At five minutes to half past seven, Madoka rang the doorbell of the presidential suite on the top floor.
"Ding dong——"
The doorbell only rang once and then the door opened.
The person who opened the door was the prince's attendant, "Miss Zhen, please come in."
"Thank you." She bowed politely and walked in.
The carpet in the room is so soft that there is no sound at all when you step on it with your heels.
She took a few steps forward and arrived at the living room area.
"Xiaoyuan, you're here, please take a seat." Prince Qatar has already arrived, and even tea is ready, as if he has been waiting for a long time.
"No, no, Your Highness, you're welcome." Xiao Yuan declined quickly.
She subconsciously glanced at the sofa. Why haven't her mentor and senior brother arrived yet?
The prince smiled slightly, waved his hand to ask the attendant to step back, then looked at her and said calmly, "Actually, my appointment with Paul and George is at eight o'clock, and my appointment with you is at seven-thirty."
Madoka opened her eyes wide in surprise, "Why, why?"
"Because I want to talk to you more, not about business, but about heart to heart like friends." The prince made no secret of his intention to make friends with her.
Madoka couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Although she was not very smart, she was not that stupid. The prince's intention to pursue her had been obvious before. He even wanted to lend her the royal makeup artist for the graduation show.
However, although the kindness was difficult to refuse, she still refused because it was impossible for her to accept him, or in other words, it was impossible for her to accept any man except brother Wuyou.
Her heart was very small and was already fully occupied by that person. She could never forget him, so there was no way she could accommodate anyone else in her heart.
"Your Highness, I know you like Chinese culture very much, but I don't know much about it, so if you want to know more about it, I'm afraid I can't do anything..." She refused as tactfully as possible. Just because someone has a good impression of her doesn't mean that
He is a bad guy, and he is a prince. They will cooperate in the future, so she can't be too direct.
However, her refusal should have been obvious.
The prince's eyes flashed with disappointment, "You sit down first."
She couldn't help but refuse even this, so she gently sat on the sofa opposite him, her posture a little stiff.
"Do you drink tea or eat fruit? These are all fresh..."
"No, thank you, I'm not used to eating too much at night." She replied cautiously. In her heart, she only hoped that time would pass faster and Paul and George would come over soon.
Because she really didn't know how to face this situation. She was not good at communication to begin with, let alone facing someone who obviously wanted to pursue her and whom she would never agree to.
She bit her lip subconsciously, feeling extremely regretful that she should have knocked on Paul and George's door first and then come with them.
The reason why he didn't go was because Paul had said before that he wanted her to be more independent in everything, and he hoped that she could be on her own as soon as possible.
She had always listened to Paul's words, but this time, she really regretted it.
She secretly glanced at her watch. Oh my God, five minutes hadn't even passed! Then wouldn't she have to sit here for a long time?
Prince Qatar couldn't help but feel anxious when he saw her looking like she wanted to run away. He had heard someone say before that Chinese girls are more reserved, so he never dared to be too aggressive, but after so long,
, there was still no progress at all, so he had to hurry up.
"Madoka, actually I already..." a long time ago
The word "like" was interrupted by the "ding dong" sound of the doorbell.
The prince frowned in annoyance, but Madoka breathed a sigh of relief.
In any case, he hadn't officially confessed his love before, so she could keep pretending to be stupid, but if he did say it officially, she wouldn't be able to explain it away.
Of course she refused, but because of the prince's special status and the fact that they overlapped at work, it was really difficult to handle.
Because he wanted to be alone with her, the attendant had just been sent away, and the prince had to open the door himself.
Madoka also stood up, ready to greet Paul and George.
However, when the door opened, she and the prince were both stunned.
"Excuse me, are you..."
The prince was confused, but Madoka was not unfamiliar at all, but her eyes almost fell out. Why was it him?
Wearing the uniform of a hotel staff, Wuyou said gracefully, "Hello, Your Highness, I am the manager of the guest room department of the hotel. On behalf of all the hotel staff, I send you a bouquet of flowers. I hope you can accept it."
!Thanks!"
"Flowers? For me?" The prince couldn't help but be curious. Logically speaking, a gift that can be delivered to him requires several procedures and must be passed through the security inspection. However, he did not bring any bodyguards today, and even his entourage was not sent.
Withdrew.
"Yes, Your Highness the Prince! You are a distinguished guest of our hotel. This is our sincerity. Please accept it!" Wuyou said with great sincerity, speaking of our hotel.
Madoka couldn't help but stare. When did he become a hotel staff member? And he was also the room manager? His position was high enough!
"Okay, thank you." The prince looked at the bouquet. The transparent packaging bag showed the flowers and leaves inside. It was impossible to hide any dangerous goods. Moreover, when he went out on weekdays, he often encountered this kind of people sending flowers.
thing, so I happily accepted it.
Wuyou did not pass the bouquet over, but said respectfully, "I will help you put it up."
"That's fine."
Wuyou entered the room smoothly and winked at Madoka secretly.
Madoka glared at him hard, "What are you doing here?"
Wuyou pretended to turn a blind eye, a light flashed in his black eyes.
He slowly found a vase, and then slowly, slowly, slowly inserted the flowers into it, and then adjusted the position of the vase, moving it to the left, moving it to the right, moving it forward, moving it back... In short
, just dawdle, dawdle, dawdle again!
The prince noticed it and immediately became alert.
Wuyou knew that he couldn't delay any longer, so he used his second clever move.
"Your Highness, it's actually like this..." He deliberately pretended to be shy, bit his lip, blinked, and after feeling coy for a while, he said shyly, "Actually, I am your admirer..."
"Admirer?" The corner of the prince's mouth twitched.
Madoka almost vomited blood. Did he deliberately come to cause trouble? In order to achieve his goal, he pretended to be the guest room manager and even said that he was gay?