Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Ye Wangchuan turned on the air conditioner in the car for her, and said in a soft and slow tone: "You want me to be the driver?"

Qiao Nian raised the brim of his hat, glanced at him with her beautiful eyes, then put his hand down, and said casually with a slight smile: "Thank you, Mr. Ye."

"……"what?

Ye Wangchuan's eyebrows suddenly jumped and he looked at her deeply.

After a moment, he put his hand on the steering wheel and restarted the car, turned the wheel, and said lazily: "Next time when you say thank you, remember to be more sincere."

Qiao Nian knew what he meant by 'sincerity', so she slumped down on her seat, opened the car window, looked out the window, and followed his usual routine, pretending not to hear...

"Hey, Qiao Shen Shen is so smart." Ye Wangchuan chuckled from his throat, low and charming.

Qiao Nian closed the car window again, put her hands on her legs and looked back at him. Her dark eyes were dry and a little depressed: "Drive well."

"Okay." Ye Wangchuan suppressed the frivolity on his handsome face, returned to his usual lazy noble look, and did not continue.

…

The hotel Jiang Li sent over is one of the most famous hotels in M ​​state, and it is also a chain hotel, M.

An hour later, Qiao Nian arrived at Hotel M.

Ye Wangchuan went to put the car away first, and she went in first.

She had just entered the hotel when she heard a fierce argument coming from one side of the hotel lobby.

"No! Our artists must live in the presidential suite. We made this very clear in the contract."

The speaker was a short-haired woman in her twenties. She was slightly chubby and looked inconspicuous. She was wearing ordinary sportswear.

But from the way she speaks and the tone of her voice, it can be seen that she is difficult to get along with and is quite acrimonious.

Standing opposite her and explaining to her was a photographer who was carrying photographic equipment and was sweating profusely: "It's not that we don't act in accordance with the contract, we really didn't expect that the hotel's presidential suite requires a reservation. We I didn’t make a reservation before…”

"That's your problem, not our problem." The round-faced and slightly fat woman said coldly.

The photographer was a little anxious, pleading in a low voice: "Sister Bibi, please do me a favor. It's not easy for everyone to make money. Things have become like this. Please tell Miss Mu Yiyi and let her Please be accommodating. I'll make a reservation for her tonight and change rooms tomorrow. Can you just make do with it for one night?"

Before the round-faced woman could speak, the photographer took her arm and begged again: "Please, please, Director Li is already very angry. I don't want to lose my job."

The round-faced and slightly chubby woman hesitated for a moment, looked at him, threw away her hand and said, "Then I'll go ask Yiyi for you."

"thanks, thanks."

"Let me tell you first, there's nothing I can do if she doesn't want to. After all, it's your fault." The assistant still had a bossy attitude.

The photographer asked for help and had to thank him profusely: "Okay, help me tell Miss Mu Yiyi, thank you."

Qiao Nian glanced at it and saw that the fat assistant went to find a woman with chestnut curly hair, wearing exaggerated sunglasses and a mask.

She picked up her hands and walked away from them to the front desk.

At the front desk, Jiang Li was with the director, lead actor and other staff members, and everyone was talking about accommodation.

Director Li kept apologizing to them: "I didn't make the arrangements this time. I'm really sorry. We will just have one night tonight. I will definitely find a way to solve the accommodation problem tomorrow."