Did President Ji Urge for Marriage Today?

At the front desk of the hotel lobby, a beautiful, fashionable woman was waiting impatiently.

Jiang Zhili didn't know English before going to university, so she could only ask her assistant to ask.

After the assistant had communicated with the front desk, Jiang Zhili couldn't wait to ask: "What did she say?"

The little assistant seemed to be a little afraid of her, and slowly organized the words: "She said that the night view room on the whole floor is already occupied."

Jiang Zhili ripped off her sunglasses, her face was extremely ugly, she asked the assistant loudly, "Didn't I let you order it early? Why did you go? Believe it or not, I let the company fire you!"

The little assistant pursed his lower lip, and some grievances made his voice even smaller: "When I called to book a room two days ago, she told me that only super-v customers can book in advance, and ordinary customers can only check in on site."

"I thought it was so expensive, so nobody would come to live, so I didn't tell you." The assistant's voice became smaller and smaller.

In fact, she was afraid of saying the four words of ordinary customers, and she wanted to make Jiang Zhili lose her temper.

She had a good impression of Jiang Zhili before. Xiaohua, a newcomer from a non-major class, has a high-value appearance and a good personality. He treats the staff and fans on the set just like his friends.

After becoming Jiang Zhili's assistant, she knew that the little flower who was praised by fans as "Sweetheart Sister" was all pretended.

From head to toe, from the inside to the outside, it's all fake.

"Are you a pig brain?! It's not a super-v customer who didn't know that it was promoted to a super-v customer?" Jiang Zhili said angrily.

Today is not the past. She is now paid 500,000 yuan for an episode, and the hard cost of participating in a show is going up to millions. Can't afford to live in a whole-story night-view room?

What a joke.

"I asked, saying that I would spend more than 1 million yuan." The assistant asked cautiously.

Jiang Zhili snorted and smiled: "Isn't it just one million? Give her it."

"It's one million euros." The assistant finished adding, and immediately lowered his head, for fear of becoming Jiang Zhili's air bag again.

At this time, Jiang Zhili didn't make any noise.

She snorted and ordered: "Don't go and check in soon!"

Tang Shumi's mood today is still very happy. The earrings customized by the designer of the c family are very in line with her aesthetics.

Flashy but not vulgar, extravagant but not mediocre.

She carried her newly bought Hermes bag and pressed the elevator button.

With a ding sound, the elevator door slowly opened.

Tang Shumi walked in and was about to close the door.

"Waiting——!"

As the gap gradually reduced, the little girl ran over like crazy.

Tang Shumi thought for a while, raised her hand, half a second before her fingertips were about to touch the button.

The door that was about to close was abruptly opened by a thin hand.

Tang Shumi retracted her hand, looked down, and continued to look at the phone.

"Sorry" Taotao smiled apologetically, "waitformyfriend"

Shumi didn't even raise her eyelids.

"It's so heavy." Jiang Zhili walked in and handed the bag to Taotao: "Hurry up and help me get it!"

Taotao took her bag and held it in her hand.

"Carry it! Don't hold it with your hands. What if your palms are sweaty? This is a birkin of hundreds of thousands."

"Oh." Taotao nodded, hurriedly loosening the luggage lever and slung the bag on her elbow.

"Foreigners, what kind of **** quality, I don't know how to wait after hearing someone shout." Jiang Zhili adjusted the hair on her forehead, her eyes dazzlingly fell on the opposite woman.

The hat covers most of her face. From Jiang Zhili's perspective, she can only see her long, curled eyelashes and tall and delicate nose.

She noticed that she was carrying a bag of the same series as her, which made her feel even more uncomfortable.

"I'm afraid it's not a deaf man."

Taotao pursed her lower lip and whispered to her: "Sister Lili."

Jiang Zhili glared at her: "What are you afraid of, she can't understand me."

The screen darkened suddenly, and with a snap, Tang Shumi opened the bag and threw the phone in.

Being said to be deaf, Tang Shumi couldn't even care about her.

She slowly raised her head and said unhurriedly, "You say it again."

"Chinese?" Taotao let go of her fright, and the birkin with her arm slammed to the ground.

She hurriedly picked it up, tremblingly chanting: "Sister Lili, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

The lights in the elevator were dim, and Tang Shumi was wearing a hat again.

Jiang Zhili never thought that she would be a Chinese.

Tang Shumi looked at her face, really hard to say a word.

Say it's not like it, but it's kind of something like that; if it's like, it feels like an insult to herself.

...

Annoying, so annoying.

Ding--

Seeing the elevator door opened, Jiang Zhili let out a sigh of relief.

If the woman in front of me asked again, she couldn't continue to pretend to be dumb.

Tang Shumi glanced at her, Jiang Zhili couldn't help moving inward to make way for her.

"Sure enough, it's an 18-line broken star." Tang Shumi spit out a word indifferently, and got out of the elevator without looking back.

Jiang Zhili was taken aback for a moment, and then reacted: "You—!"

"Sister Lili, Sister Lili." Taotao stopped Jiang Zhili who was rushing out, soothing: "Don't be impulsive, it won't be good if you get photographed by paparazzi."

Taotao's words awakened Jiang Zhili, who was about to become a bitch. She took two steps back and glared at her: "Don't bark! Who is your sister?!"

Taotao closed her mouth silently.

It's okay to be scolded twice, but Jiang Zhili must not make trouble.

Jiang Zhili is going to have some ill-informed things, and her little assistant should not even think about eating.

Besides...

She raised her head and her eyes fell on the sign 21 on the floor.

There is only one night view room on the ground floor, which is the entire 21st floor.

Tang Shumi swiped her card to enter the door and walked straight to the bathroom.

The deluxe night-view room for more than 3w for more than one night occupies a whole floor of the hotel, not only has a fitness room, a sauna, a study room, but also a small KTV and so on. There are not only antique European-style precious wooden furniture, but also new-style furniture typical of modern Eastern countries.

What satisfies Shumi the most is the specially designed bathroom of the hotel, covering an area of ​​nearly 100 square meters. There is a large crystal bathtub inside, placed in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, with the beautiful night view of Paris as the curtain.

After taking a bath, Shumi walked out directly wrapped in a bath towel.

When she pushed open the bedroom door, she almost didn't call out in shock.

Ji Linchen was lying on the sofa next to the bed, looking down at the laptop on his lap.

The moonlight shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows outlined his deep and fierce profile, like a piece of jade that was extremely carved, with a deep and cold white outline.

"Why are you here?" Tang Shumi was very dissatisfied when he didn't raise his eyelids.

Appeared in my bedroom for no reason, knowing that I came in and still treat me like air?

The man's hand was still tapping on the keyboard, and after a full minute, the well-knotted hand stopped.

Ji Linchen closed the computer and stood up, his gaze shifted to Tang Shumi's face: "Replying to the email."

"..."

Tang Shumi:?

Tang Shumi translated it briefly—what is your dissatisfaction? I'm at work, don't make trouble unreasonably.

Tang Shumi hummed, what should I do as if he was an invisible person.

Ji Linchen rubbed his eyebrows, as if he was too lazy to care about her, and went straight to the bathroom with his pajamas.

This is the point that makes Shumi hate him most. She doesn't put people in her eyes, she always looks like "She is making troubles unreasonably, ignore her", with a cold attitude.

After a long grunt, she began to take care of her wet hair, first applying essential oils and wearing a heating cap, then using Dyson to blow the hair half dry, and then applying other types of essential oils to the ends of the hair.

After finishing a set of hair care procedures, Tang Shumi remembered that she was still wrapped in a bath towel.

She picked a black suspender nightdress from the suitcase. Just as the bath towel hit the ground, there was a sudden creak of the door behind her.

Tang Shumi threw herself on the bed, pulling up the quilt with her right hand and rolling to the left.

As soon as Ji Linchen came in, he saw Tang Shumi wrapped in caterpillars.

Her semi-damp black bright curly hair was half down under the bed, and a small face appeared under the snow-white quilt, white and delicate.

A pair of big wet eyes are full of shyness, plus the bath towels scattered on the floor and the nightdress she loves most on the bed, Ji Linchen seems to understand something.

He closed the door, his cold voice with a little bit of tiredness and dumbness from the bathroom vapor: "I haven't seen any part of your body."

"...!"

"Hand me the nightdress." Tang Shumi poked her head out.

Ji Linchen walked past his nightdress without hesitation without hearing it.

"Ji Linchen." Tang Shumi was anxious.

Ji Linchen glanced at her, bent over and picked up the pillow that Tang Shumi had rubbed to the ground.

"Ji Linchen" Tang Shumi pursed her lower lip and shouted in a low voice.

Ji Linchen's pitiful appearance made Ji Linchen sigh, and he walked over to pick up the thin silk nightdress and threw it on her face.

Tang Shumi stretched out her arm from the quilt and instantly retracted.

The quilt was arched, he just found it funny.

"I'm suffocated." Tang Shumi lifted the quilt and took a deep breath.

Ji Linchen glanced at her and said in a light tone: "I asked for it."

"..."

The dog man couldn't spit out ivory.

"Why are you here?" Tang Shumi knelt on the bed and continued with the first question.

"Business trip."

Concise and to the point, there is no waste.

Tang Shumi certainly didn't think that Ji Linchen came for her, which was less likely than staying in the house and being struck by lightning.

"Oh." You are cold, and I am cold too.

"Does the stomach still hurt?" Ji Linchen swept the medicine on the table, "Have you taken the medicine?"

"It doesn't hurt, don't eat."

Ji Linchen walked to the edge of the bed with an expression of "I don't care about you", leaned over to tidy up the sheets that had been messed up by her, Shumi knelt on the quilt and looked at him.

Probably it was too disconcerting, and Shumi kept watching.

"What are you looking at?" Ji Linchen asked her.

Shu Mi shrugged and said casually: "I didn't look at you anyway."

Ji Linchen said softly, did not speak, and picked up the pillow.

"Teach your fiance?"

Ji Linchen picked up the book under the pillow and took a look, then turned his head to read the book honey, his brows and eyes were stained with doubts.

Teach your fiance?

? ? ?

! !

Shu Mi flicked up in a violent spirit, Ji Linchen had prepared, and stood up before she touched the book.

"Give it back to me!" Shu Mi's face collapsed instantly, looking very upset.

Su Zhen brought the book over last night, she glanced at it and tucked it under the pillow. If it weren't for Ji Linchen's discovery, she would have forgotten.

"The first tip of the fiance's training and teaching: what you don't get is what you want most." Ji Linchen turned to the first page, his voice was very soft, and his voice was loose and loose because he had just taken a shower. Aroused the nervousness of Shumi.

"..."

Tang Shumi: If I remember correctly, it is Su Zhen's own notes.

Ji Linchen wouldn't think he wrote it himself?

Fortunately, Ji Linchen put aside the book after reading that sentence. Tang Shumi breathed a sigh of relief, who knew what was written in a few messes later.

Tang Shumi looked up and found Ji Linchen looking at her.

His eyebrows were already deep, but at this time they were slightly raised, inexplicably a little intriguing.

Under the bright light, Tang Shumi seemed to see a line of words written on Ji Linchen’s face playfully:

Oh, woman, it turns out that you are playing hard.

The author has something to say: Ji Linchen: Who exactly is it? Ok?

Tang Shumi: Of course—you tune and teach me (voice becomes smaller)

Ji Linchen: Good, take it off

Tang Shumi: Ouuuuuu