Flash Marriage Sweet Wife: No. 1 Yuan from a wealthy family

Chapter 121 I have to ask you
Song Yizheng stopped the car, turned to look at Qin Anhao, and said nothing with a sullen face.

Qin An felt that Song Yizheng stopped to look at her, and suddenly closed his sore nose, and looked out of the car window with flickering eyes, and finally said in a relaxed manner, "Why are you here?"

He should be in Tiger City, why did he suddenly appear here?
"It's up to you."

Qin Anhao pretended to be relaxed, while Song Yizheng looked away, frowned slightly, and continued driving.

ask her.

Qin Anhao was startled, turned his head to look at Song Yizheng, saw that Song Yizheng was driving seriously, looked away again, lowered his head to recall for a while, and finally said: "I told you yesterday..."

"You just said yesterday that you don't cook."

Before Qin Anhao had finished speaking, Song Yizheng picked him up. He only said that he would not cook, and he did not say that he would not return home at night.

Hearing Song Yizheng's words, Qin Anhao's expression was slightly stagnant, he pondered for a while, and explained: "I said I won't cook because I won't go home, you..."

"Strong words make sense."

Before Qin Anhao finished his explanation, he was refuted by Song Yizheng. His usual cold expression became angry at this moment.

Hearing this, Qin Anhao was startled at first, and finally asked in a different tone with some uncertainty: "Are you angry?" Because she didn't speak clearly, or because she was nervous.

Thinking of this, Qin Anhao didn't look back at Song Yizheng, his eyes full of inquiry made Song Yizheng a little uncomfortable.

Song Yizheng frowned coldly, speeded up the car, neither denying nor admitting it.

Qin Anhao saw that the location of the hotel was about to pass, so he hurriedly looked at the hotel and reminded: "Where are you going? I'm staying here today."

After saying that, Qin Anhao raised his finger and pointed to the hotel.

Even if Song Yizheng came, she couldn't just leave casually, after all, she was in a group when she came.

Song Yizheng heard Qin Anhao's reminder, took a good look at Qin Anhao, and finally turned the steering wheel smoothly, and parked the car in the parking lot outside the hotel.

The car just stopped.

Qin Anhao opened the door and got out of the car. He was about to walk into the hotel when he stopped suddenly and looked back at Song Yizheng who had also got out of the car.

"There are no rooms in this hotel. Why don't you go back, or go to other hotels to see if there are any rooms." After saying that, Qin Anhao stood where he was, hesitating whether to go in first, or to go in after Song Yizheng left, or Say a few more words.

Song Yizheng stepped forward and went straight into the hotel.

Seeing Song Yizheng entered the hotel, Qin Anhao felt a little anxious, followed behind Song Yizheng and continued to explain: "The room I live in is with Zhou Xinxin, if you want to stay here for one night, it's not too bad to stay with me." good."

Thinking of Song Yizheng living with her and Zhou Xinxin sleeping next to her, she felt awkward no matter how she thought about it; what was even more frightening was that one man and two women lived in the same room, it was simply NP!

And it's not good to arrange Song Yizheng to another room.

Just when Qin Anhao was thinking about how to persuade Song Yizheng next.

Song Yizheng had already got the room card, turned around and pulled Qin Anhao into the elevator, and at the same time said: "I will bring the things to my room later."

After saying that, Song Yizheng directly stuffed a room card into Qin Anhao's hand.

Qin Anhao, who received the card, picked up the card in a mess and looked at the room number.

20001!

This seems to be on the top floor; Qin Anhao couldn't help but sigh in his heart, the gap between the ordinary people and the rich and powerful! ! !

No room will become room.

Qin Anhao kept silent and stopped talking, silently pressed the 11th floor, went back to get things to Song Yizheng's room, and then, there was no need to go back to the [-]th floor.

When we reached the 11th floor, the elevator opened, Qin Anhao walked out directly, and just stepped out of the elevator door.

"well."

He was stopped by Song Yizheng.

Qin Anhao turned his head and saw Song Yizheng staring at her as if he wanted to follow her out of the elevator, so he hurriedly said, "You go up first, I can get things quickly."

After finishing her speech, Qin An turned around, then quickened her pace and went to the guest room to get her things; she preferred to live with Song Yizheng rather than staying in the same room with Zhou Xinxin.

Qin Anhao ran fast, Song Yizheng didn't chase after him, and went upstairs first.

When Qin Anhao returned to the previous guest room, Zhou Xinxin had already returned to the room. When she opened the door, Zhou Xinxin was cutting her toenails, and the red nail fragments splashed everywhere.

Seeing this situation, Qin Anhao remained calm and silent, and went directly to the closet to pack his things.

Seeing Qin Anhao entering the house, Zhou Xinxin packed up her things, and with a smile on her lips, she asked, "Where are you going when you pack things up at night?"

After all, Zhou Xinxin continued to cut her nails.

Hearing this, Qin Anhao was in no hurry to reply, first packed up his things, then turned his head and glanced at Zhou Xinxin's nail-cutting gesture, inexplicably felt that she was really disgusted.

There was a long silence.

Only then smiled lightly, and replied, "I'll let you have this room."

After the words fell, he turned around and left.

Because of Qin Anhao's words, Zhou Xinxin stopped cutting her toenails first, and laughed happily; no matter how capable Qin Anhao was, he only had the guts, not even the courage to share a room with her.

It was only a matter of time before she was dragged down.

Qin Anhao took the things, went to the top floor, hesitated before opening the door, but suddenly heard an angry 'Get out' from the other end of the corridor.

Qin An was so startled that he couldn't tell whose voice it was, but the voice was deep and powerful.

Feeling a little bit curious, she stretched her neck to look over, but she couldn't see anything from too far away, so Qin An took a few steps closer unconsciously.

At the end of the corridor, there were two middle-aged men who were picking up documents with their heads down. While picking up documents, they nodded and bowed and said, "Mr. Mo, we didn't know that there would be mistakes in this matter. Don't worry, we will definitely Squeeze things down."

After the two middle-aged men finished speaking, they had already picked up the documents and seemed to want to talk, but because the people in the room were furious, they had to leave in despair.

Not long after the two middle-aged men left, the man in the room came out again, with a straight and tall figure, heroic, with deep eyebrows, sharp eyes, and a sharp chin.

After the man came out, he was calm and composed. Seeing Qin Anhao, he turned back unhurriedly and said in a calm voice, "Are you Master Waiting's apprentice? Come in."

After saying that, the man turned around and entered the room, affirming Qin Anhao's identity.

Qin Anhao looked left and right, she was the only one, and hurriedly pointed to the man's background to say no, but the man had already entered the room, and she only saw the lush white hair mixed with black hair on the back of the man's head.

Choked.

Boy with gray hair?

He looked about thirty or so, and he was so vigorous, yet his hair was so gray.

Waiting for the teacher's apprentice? !

Qin Anhao hesitated for a long time, and thought it would be better for her to explain.

Step up and follow in.

However, after entering the room, he didn't see the figure of Mr. Baifa. He turned around and looked at the inner room next to him, and finally walked over lightly.

But what you can see when you enter the inner room is a room similar to a psychotherapy room.

Mr. White-haired was lying on the psychological treatment bed with his eyes closed. He couldn't see the white hair, but his eyebrows and facial contours looked deep and tired.

(End of this chapter)