Yang Ting drove Wenwan's car into the hotel parking lot and took the elevator to the guest room.
Wen Wan was so nervous that she couldn't breathe, and her body was tightly stretched into a line. Yang Ting felt quite uncomfortable and stretched out his hand to pull her.
Her hands were shaking slightly, and her palms were all sweaty.
Wen Wan shook off his hand like an electric shock, took a step back to distance herself, and glared at him warily.
"When he comes back, am I nothing?" Yang Ting was extremely uncomfortable.
Wen Wan glanced at him lightly and said nothing.
"..." That's right, he had no place in her heart. Now that Mo Fanrui is back, he doesn't even have a place in her heart.
The elevator stopped on the fifteenth floor of the hotel. Yang Ting stood in front of the door number 1309 and said coldly: "Are you sure you want to go in?"
Wen Wan took a deep breath and raised her hand in the air for a long time before knocking it down.
After knocking on the door a few times, a woman's voice came from the room, "Who is it?"
Wen Wan was startled, unable to recover.
Yang Ting glanced at her in shock and replied: "Hello, room service."
A young woman in a nightgown opened the door halfway and poked her head out. When she saw it was Yang Ting, she was so surprised that she couldn't close her mouth.
Yang Ting motioned her to stop talking with a look. The woman opened the door and walked out. Wen Wan stood in front of the door. She saw a man also wearing a white nightgown sitting up from the bed and starting to change clothes...
After hearing no movement for a while, the man asked: "Who is it?"
Wen Wan was in a trance and couldn't stand still. Yang Ting, who had sharp eyes and quick hands, helped her. Her chest hurt like a knife, and Wen Wan couldn't breathe. She pushed his hand away and walked in with heavy steps, closing the door smoothly.
superior.
"Boss." The young woman in a nightgown said hello to Yang Ting, with an uneasy smile, "Why are you here? Could it be that she is Mr. Xu's wife, who came here specifically to catch someone raping her?"
"Mr. Xu?" Yang Ting frowned, "Isn't his surname Mo?"
"I have inquired about everything you asked me to ask last night. His name is Xu Zimo, a Chinese from country B. He is the newly appointed CEO of HP China in China. He just returned to China half a month ago."
Yang Ting reached out and lifted her collar and took a look, "Did you do anything last night?"
The woman nodded, "There are six of us here, and there are two sisters in the next room. They probably haven't gotten up yet."
"You can leave first. You don't have to worry about what happened inside."
"But..." The woman wondered: "My clothes and bag are still inside."
Yang Ting handed over a card and said: "Go buy a decent set of clothes."
"Thank you, boss." The woman was ecstatic, took the card and left. Yang Ting has always been generous with his money, and it is estimated that the minimum number inside will be more than five figures.
Yang Ting leaned against the wall, took out a cigarette and lit it, and sighed heavily. That stupid woman said that men are virtuous, so what if they have a marriage certificate? She is so stupid!
Feeling a little irritable, Yang Ting suddenly realized that it might not be a good thing for men to be romantic. She must be sad, right?
For the first time, he felt that it was unfair to Wen Wan. If it were him, he... would make the stupid woman so sad.
...right? But it always feels weird.
After closing the room, Wen Wan approached him step by step. Xu Zimo seemed to realize something. He put on his shirt and turned around, seeing a woman with tears on her face.
"You..." Xu Zimo was quite angry, and subconsciously picked up the hotel's landline to complain. What kind of five-star hotel, the security measures are really rubbish.
As soon as he picked up the phone, Xu Zimo put it down again. The woman in front of him seemed familiar, as if he had seen her before somewhere.
"Mo Fanrui?" Wen Wan's lips were pale and bloodless.
"You..." Xu Zimo was a little stunned, and after a while he said: "Miss Wen?"
Her feet were shaking so much that Wen Wan walked towards him with difficulty, holding back her tears. She raised her head and asked in a trembling voice: "Excuse me, are you Mo Fanrui?"
Xu Zimo showed a faint smile and said, "You have recognized the wrong person. My name is Xu Zimo, not Mo Fanrui." She had called him that more than once.
"No." Wen Wan shook her head and stared at Xu Zimo, "You look exactly like him, with eyes, nose, mouth...how could you not be him?"
"Sorry, you really recognized the wrong person." Xu Zimo lowered his head and tied his tie, "I am not the person you are looking for." When a strange man and woman are having sex, each one is just a substitute for the other.
"No." Wen Wan grabbed his hand out of control and choked: "You are Mo Fanrui, you are him, but they must have done something to you, you don't recognize me anymore."
"Miss, can you calm down?" Xu Zimo was a little unhappy, "It's illegal for you to break into my room without permission. If you don't leave, I will call the security guard."
"I am Wen Wan, I am your bowl, why can't you remember me..." Wen Wan reached out and hugged him, crying sadly: "It has been five years, I have not forgotten you, why would you forget?
I?"
Xu Zimo has never been soft-hearted when it comes to women who pester them endlessly. This is not the first time for Wenwan, an actor, and it will never be the last. This reason is no longer new. If she wants to seduce a rich man, she should think
Something new and innovative.
Xu Zimo was not in the mood to spend time acting with the woman in front of him. Even though she was quite pretty, ML had feelings for her. However, he was never short of women, and his interest in women never lasted more than a week.
He picked up the wallet on the bedside, took out a stack of money and threw it on the bed. "If you think the money last time was not enough, adding this should be enough, right?"
Wen Wan stared blankly at the red banknotes scattered on the bed, unable to regain consciousness for a long time.
Xu Zimo was a little disgusted by her realistic acting and pushed her away from her arms. Wen Wan couldn't stand still and fell onto the bed covered with banknotes, feeling heartbroken and unable to breathe.
He picked up the landline and called the hotel customer service to complain.
Yang Ting kicked the door open, grabbed the phone from Xu Zimo's hand with a black face, and hung up with a bang.
"You've been with a few women, and you really think you're charming?" Yang Tinglen glared at him and dragged Wen Wan up from the bed, "He doesn't want you, I just want you, I have to beg someone who changes his mind in a low voice.
A man?"
Xu Zimo looked at the men and women in the room angrily, "You two, what are you going to do when you rush into my room? I've already given you the money, you can go."
Yang Ting raised his fist directly towards Xu Zimo, "Who cares about your dirty money?"
Xu Zimo received a heavy punch on the cheek, and blood poured out of his mouth.
However, he was also a skilled practitioner, so the two men fought together, and it was hard to tell the winner for a while.
Wen Wan was anxious and hurriedly moved forward to pull them away, "Stop fighting, stop fighting..."