President Johnson of AM Group.
A heart seems to be split in two.
Half of the negotiations are rehearsing tomorrow's meeting.
Half of me is paying attention to the night outside the window, hoping to come back soon.
When the doorbell rang, Lu Changchuan came back to his senses and subconsciously picked up his phone and took a look.
There was no notification from Rong Qian that he had ordered a meal for him.
As for Wanwan, that's even more impossible.
During the recording, their mobile phones and communication tools were handed over to the program staff for safekeeping.
Lu Changchuan stood up and walked to the door and turned on the video doorbell.
The picture was completely dark, as if it was blocked by something.
Ding dong.
Ding dong ding dong.
As if urging, the doorbell rang again.
"who?"
Strange territory, blocked doorbell.
Lu Changchuan asked alertly.
The female voice outside the door spoke in standard American English, "Sir, Mr. Rong Qian has taken your order."
The other party said Rong Qian's name.
And the pronunciation of the accent is precise.
Lu Changchuan opened the door.
The next moment, a black shadow rushed forward.
He waved his hand out subconsciously, but pulled it back when he met those cunning eyes.
Just in time to support Ye Wan who jumped into his arms.
The girl's kiss then fell.
The door closed, and a fiery atmosphere followed.
When he reached out to pull off her clothes, he felt her slightly damp back.
Lu Changchuan kissed her tenderly and reached out to touch her hair.
My hair is also a little wet.
Thinking of the rain outside, Lu Changchuan panted with restraint and let go of her, "I'll give you some water. You can take a good soak to avoid catching a cold tomorrow..."
I want to say I'm fine.
I still want to say, you didn’t say it, is it better to say goodbye than a new marriage?
When the words came to his lips, he met the man's forbearing but deep eyes.
In Ye Wan's mind, Rong Qian's WeChat message with a hint of reminder appeared out of nowhere.
Suddenly, I seemed to understand what a fake video was.
And, what is so beautiful about beautiful screenshots?
Since she was so eager to throw herself into his arms, he must have thought that she was eager to use a honey trap and try to turn a big deal into a trivial matter, right?
"oh."
Ye Wan nodded, turned and entered the bathroom.
The sound of rushing water sounded. Lu Changchuan took a deep breath and went to sit at the desk.
But no matter how focused he was, the English words in the contract on the screen seemed to turn into break-dancing letters in an instant, holding hands and spinning in circles.
After a long while, Lu Changchuan closed the computer with a snap.
The whirring sound of the hair dryer in the bathroom happened to stop.
"husband……"
The girl's voice came from the direction of the bathroom door, "I didn't bring a change of clothes, please hand me some clothes!"
The wardrobe in the room contains silk nightgowns provided by the hotel for suite guests.
But Lu Changchuan didn't want Ye Wan to wear those.
He just took a white shirt from the suitcase and gave it to her.
I thought she would come out after getting dressed.
But almost as soon as Lu Changchuan turned around and took a few steps, the bathroom door opened.
Turning around and taking a look, Lu Changchuan's breathing suddenly dropped.