hear the voice of the soul

Chapter 37 Proof ([-])

　Tang Yumo packed up his small luggage, which was only two small suitcases, and said goodbye to the person who helped him move—an unknown Guanyin soldier of Gao Linyan—and returned to the world with the suitcases alone. Hotel lobby bar.

　She took two or three commonly used clothes from the suitcase, an old laptop, towels, toothbrushes and other necessary daily necessities, packed them in a backpack, locked the door of the storage room, and went out to take the elevator.

　The elevator to the 80th floor was taking too long.

　In the middle of the night, although the lights in the hotel were bright enough, the feeling of taking the elevator alone was still a bit eerie. She looked at the full-length mirror in the elevator, and what kind of expression should she have when she stepped into the threshold?Suffering and hatred?As if nothing happened?Pretending to be Xiaobai?
　What do other women do when they encounter this kind of thing?Those plots that were almost rotten written by President Wen came to her mind one by one.

　She couldn't help shivering.

　Girls, let the presidents go, you must have never seen a real president
　A real CEO will not be moved by an ordinary woman, who will be desperate, abandon life and death as floating clouds, spend a lot of money, and become a beauty in a rage
　Tang Yumo began to despise the unavoidable plots in the president's articles he had written.

　The reality is that the minds of rich people are not the same as the brains of poor people.In the eyes of the rich, time is wealth.Their every minute counts in money.Cinderella wants to capture Prince Charming, doesn't she?But Prince Charming charges by the minute.

　Just shake hands, 1000 yuan!

　A shirt and a pair of socks are only 1000 yuan!

　Everything is about benefits, conditions, and contracts!
　
　Tang Yumo smiled wryly, and didn't want to waste any more effort in pretending to have a suitable expression—as expected, the phrase "wasted expression" was invented for people like Gu Yihan—when the elevator arrived at the destination floor with a "ding dong", So he calmly went to ring the doorbell of the presidential suite with a feeling of death.

　When the maid on the floor heard her ring the doorbell, she hurried over and looked at her with a strange expression, and said, "Miss, the chief is not here, you are."

　Tang Yumo thought, is this the one who helped her dry clean last night, or the one who changed the sheets seven times?No matter which one it is, I always feel a little indebted to others, so I bowed politely and said, "I'm sorry, I'm here to help the chief with some official duties. I'm causing you trouble."

　As she said that, she quickly took out the door card Jiang Ping gave her, and swiped it to enter the room.

　Although the maid on the floor was curious that a strange woman who was neither Secretary Li nor Driver Jiang came into the chief's room, and she brought her own key card, but Tang Yumo's polite words made her heart feel so relieved, so she didn't say anything more. Ask, go to the sanitation to do things.

　Tang Yumo turned on the light when he entered the entrance, and sure enough, Gu Yihan hadn't come back yet.

　Walking all the way through the empty hallway and master bedroom, I stopped at a door that looked like a guest room. After thinking about it, I turned around and walked to the door of a small room that looked like a servant's room. I hesitated for a moment, considering that Gu Yihan didn't say let her She couldn't decide where she lived, so she went back to the hall, put down her backpack on the sofa, dragged out her laptop and put it on her lap, and just started typing.

　It takes a long time to write [-] words...

　When she got tired of writing, she stopped typing on the keyboard and looked around. This empty space without traces of luxury defined in the minds of ordinary people doesn't even have a code word for reference.The huge oil painting of Venus seen in the morning and the black and white colors in the cloakroom came to mind, which could barely be borrowed to describe the weird aesthetics of the male protagonist.I also remembered that the white shirt that I took away was of excellent quality, but the style was conservative, and it didn't even have a trademark or logo. It only had an R letter embroidered in light gray on the cuff. It should be custom-made.Well, this detail is also used.

　Gu Yihan, you finally made some contribution to the poor.

　Tang Yumo muttered with satisfaction, thinking that every minute and every second of the poor is also precious, so he continued to wrestle with the keyboard.

(End of this chapter)