Deadly Game: Almighty Boss’s Guide to Making Money

Chapter 1011. The Infinite Time-Space Hotel (51)

—To get down to business, this handsome young man and 105 seem to be unable to see 123 and the others.

——Huh? It really is.

—105 At this time, her skin was really tender and smooth. Although it wasn't particularly fair, it was really... so tender that it felt like you could squeeze water out of it.

—Isn't 123 young?
123 looks young, like a minor, but 105 has exceptionally good skin.

—Yes, not a single pimple! I'm so jealous.

—I'm about the same age as 105 now, and I'd really like to ask how 105 takes care of his/her skin.

Youth needs no embellishment.

—Please stop calling her 105, okay? 105 is only related to that guy. Now, her name is Meng Ye, the young Meng Ye who didn't know that jerk.

—That's right, her name is Meng Ye.

Behind Meng Ye was a small square hall, and beside him was a corridor that wasn't too wide.

Upon seeing the boy, Meng frowned.

"Why are you here again?" Meng Ye's voice was a little cold.

The boy's face turned pale instantly, but he still smiled shyly and handed the flowers in his hand to Meng Ye.

"Here, I just picked them and wrapped them myself. Aren't they pretty?"

Meng Ye's cold expression softened, revealing a distant, faint smile as he accepted the flowers.

"It is quite beautiful." Her voice softened considerably.

"I know you like flowers, I've planted a lot, and in the future..."

“Give it to someone you like later!” Meng interrupted the boy, looking at him earnestly. “Listen to me, Xiao Guo, I really have always only ever thought of you as a younger brother.”

"But, David..."

“You’re different from everyone else,” Meng interrupted Xiao Guo. “We grew up together, I… can’t bring myself to hurt you.”

As Meng spoke, he walked towards the corridor.

The boy named "Xiao Guo" followed.

A woman in her forties, slightly overweight, walked out of a door on one side of the corridor.

Upon seeing Xiao Guo, the woman immediately smiled.

"Xiao Guo, you've arrived."

"Hello, Auntie." Xiao Guo greeted the woman politely. "Auntie, aren't you at work today?"

"I'm not feeling well, so I took the day off," the woman said, glancing at Meng Ye with concern.

Xiao Guo nodded, her expression suddenly turning somewhat somber.

Meng didn't say anything, but continued walking forward, pushing open the door at the end of the corridor, which instantly brightened people's eyes.

The living room is spacious and very clean.

Meng walked straight to the window, placed the flowers on the windowsill, took the flowers out of several vases, picked out the withered and nearly withered ones, and set them aside.

Then, she opened the flowers Xiaoguo had given her, picked up a pair of scissors, and began to carefully trim the flower stems.

Soon, the remaining fresh flowers, along with the flowers Xiaoguo had just brought, were placed into several vases, each with a different design.

Wow, that's beautiful.

—Did Miss Meng Ye study flower arranging?

—It should be talent.

—It must be because she particularly likes flowers.

But she didn't seem to like the person who sent her flowers.

Xiao Guo watched her work with a happy expression, but she seemed to be immersed in her own world.

—Was that auntie just now her mother? The way she looked at her seemed really worried.

Forgive my bluntness, but Meng Ye in his twenties seems less happy than he was in his fifties.

She was indeed unhappy, but she didn't seem to be in that much pain either.

—He seemed somewhat indifferent and aloof. Meng finished arranging the flowers, ignoring Xiao Guo, and instead took out a notebook, a lot of colored pencils, and began to draw on the flowers.

Lin Xi and the others now know that 105... no, Meng Ye, cannot see them.

Not only Meng Ye can't see it, but Xiao Guo can't see it either, and Meng Ye's mother can't see it either.

Therefore, they were able to follow Meng Ye and Xiao Guo into the living room without any hindrance.

--So lovely.

Yes, she draws really well.

—I mean, Meng Ye is really good-looking.

—She's not actually that beautiful, but her aura is just different.

—A cold, icy feeling.

—It's strange, how can someone be so cold in their twenties, but become so warm in their fifties!

—Yeah, Sister 105 is a real social butterfly.

—But Meng also seems to be a socially awkward person.

—She's not socially anxious; she probably just doesn't want to talk to Xiao Guo.

—I think Xiao Guo is great. He looks like a shy young man just beginning to experience love.

But Meng only treated him as a younger brother.

—There's also a Dawei, but I don't know who he is.

—Is that even a question? He's definitely Meng Ye's boyfriend!
Meng focused intently on her drawing, and soon finished painting all the vases of flowers. She closed her sketchbook, put it aside, and stood up.

She turned around and saw Xiao Guo sitting on the sofa drinking water. She paused for a moment, as if she had just remembered her.

"You haven't left yet?"

"Auntie told me to stay for dinner," Xiao Guo said softly. "She said that my second and third sisters will be back for dinner soon."

"You call them both 'older sisters,' but you call me 'Little Ye,' isn't that a bit impolite?" Meng Ye smiled. "You were so well-behaved when we were little, always calling me..."

“Sister Xiaoye,” Xiaoguo interjected.

Meng paused for a moment, then nodded and smiled.

Is "elder sister" a difficult title to use?

Xiao Guo lowered her eyes to look at the cup in her hand and remained silent.

—I like Xiaoguo, boohoo.

—So innocent, I like it too.

—He looks like he's easy to bully.

—Don't you guys think Meng is bullying Xiaoguo a bit?
—No, didn't Meng just refuse outright?
But she still accepted his flowers.

Not only did she accept it, she also carefully arranged the flowers and drew a picture of each flower in the vase.

—Yes, she was looking through the paintings in front of her, and I looked at them too. They were all flowers, vases of flowers.

—However, is it possible that she simply loves flowers, especially the flowers she arranges herself, which is why she drew them?

Why didn't she just take a picture with her phone? The feeling conveyed by a photograph and a painting are completely different, okay?

Yes, drawing it makes people cherish it more.

—If you were Xiaoguo, and you saw someone you like accept your flowers, carefully arrange them, and cherish the drawing, what would you think?
He might still hold onto hope, thinking that she likes him, but just hasn't realized it yet.

—Doesn't anyone care about 123 and the others? Where are they staying today?

—When other people are eating, will they also stand by and watch?

—Holy crap, where is this place?
—Alright, no need to worry about where 123 and the others live anymore. This time it seems like they're not following the usual pattern.

—Oh my, who is this handsome young man?
—He's not really handsome, just young and tall.

—Yeah, he's generally handsome.

The tall, handsome man picked up the phone from the table and dialed a number.