I heard that Lu Yao was injured after all, her vitality was weakened, she had eaten and drank enough, and was feeling sleepy.
When she returned to Nanhua Hotel, it was already four o'clock in the morning.
The entrance of Nanhua Hotel was quiet. Wen Luyao was about to walk in when she saw a car parked.
The man who stepped out of the car was tall and straight, wearing a black cashmere windbreaker, thick enough to withstand all the cold in the world. He wore a black wide-brimmed hat, only revealing the sharp line of his jaw, and his profile was as delicate as a sculpture.
He is handsome and extremely familiar.
"Lanting." Wen Luyao called tentatively.
The man casually took off his hat and threw it back into the back seat of the car. His dignified demeanor suddenly changed, becoming lazy and squeamish. He was undoubtedly the seventh master of the Xi family.
He walked over leisurely and looked at Wen Luyao.
Although he walked in a serious manner, his eyes were squinting, and he looked at people with a certain coldness. He expressed his dissatisfaction with the corner of his eye: "You fooled around until the early morning? Why didn't my uncle beat you to death?"
Wen Luyao rolled her eyes at him: "You can't control it!"
Then, she got angry again, "Why are you here? Are you staying in a hotel, or are you here to see me and Yun Qiao?"
"I'm so full that I'm looking for you?" Xi Lanting said in a contemptuous tone, "I know what I'm doing, so don't ask questions."
Wen Luyao: "Xi Laoqi!"
The two of them were noisy, which drove Wen Luyao away from her drowsiness. At four o'clock in the morning, the elevator of Nanhua Hotel was closed, and she had to climb to the fourth floor.
Wen Luyao had always known that Xi Lanting was a medicine jar, and was worried that he would not be able to crawl, but she saw that he was walking like a gust of wind, and he was already at the corner after a few breaths.
She tried her best but could not catch up with him.
Wen Luyao: "Are you crazy and running so fast? Xi Laoqi, are you a rabbit?"
Xi Lanting's voice sounded above her head: "You are so young that your legs and feet are so slow that you can't even climb stairs. Are you half buried in the ground?"
Wen Luyao: "..."
Xi Lanting ran extremely fast, without any breath in his voice. Wen Luyao was not convinced and caught up with him. He was as tired as a dead dog and finally dragged himself up.
She also thought that since Xi Lanting didn't know Yun Qiao's room number, she would definitely have to ask her.
Unexpectedly, he opened the door of Yun Qiao's room with ease and went in.
Wen Luyao watched him go in.
Two questions rushed into Aunt Wen's mind: How did he know Yun Qiao's room number, and who opened the door for him?
It was so late at night, Yun Qiao didn't sleep?
Holding on to the wall of the corridor, he gasped for a long time. Finally, he took a breath and came to the conclusion: "The two of them must have just talked on the phone, and Yun Qiao was not asleep waiting for him."
Shameless bitch men and women!
Aunt Wen curled her lips and went back to her room. She was not used to staying up late, she had eaten a lot, and was tired from running. When she returned to the warm room, she fell down on the bed and fell asleep.
Yunqiao and Xi Lanting are all behind their heads.
It was the darkest night at this time, there was no moonlight or skylight at all, but the room was half-dark because a few rays of light from the street lamps shone in through the window.
The guest rooms on the fourth floor of the Nanhua Hotel are decorated with a kind of crimson velvet curtains. Both the color and the fabric are warm and cozy, adding warmth for no reason.
Xi Lanting entered the door quietly.
To him, the door lock was just a little trick, and he opened it easily.
Yun Qiao slept soundly.
He approached gently without disturbing her, so he reached out and tapped her forehead a few times.
This time, she slept more deeply and peacefully.
Xi Lanting stood beside her for a moment, then hesitantly took off his shoes and socks and lay down next to her.
A small incense burner was lit in the corner. Rosemary was placed in the incense burner to soothe the nerves. The green smoke stained the brocade quilt. The room was suitable for leisure and elegance, and was very comfortable.
Xi Lanting turned his head, looked at Yun Qiao sleeping peacefully next to him, and breathed a sigh of relief.