The person in charge of reception led the group to the lounge on the first floor and then left.
Dameng walked to Shen Qinghe and called out: "Sister-in-law, let me get it for you." He took the suitcase forcefully.
The incident happened suddenly. Shen Qinghe reacted with a blink of an eye and waved his hand towards him: "No, no, no."
Dameng didn't listen to her and directly pushed the suitcase next to the sofa.
Wen Jingjing bumped her shoulder and teased her: "Sister-in-law~"
Shen Qinghe was at a loss for a moment before he realized what was wrong with this title.
"Don't scream."
He was sitting on the soft sofa minding his own business, flipping through magazines boredly. The content was nothing more than the experiences of some successful people.
Drowsiness sets in.
She didn't sleep well last night, and she didn't sleep well in the car.
Others also looked a little tired.
Cheng Jinfeng held a small stack of room cards in his left hand and handed them to the people in the basketball team and aerobics: "You allocate them according to the room numbers on the top. If they are not suitable, change them."
Everyone who got their own cards pushed their luggage to find their own accommodation.
"What do you want to play tonight?"
Everyone shook their heads.
After nearly four hours of travel, they all just wanted to go back to their rooms and rest, and had no idea of playing.
Dameng handed him the room card, turned his head and asked him in a low voice: "Did you get an extra room?"
Cheng Jinfeng had an expression on his face that said you can rest assured when I do things. He took out a room card from his trouser pocket and waved it in front of his eyes.
He turned around and walked a few steps, suppressed his inappropriate smile, and handed it to Shen Qinghe: "Sister-in-law, your room key card."
Shen Qinghe was so sleepy that he nodded frequently without thinking about the meaning of the evil smile remaining on his face.
He stood up and took the room card: "Thank you."
Pulling Wen Jingjing and the suitcase out of the hall.
There is a sightseeing car at the door. In addition to taking guests for sightseeing, it will also help guests who have just checked in transport their luggage.
The driver loaded their suitcases into the car and asked politely: "What district is your destination?"
Shen Qinghe lowered his head and looked at the room card: "Building 6, Area B."
Room 202.
Wen Jingjing is in the same building as her, but she is in room 203 next door.
"OK."
The driver introduced them to the divisions here: "Here b stands for villa, and the area where you live is the villa area..."
Shen Qinghe was surprised, didn't he say that adding an extra room would be enough?
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After Jiang Yao finished solving his personal problem, he placed one hand on the edge of the sink and inadvertently glanced up at himself in the mirror, with Shen Qinghe's appearance in his mind.
family members.
His eyes moved slightly, and his eyes were instantly filled with smiles.
I got a call on my cell phone, and it was an unfamiliar local number.
After turning on the faucet, washing hands and drying them, he answered the phone slowly and said in a casual tone: "Hello?"
"Jiang Yao, I'm Manager Sun, would you like to go back to the club for a trial training?" he asked cautiously.
Jiang Yao's face turned cold: "I don't want to."
Manager Sun complained silently in his heart.
If Coach Li hadn't discovered Yin Yin's astonishing talent accidentally, he would have discovered after investigation that it was actually Jiang Yao from a year ago.
He wouldn't contact this annoying little brat.
But he said it as a compliment: "You can't just bury your talent like this!"
He kept silent about the time when he scolded Jiang Yao for being unable to hold up the wall.
Jiang Yao raised his eyebrows lightly: "Talent?"
"Yes, very talented."
"My account was handed over to Song Ci by you personally a year and a half ago, on the grounds that I am useless."
Before he could argue, Jiang Yao hung up the phone.
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After they left, the check-in hall suddenly became much empty.
Cheng Jinfeng was drowsy in the hall. When the flowers all withered, Jiang Yao came belatedly.
He stood up and pushed his luggage forward to greet him: "Captain Jiang, your room card."
Jiang Yao frowned: "Where is Dameng?"
He didn't quite trust Cheng Jinfeng's work.
"He left first and added a room for his sister-in-law."
Jiang Yao took the room card and pushed his luggage onto the sightseeing car.
Cheng Jinfeng followed him, and when he saw the tired look on his face, he thought he was weak: "Captain Jiang, do I want some wolfberries here?"
Jiang Yao tilted his head: "Do I need this kind of thing?"
Cheng Jinfeng kept chattering along the way.
Jiang Yao leaned his head on the back of the chair, too lazy to speak anymore, so he ignored him.
He never expected that he could still talk to himself even if no one paid attention to him.
Extremely annoying.
Jiang Yao opened his eyes and glanced at him: "Are you from Dunhuang?"
Cheng Jinfeng was stunned for a moment: "Ah?"
He closed his eyes: "You talk too much."
Cheng Jinfeng frowned, curled his lips, and said nothing more.
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When we arrived at the residence, the driver thoughtfully placed the suitcase at the door of the villa.
Jiang Yao nodded: "Thank you."
After the driver left, he turned to look at Cheng Jinfeng, who was looking at the sky with a guilty conscience: "Is adding a room equivalent to changing into a villa?"
"Let me do the math! A room for four people is more expensive than a villa, so I changed it to this one."
It doesn't matter to Jiang Yao, as long as she has a private room to live in.
After swiping the room card, the door automatically opens. The indoor furniture is made of mahogany and exudes the smell of dark wood.
I looked at the room number on the room card, went straight upstairs, and swiped my card in.
He lowered his head and placed the suitcase by the door, walked straight to the bed and lay down. He didn't notice that there was an open suitcase on the ground on the other side of the bed, and stared at the ceiling unconsciously.
Suddenly there was a faint sound of running water in the bathroom.
Jiang Yao sat up defensively and quietly approached the bathroom.
It seems like his shadow can be found inside.
"Jingjing, I forgot to take my underwear. It's in the suitcase. Please help me get it."
It's Shen Qinghe.
Jiang Yao's mood was a little complicated. He went out and looked at the door frame. It was Room 202.
Sure enough, he shouldn't believe Cheng Jinfeng.
Shen Qinghe, who received no response, called out again: "Jingjing?"
It's even harder to explain when she comes out.
Jiang Yao stamped his feet to show that he was there.
"I put it in the pink vacuum bag. It's easy to find."
Jiang Yao squatted next to her opened suitcase, gently picked up her clothes with his index finger, put them on the bed, and emptied half of the suitcase before finding the pink bag she was talking about.
Knock lightly on the bathroom door.
The door was opened a crack and he handed the entire bag up.
Shen Qinghe's tone was soft and coquettish: "My hands are wet and it's hard to find it. Please help me get one!"
The bag was handed back again.
There are still many small crystal clear water drops on the fair and slender hands, and the fingertips are still pink. There are faint blue and purple blood vessels on the wrists.
Jiang Yao's heart trembled and his Adam's apple rolled.
Want to touch.
As if he was completely out of control, Xu held her hand and rubbed it gently.
Shen Qinghe waved his hand: "Let you take the bag! Why are you touching my hand!"
Don't look at anything inappropriate.
Jiang Yao closed his eyes, took the bag, used his fingertips to hook out a piece of underwear, and delivered it to the crack of the door.
"I don't want this. The lace one you bought for me is not comfortable at all. Take the pure cotton one I used to have." Shen Qinghe became picky.
Sighing silently, Jiang Yao poked in the bag with his fingertips and found one that felt like pure cotton.
Just as he was about to hand it over, there was a tapping sound of knuckles at the door.