His wife is so sweet

Chapter 907 Looking for Manman (31)

Zhan Qianyan put the towel to wipe his hair on his shoulders.

Lifting the plate directly from the dining car did not mean to let the waiter into the house.

"Do you need to come over to collect the tray after the meal?"

"No, take it away tomorrow morning when you come to clean the room."

Zhan Qianyan's voice was indifferent.

"Okay, I wish you a pleasant meal."

The waiter didn't waste any extra nonsense, and politely finished pushing the dining car and left.

Zhan Qianyan returned to the room with the dinner plate.

It has been almost seven hours since I got off the plane.

He didn't eat anything in the middle, and he was very hungry at this time.

But he didn't eat right away, but called Ling Xi.

Ask if they ordered themselves a meal.

After getting confirmation, hang up the phone and start eating.

A simple bowl of vegetarian porridge, two delicately decorated side dishes, and a pastry.

The porridge is well cooked, thick and soft, very appetizing.

After finishing the porridge with side dishes, Zhan Qianyan accidentally bumped into the plate with pasta.

There seemed to be something peeking out from under the plate.

Raising his eyebrows slightly, he removed the plate and saw a post-it note folded into small squares underneath.

"Qingfeng Hotel 307."

It's just an address, and the signature is a letter.

W!

Zhan Qianyan got up to take a glass of water.

Throw the piece of paper into the water cup, and watch the paper gradually get wet, with scattered small air bubbles floating up.

Turning around, he took his mobile phone and dialed Ling Xi, "Check where Qingfeng Hotel is."

"It's on Zilan Street next door, just cross an intersection from this road.

Does the president want me to go with you? "

Ling Xi didn't investigate and reported directly.

They passed by there when they were looking for a hotel before, so I was a little impressed.

"No, you and Yiyi go to bed early, there are things to do tomorrow."

After Zhan Qianyan finished speaking, he hung up the phone and changed out of his pajamas.

Fortunately, he put the clothes he took off into the dry cleaning machine after taking a shower, and he can wear them now.

To go out.

I saw the soft and rotten paper in the cup.

Take out the chopsticks.

After making sure that the words on it had been blurred, I tore it twice and threw it into the trash can.

Two 10 minutes later.

Zhan Qianyan came to the third floor of Qingfeng Hotel.

Find 307 and knock on the door.

"Enter."

The voice in the room seems to be still changing.

Although she deliberately pretended to be low-key, she couldn't hide her youthfulness.

Zhan Qianyan froze for a moment, surprised in his heart, but also somewhat clear.

No wonder I had to use a voice changer on the phone before.

Suppressing the surprise in his heart, Zhan Qianyan pushed the door open and went in.

The person in the room is a teenager.

Quietly squatting on the sofa with a lollipop in his mouth.

There is a microcomputer on the coffee table in front of him, and his hands are still resting on the keyboard.

Zhan Qianyan has been staring at him ever since he pushed the door open.

There was no fuss and fuss expression on his face, and he seemed relatively satisfied.

Take your hands off the keyboard.

Take out the lollipop in your mouth, get off the sofa and put on slippers.

Shrugging his shoulders, he said, "As you can see, I'm only this year."

"About my girlfriend's age."

Zhan Qianyan can easily see that the young man is not complacent because of his age and such achievements, but rather dissatisfied.

So he didn't show any surprise, he just said it calmly.

What he said clearly put the boy on the same level.

Instead of posing as an elder because he is nearly ten years older than him.

He was so on the road, which made the boy very satisfied.

(End of this chapter)