I run a resort hotel in the end times

What is the lyrics of the song?

I should be under the car, not in the car, seeing you...

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Xia Yan tried hard to control his eye muscles, unable to move his eyes downward... unable to raise the corners of his mouth... trying hard to recall the most painful memories...

I would like to ask, is it too late to wear a mask now?

Who invented this thing? It can be called the fifth miracle - it relieves facial embarrassment and allows you to curl your mouth casually.

Jing Wenbin's face couldn't be more ugly.

Besides, there was a woman at the scene... He saw her eyes dropped a millimeter!

Hey, the corner of your mouth is twitching, you know...

Jing Wenbin was ashamed, angry, frightened, irritable, and wanted to scream at the top of his lungs.

In this kind of thing, whether you refute or not refute, you will lose.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the roar that was about to burst out, and spoke tit-for-tat with words.

"Cousin, you and I have similar genes. If I...then you are the same?"

Jing Yimai smiled casually: "Similarity does not mean the same. Didn't the gap between you and me start from childhood?"

His eyes flicked back.

Xia Yan:?

She was expressionless on the outside but roaring on the inside.

Do you have anything to do to watch her knitting? !

She is a woman, a woman!

After traveling all over the country, this was the most speechless time for her.

"You guys talk first." Xia Yan dropped these words and casually called a waiter carrying a cocktail, "Take me to the restaurant, I haven't eaten yet."

Sorry, I won't accompany you anymore.

After receiving Jing Wenbin's signal, the waiter leaned forward to lead the way.

Xia Yan noticed that there were all kinds of people gathered on the yacht, including 'urban guys' wearing Anima suits and pointy-leaf shoes, and 'fashionistas' who wore coats as cloaks on their shoulders. There is a wealthy man with big teeth and a mouth full of gold teeth...

People who have been to Ridai Island and know who she is don't come close to her. They just raise the dark wine in their hands and signal from a distance.

And some people who look like they have a head and a good face have inquiry, curiosity and fear hidden in their eyes.

They stood still, watching her approach with half-smiling smiles.

Xia Yan's eyebrows were light and he looked back with a calm attitude, making sure that no one was left behind.

To say that the conversation just now made her emotional, now she was back on her home turf.

The other party's reaction was also different. Some of them were the first to avoid looking and were at a disadvantage, or they continued to look at each other, and some raised their glasses.

"Be careful with the steps," the waiter said.

With his vision cut off, Xia Yan followed him to the next floor.

On the left side of the stairs is the restaurant door. The tables covered with white tablecloths in transparent glass are full of people eating delicious food.

The doorman pushed open: "Welcome."

Everyone who was eating raised their heads, glanced, then lowered their heads and continued to eat.

He was neither curious nor concerned about her appearing here alone, just a normal reaction, with a strong sense of belief that even the king of heaven and I could not disturb their meal.

Not the same as the group of people upstairs.

Xia Yan casually found an empty table and sat down. The waiter brought the menu. She opened it and successfully felt the heaviness of each page, and the dish names were actually gilded.

The page is exquisite, the presentation is exquisite and full of artistic sense, and the name is also literary and artistic——

"Spring mulberries and low green branches, what kind of vegetable is this?"

The waiter leaned forward to take a closer look, then hesitated: "Chunsang means...please refer to the picture."

"This taste of lost love is a drink?"

"...yes."

"What is the taste?"

"...the smell of lost love..."

Xia Yan's black face looked puzzled. Seeing that he really didn't know, he was not embarrassed. He ordered a few more dishes with beautiful names, "That's all for now."

The waiter looked grateful, picked up the thick menu with his slender arms and walked back.

When the dishes were served, Xia Yan specifically asked about the names of the dishes one after another.

"Chun Sang..." The waiter put down a certain dish.

Xia Yan's eyes widened when he heard the familiar name, "Is this...?"

I saw a small piece of home-cooked stir-fry placed on a huge and exquisite plate - my dear, isn't this fried shredded pork with green pepper?

then.

"Your drink, the taste of lost love."

The waiter puts down a glass of clear liquid.

Xia Yan was really curious. What was the taste of broken love?

She picked it up and put it to the tip of her nose and smelled it. There was no smell. She took a brief sip and felt mixed emotions——

Who on earth came up with such a deceiving name? I thought it was a special drink, but it turned out to be a glass of plain water!

false promotion!

Xia Yan was suddenly no longer interested in the cuisine that was served later, just like Jing Wenbin, whose sheep dung eggs had a shiny surface.

She planned to give it a try. After all, this was her first time eating out, so she was inevitably looking forward to it, not counting the last time she had dinner at Chu Wanfu's place.

Taking the chopsticks, picking up the food, and putting it into her mouth, she chewed slowly and came to the conclusion that it looked the same as it looked, but whether it tasted good or not.

However, it is already very rare to be able to eat fresh food when supplies are extremely scarce. Just look at the wolfish diners nearby.

She looked around and saw four tall and thick men standing at the door of the kitchen. They were wearing loose vests with bulging muscles. They wore sunglasses and looked fierce. The highlight was that they were holding powerful superpower guns in their hands.

Who dares to cause trouble?

Under the dual shock of appearance and force, the scene was relatively calm, and no major violent conflicts occurred. But when the glass door opened again and the sound came, Xia Yan knew that everything was not simple.

"There's such a strong sour and rotten smell that it makes everyone stink. Lao Gong, I don't want to eat here~"

The long-haired handsome man in a fairy-like long dress frowned with slender eyebrows. His index knuckles were placed on the tip of his nose, and his orchid fingers were naturally raised. He glanced at the crowd, then turned his head and buried it in the neck of the man beside him to see what his movements were. Take a deep breath.

In fact, just by listening to the syllables, Xia Yan couldn't tell whether it was "husband" or "Lao Gong" until she saw the rise and fall of the handsome man's throat when he turned his head.

It is undoubtedly "Lao Gong".

Xia Yan held the boiled water and moved quietly to the best viewing point.

"Does it taste good?" The man reached out and pulled him to his side. He frowned and looked around, not ignoring the pile of dinner plates on the table. "There are indeed many people, so let them eat in the room. Waiter, please order." vegetable."

The waiter ran over with the menu in hand and handed it to them.

The handsome man seemed to be leaning on him without any bones, his eyes fell on the overly heavy menu, and then he went all the way up his slender arms and looked around the somewhat delicate face.

He opened his mouth with some sarcasm: "Do you want me to hold it with my own hands? I, Lao Gong, can't bear to let me suffer. How dare you~ Or should I say——"

Jealousy flashed in the handsome man's eyes, "Do you want to use this to hook up, get in a position, or get in a position?"

The waiter's face suddenly turned pale, and his eyes drifted towards the man in panic. Little did he know that this move just angered the handsome man.

"Snapped--"