The splendid medical relationship of Jiangshan

Chapter 490 Fish Dragon Manxian (Pajamas)
City A, Royal Court Hotel.

A story that is neither long nor short, it takes nearly half an hour to tell it in detail.

Rong Qingman stopped talking, and looked uncertainly at the young man sitting in front of him.

Ye Xianqiu looked as usual, took the purified water on the side, unscrewed the bottle cap and handed it to her: "Drink some water first."

Rong Qingman looked at the water bottle in his hand, and took it after a moment of delay.

Ye Xianqiu has always been careful, so he asked again: "Or, should I have someone bring tea over?"

Rong Qingman shook his head lightly: "There is no need for such trouble, thank you."

She held the water bottle and slowly raised her hand. After thinking about it, she blocked it slightly with her sleeve, and then took a small sip. She found that the water was bland and tasteless, far less sweet than the one at home.

Putting down the water bottle, she buckled the cap back like Ye Xianqiu did, twisted it under his signal, and found that the mouth of the bottle was locked, even if the whole bottle was turned upside down, the water in it would not spill out.

The novelty in her eyes was undisguised, and Ye Xianqiu's eyes flickered with a smile.

He said slowly: "I have a general understanding of your situation, so listen to me next?"

Rong Qingman nodded and sat upright.

Ye Xianqiu's voice was very gentle, and her tone was unhurried: "The place I live in is called modern times, and the things you used to live in are basically available here, but the methods of use, appearance and names are different.

Let’s take the place where we live now as an example. Your place is called an inn, and this place is called a hotel. "

Rong Qingman nodded slightly, and silently wrote it down.

Ye Xianqiu continued: "For us who live in modern times, your current attire is that of ancient people. The distance and connection between modern and ancient times is vertical, not horizontal."

"Portrait and landscape?"

"For example, yesterday and today are vertical, but today outside the window and today inside the house are horizontal."

"...That's it."

Rong Qingman seemed to vaguely understand what he meant.

In other words, the place she came to after her death was not an extension of the land under her feet as she thought, but a time point in the torrent of history that she was not familiar with.

There is a way to cross the horizontal.

But vertical ones cannot.

In other words, she couldn't go home!

This recognition made Rong Qingman's face turn ugly.

Ye Xianqiu was afraid that she would think too much, so he comforted him: "You can stay here with peace of mind, and we will slowly figure out a way to go home."

Rong Qingman lowered his eyes: "Yes."

Ye Xianqiu's eyes fell on her, after thinking for a while, he went to the window and made a phone call.

When he came back again, he said, "Come on, let me teach you how to use the things in this house first."

Rong Qingman got up obediently.

Ye Xianqiu took her to the bathroom first.

Originally, it was a bit private, and he was afraid that she would be ashamed, but if he asked the hotel staff to come and teach her, he was worried that she would mind other people's strange eyes, so he finally decided to go to battle in person.

"This bathtub is the same as the bathtub in ancient times, but you can take a shower here." As he said, he turned on the switch for Rong Qingman to see: "This small bag is opened here, and the things inside are used to wash hair , and the other is clean."

Hearing the word "clean body", Rong Qingman's face turned slightly red.

After explaining the functions and usage of the sink and toilet, Ye Xianqiu gave her the bathrobe and towel and put them on the shelf next to the shower, and even prepared the non-slip slippers.

As soon as I was done, I heard the doorbell ring.

Rong Qingman looked curiously at the source of the sound.

Ye Xianqiu spoke at the right time: "This is the sound of the doorbell. It rings, which means that someone is looking for you outside the door, but don't just open the door when you hear this sound."

He pointed to the cat's eye on the door: "Look here first, only those you know can open it."

"Uh-huh."

Rong Qingman secretly made a note in his heart that only Mr. Ye could open the door.

After all, for the so-called "people she knows", she only knows him here.

She moved two steps back and stood behind Ye Xianqiu.

When he opened the door, due to the angle, she didn't see anyone coming, but heard a rather frivolous male voice: "Axian, what's the matter? You actually asked me to help buy clothes for girls in the middle of the night!"

Ye Xianqiu took it: "Thank you, goodbye."

When the words fell, he decisively closed the door.

I don't know if the hotel's sound insulation is too good or the people outside the door know that even if they shout, it will be fruitless. It is quiet outside, and there is no sound at all.

Ye Xianqiu had two bags in his hand, and he handed the big one to Rong Qingman: "Sorry, it's too late, I can't buy the one you're wearing.

Make it up tonight, and I'll take you out to buy what you like tomorrow during the day. "

"Thank you."

Rong Qingman took the bag and walked to the bathroom.

Ye Xianqiu was supposed to leave, but he was worried that she didn't know what happened and fell in the bathroom, so he sat in the living room and waited for her.

Fortunately, he opened a suite, so it wouldn't be too embarrassing.

While waiting for Rong Qingman to come out, Ye Xianqiu installed a calling card on the mobile phone she asked Zhuang Mu to buy, and adjusted some basic settings for her.

There is a time of ten minutes before and after.

Ye Xianqiu took a small notebook to write and draw on it, and recorded how to use all the facilities in this room, with pictures and texts.

In the blink of an eye, another ten minutes passed.

The sound of water in the bathroom had stopped.

But after a few minutes, no one came out from inside, Ye Xianqiu couldn't help feeling strange.

Could it be that he fainted inside?
After thinking about it, he finally got up and walked to the bedroom.

The bedroom door was ajar, he knocked twice: "Miss Rong?"

No one in there should answer.

He opened the door and walked in, but sure enough, he was still in the bathroom.

He knocked on the bathroom door again: "Miss Rong? Are you okay? "

"……Um."

Rong Qingman's voice sounded softly.

A few seconds later, the bathroom door was opened from the inside with a "click", and a puff of hot and humid air rushed in.

Ye Xianqiu took two steps back in a gentlemanly way, his gaze slightly shifted to the other place: "I saw that you haven't come out, so come and have a look."

"I... this clothes..."

Rong Qingman only opened the door a crack, she was wearing the white bathrobe that Ye Xianqiu gave her before, she remembered that he said that she could wear this after taking a shower.

But under the bathrobe, there was nothing left.

The things in the bag that Ye Xianqiu gave her were a bit weird.

Some of them she doesn’t know what to use, and some of them she would never wear out even if she died.

Ye Xianqiu was puzzled: "What happened to the clothes?"

Rong Qingman shook his head, and handed the whole bag back: "Thank you, but I'll just wear my original clothes."

Ye Xianqiu took it, glanced subconsciously, and froze on the spot.

What's inside...how could it be sexy underwear? !

Mr. Xiaoye naturally didn't know that what Zhuang Mu bought was a set of sexy underwear.

Rong Qingman didn't know what they were using for, but what she would never wear out was a gauze skirt as thin as cicada's wings.

Clothes are clothes, but not serious.

Ye Xianqiu's face sank like water, but the tips of her ears were strangely red.

He frowned: "Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude to you, this is..."

Rong Qingman shook his head lightly: "I know."

If he was such a frivolous person, he wouldn't be able to make such a big circle. He already knew her life experience completely, and if he really wanted to be frivolous with her, he wouldn't care and respect her everywhere.

Thinking about it, it was his friend who made up his own mind.

Ye Xianqiu: "I'll go out for a while, is it okay for you to be alone?"

She shook her head.

She had watched carefully when he opened the door just now, and she knew how to open that door, and she also remembered that he had told him to check through the small hole before opening the door to see if the person who came was acquainted.

"Stay here and don't go anywhere, I'll be back soon." After speaking, Ye Xianqiu turned and left, feeling like the wind was blowing under her feet.

Looking at his tall and straight back, Rong Qingman faintly felt that he seemed unhappy.

It's just that she can't figure out why.

Is he angry because she caused him trouble again, or is he upset because his friend nearly ruined his reputation by taking it upon himself?
But then again, what are those straps for?With curly hair?

Rong Qingman thought for a while but felt that it didn't look like it, it looked like a net.

But the gap is too big, and it can't be caught with a net.

After a long time, when Miss Rong fully integrated into the modern life, when she finally knew that those straps were used to put on people, she was so ashamed that she didn't let Ye Xianqiu into the bedroom for three whole days.

(End of this chapter)