I, Mabel, finally want to say goodbye to being single!
As a good friend and childhood friend, Ling held a farewell single celebration party for me at the most exclusive hotel in the city. Naturally, the invitees were my group of friends.
To be honest, I have never set foot in such a top-notch hotel since I fell in love. The reality is that it’s not that I don’t want to go, or that I don’t have the money to go, but that I conceal my true identity from my boyfriend of five years.
My future husband came to the city from the countryside to work hard. Although he is now the vice president of a small real estate company and has a certain economic status, this kind of extravagant life in which one consumption costs half a month's salary is even a death penalty.
He, he won't go either. And I have always played a simple and simple role that only obeys him and takes his life. In his eyes, it is naturally impossible for me to have the ability to set foot in that kind of place.
In fact, it's because he doesn't know. It's not that I'm incapable. It's just that I want to wait until after we get married to give him a surprise. I just hope that he won't be angry when he hears it.
The hotel where Ling held my bachelor's farewell party has a department store on the first to fourth floors, a restaurant on the fifth and sixth floors, a hotel on the seventh to eighteenth floors, a karaoke hall on the nineteenth to twenty-third floors, and a three-story mezzanine on the top floor.
Structures, bars and dance halls for entertainment venues.
I was in a private room in the revolving hall with several women, and several women were fighting for the microphone. As the protagonist, I took a glass of champagne, leaned lazily on the sofa, and sucked gently.
Watching the group of sisters who had been growing up since childhood fighting for the microphone, I sighed and said softly: "Woman, I am the protagonist today, why are you just playing for yourself and leaving me aside!"
The scramble continued and no one paid any attention to me.
They went too far! Just when I was about to get angry, the door was pushed open with a bang, and that guy Ling ran in in a panic.
"Bao'er is not good, something is not good..."
Everyone turned to look at her. When Ling found out, he laughed a few times, then waved to them: "It's okay, it's okay, keep going, keep going."
They rolled their eyes at her, turned back, and continued the fight.
When no one noticed her, Ling ran to me, leaned into my ear and said mysteriously: "I saw your future husband outside."
I was stunned for a moment, then gave her a disapproving look and said, "Looking at the way your butt was burning, I thought something big had happened, but it turns out it was just my husband. It was really a big fuss."
Ling's eyes widened and he looked at me like you were an idiot and said: "Bao'er, have you forgotten where this place is? The most luxurious and top-notch hotel in City A cannot be afforded by ordinary people, let alone
It's your stingy husband."
Oh, yes, I suddenly understood, and then said to her: "Even if this is true, then you don't need to attack her personally."
"Personal attack?!" Ling yelled, her voice high-pitched and thin. She pulled on my clothes and began to sarcastically say: "Look at these clothes and this taste."
My body, which was originally sitting up straight, bent down after listening to her words.
Pull up your hair, "Look at this hair," it's more curvy.
Touching his face, "Look at this complexion, it looks so rough...the skin is so rough..."
I know that my image is very bad now. The clothes I wear are bought from street stalls, my hair is dry and yellow due to malnutrition, and my face is not maintained, it is thick and dry.
It’s not that I don’t take care of myself, but cosmetics are too expensive, and Feng’s petty attitude would definitely not allow me to spend money on maintenance, so I endured it for him.
But after I got married and confessed to him, I tried my best to change it, otherwise I would be sorry for being called a senior makeup artist.
"...Do you know that you are worse than that yellow-faced woman now?"
Ling was angry with me and refused to argue. I lowered my head with a guilty conscience and said, "It's none of his business. It's just that I can't bear it."
"I can't bear it!" Ling said sharply, as if she was afraid that the sound from the microphone would not be heard. Her almond-shaped eyes were wide and round. She said, "Do you know that all the money you saved and saved will go to your future husband?"
Use it to raise the vixen, do you know that he is drinking with the vixen outside right now."
I was stunned, and then said confidently: "You are wrong, maybe you are accompanying a client, and Feng will not do anything sorry for me."
"Am I wrong?" Ling sneered and dragged my hand, "Come on, follow me. I will take you to see what your dedicated future husband is doing."
"Ling, be gentle! Slow down!" Unexpectedly, Ling, who is usually gentle, can still be so courageous as a gangster boss when angry. I followed her and begged her pitifully. She didn't give me any dignity at all, and dragged me away.
The noisy private room suddenly fell silent after the two of us made a fuss. Everyone stared at us, looking like they were gossiping.
Ling turned his head and said to them coolly: "Just do whatever you need to do, and don't even think about following me. Otherwise, if I find out, don't blame me for being rude."
The underworld boss speaks differently, he is very authoritative. Unlike me, no one listens.
After listening to Ling's words, the good-natured woman sat back down and continued their fight over Mai Ba.
After leaving the private room, Ling took me to a place. From a distance, I saw Feng sitting on a bar chair. He usually had a serious, honest look, but now he became evil. There was a woman sitting next to him.
, the woman hooked her hand around his neck, and the button on the collar of the pink shirt he was wearing was loosened, exposing his collarbone. The woman stared at him eagerly, and would lower her head and rub there from time to time. The charming and charming smile on Feng's face was what I liked
I have never seen it before, but the woman next to him who was fussy and angry at him is something I have seen before. She is the daughter of the boss of Feng's company, Mei.
Seeing the two of them being so intimate, my heart suddenly clenched, and the scene in front of me suddenly became not so real.
Ling said bitterly: "Bao'er, do you want me to help you teach these bitches a lesson?"
"No!" Na Toufeng took out the money and paid the bill, took the room card handed to him by the bartender, and walked toward the elevator with Mei in his arms. I said to Ling without thinking, "Ling, I'm going to the bathroom.
Don't follow me." Then he walked towards the bathroom.
Ling knew my personality, so she sighed and turned back to the private room.
After Ling entered the private room, I walked out of the bathroom and walked towards the bar.
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I got No. 808 from the bartender.
I stood at the door with a livid face, ignoring other people's strange looks, and I didn't know how long I stood there.
I kept standing, and kept standing, until a vague groan came from inside, and then I slowly raised my hand and knocked on the door.
The moan inside stopped, and Feng asked displeasedly: "Who?"
I said coldly: "Room service."
"We didn't scream, there's no need!"
"Knock knock" I ignored.
"Damn it, didn't I tell you that I didn't hear you?"
"Knock, knock," I knocked tenaciously, and Feng inside was so annoyed that I couldn't stand it anymore. He cursed and kicked around in his slippers to open the door.
The door opened, and Feng's handsome face was revealed, covered with black clouds of interrupted dissatisfaction. However, when he saw me, he was stunned.
I looked at him with a sneer. His upper body was naked, with faint strawberry spots, and he was wearing a white bathrobe underneath.