Nuwa's rebirth school beauty

Chapter 7 Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf Ringtones 8
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Shang Yue's face became even uglier.

The voices of the two people talking were extremely low, but Shang Han could hear them clearly.

Raising eyebrows, swollen face to pretend to be fat.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening when Shang Han returned to the presidential suite. She usually eats supper at this time, and of course today is no exception.

After chewing the unfinished lollipops on the plane, I caught a glimpse of a bottle of good Lafite on the balcony, took a few sips, took a short rest, and went downstairs.

The Casablanca Hotel provides meals 24 hours a day, and the presidential suite can be delivered by someone. Thinking that staying in the room is too boring, I still insist on walking a few more steps to eat the buffet.

When she was about to finish eating, a large group of bodyguards in black suits poured into the hotel, one every few meters, enclosing layers of protection layer after layer, full of posture.

Some people who finished the buffet wanted to go back to the hotel, but they were immediately stopped for a series of interrogations. Fortunately, Shang Han had the habit of bringing things with him when he went out, so after checking, he was able to avoid being checked like skins.

But what she didn't expect was that the staff of the hotel came to inform her to change the room for an unknown reason.

Refunded the money for her suite, added some compensation, and arranged another member room for her.

Things looked perfect to outsiders, but she was almost forced to accept the whole process.

I have to say that today is not conducive to going out, the flight was delayed, the road hit an idiot, the suite was returned, all the unlucky things came together.

Shang Han entered the member room, and was boasting that he did not forget to bring his things when he went out, but now he found that his mobile phone, schoolbag and language books had been left in the presidential suite.

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When the people above called to announce, the dark crowd had already entered the hotel. The time was too fast, and almost all the staff of the Casablanca Hotel were dispatched to receive, and some people quickly tidied up the room.

In just 2 minutes, the venue is too big, spanning the entire floor, and it has to be done before that person comes, just enough to put things back in place.

The registration personnel at the front desk quickly cleared up the information about Shang Han's stay in the hotel's presidential suite, and wiped off his sweat.

Their hotel has only one presidential suite, and the only one is the most luxurious in New York.The mysterious big man that the superiors refused to disclose came to visit almost once in a few years, so she dared to let people move in today. Who knew that there would be such a coincidence in the world, just in time, it would scare her heart out up.

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Huang Fuwen entered the presidential suite, waved away a group of bodyguards, and sat alone on the balcony. Lafite from 1787 and a wine glass were placed on the rattan table.

Poured a glass of red wine, looked at the sea surface shining like scales with hawk-like eyes, raised his head, and finished drinking.

His brows furrowed quietly.

This cup is different from the past, it has a faint taste of fructose.

Strawberry?
Huang Fuwen threw Lafite and the cup into the trash can, his eyes were cold, a call was made, and the front desk and logistics staff immediately lost their jobs.

After watching the night scene for a while, I went back to my room and lay down on the bed after being tired all day.

As soon as he fell down, something pressed on his back, got up, pulled the quilt away, a small squashed yellow cartoon schoolbag, a spoken book, and a mobile phone.

Huangfuwen frowned, and he was fired, but he didn't take the next step. He will ask someone to clean it up tomorrow.

Not long after, the phone rang and vibrated, playing the theme song of Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf (spoofed by Shang Xiao while Shang Han was not paying attention), and the serial pursuit was like a urging, over and over again.

(End of this chapter)