Jiaotai, the richest man in the right door

Chapter 90 090: It's okay to have more trouble like this
Ning Guiwan woke up late, it was already the next day.

Sunlight fell on her face through the glass, and the moment her consciousness came back, the memory of last night also came back together.

After she finished saying, "I'm going to bully you sooner or later, it's better now", and then began to unbutton the buttons in front of me.

But got stuck at the first step.

She won't take the brooch with the black pearl inlaid on it.

It can't be said that she can't, her brain can, but her hands don't cooperate.

It may be that her hands were tossing under his neck for a long time, the man held her hand impatiently, his voice was almost blown away by the sea breeze: "Go back to the room and do it slowly, okay?"

Ning Guiwan was coaxed and nodded her head, her feet were so soft that she couldn't walk, Quan Yu picked her up.

The last moment of memory, stays in the man holding her back to the cabin...

I felt lucky and disappointed when I touched the intact clothes under the quilt. It would be great if I could be unconscious.

"woke up?"

A cold voice interrupted her dreams.

Ning Guiwan was stunned, and sat up, aiming for a layout similar to her room, the same old-fashioned dark gray color, but also different.

This room is much larger than hers and Li Yang's, and the windows are in different directions.

Quan Yu was sitting in the sunlight in front of the window, with a gray wooden low table and a gray sofa. The sunlight cut into pieces by the window edge fell on the man's face, on his black shirt, and on the small collar collar. On the collar pin.

The man unfolded a newspaper in his hand, and the eyes that looked at it were floating, and the tips of the eyelashes turned golden yellow.

Her coats were hanging on the hanger, next to Quan Yu's coats, one red and one black, lightly touching each other.

"Uncomfortable?" Ning Guiwan saw him close the newspaper, put it casually on the low table, get up and walk towards this side.

On his feet are a pair of light gray cotton slippers that complement the environment, and he has a very leisurely and casual posture.

"Do you have a headache?" Quan Yu bent over, propping up the bed with one hand, in a posture accommodating her, and put the other hand on her forehead.

When Ning Guiwan saw him talking, the Adam's apple above the collar pin moved slightly.

The black pearls on the collar pins glowed.

"Drinking stupid?" The man's finger bone knocked his forehead.

Slightly hurt, Ning Guiwan raised her eyes and met his eyes.

There was a slight smile in those dark brown peach eyes.

Quan Yu straightened up, walked a few steps to the side, picked up the receiver of the landline in the room and told the housekeeper to bring in breakfast and hangover tea.

He speaks American English, with a standard fluent pronunciation and a low voice, which sounds unique.

After hanging up the phone, he went back to the window and sat down, "Go wash up and eat something later."

After speaking, he picked up the newspaper again and didn't read Ning Guiwan again.

Ning Guiwan found his shoes on the ground and put them on.

She wanted to leave, but if she didn't come back all night, Li Yang must be in a hurry.

But she can't just go out like this, she must be looking terrible at the moment.

The bathroom is on the man's left. Ning Guiwan brushed her hair, walked over, and said, "Last night... I didn't trouble Uncle Yu, did I?"

Quan Yu looked up from the newspaper, looked at her for a moment, and said something unrelated to her question, "What did you call me?"

Ning Guiwan was slightly taken aback.

Recalling the day when he agreed more than a month ago, he said that he could no longer be called uncle.

"Sorry." Ning Guiwan smiled, "Brother."

Call very generously.

Let go than the first time.

After hearing this, Quan Yu's expression didn't change, he just leaned his body back on the sofa, and tapped his fingers unconsciously, "It's okay to have more trouble like this."

……

There was clearly a provocative meaning in the words, but his face was serious, Ning Guiwan couldn't say anything other than laughing.

The bathroom is huge, with a bathtub, used towels and bath towels are hung on the shelf next to it, a razor, an electric toothbrush, and a few bottles of personal toiletries are placed on the black marble washstand, not the kind provided by cruise ships .

In the dirty clothes basket under the washstand, there was a black lump, without looking closely, one could guess that it was Quan Yu's changed clothes.

There are traces of that man everywhere.

Ning Guiwan stood in front of the mirror, looking at herself inside.

After the hangover, his face looked a little haggard. Yesterday's makeup hadn't been removed in time, and he fainted a little, which added a bit of morbid beauty.

Such a face...

Sometimes it is also a burden.

While brushing her teeth, she heard a knock on the door outside, very urgent.

Then there was the sound of Quan Yu's footsteps walking towards the door, and then the sound of the door opening and closing. He should have gone out, and the room fell silent.

Ning Guiwan tidied herself up, only to see an empty room when she came out.

Suddenly there was another knock on the door.

Ning Guiwan's nerves tensed all of a sudden, and he looked towards the door, not knowing whether to answer or not. While hesitating, an English sentence came from outside: "Ma'am, breakfast is here, is it convenient for you to come in?"

Every room in the first-class cabin has a butler, and Ning Guiwan's heart fell back into his chest.

"come in."

The butler opened the door and moved aside, followed by the waiter pushing the dining cart in.

Quan Yu asked her to prepare a Chinese breakfast, several kinds of porridge and snacks, and a pot of tea to hangover.

"Madam, please take your time." The butler poured the tea for her, with his right forearm across his abdomen and his left behind his back, bowing slightly, looking like a well-trained western butler.

"I'm not..." Ning Guiwan wanted to explain his identity, but in the middle of the sentence, he felt that it was unnecessary, so he changed his words: "Where is Mr. Quan?"

"I was talking to a lady in the corridor." The butler replied politely.

Ning Guiwan nodded and didn't ask any more questions, Quan Yu's coat was still on the shelf, the person looking for him should be an acquaintance.

Can't help but think of Li Yang.

The cruise ship is huge, but the space in the first class cabin is limited after all, and Quan Yu is always followed by bodyguards, so it is easy for Li Yang to find out.

She was carried back by Quan Yu last night.

Maybe Li Yang already knew...

Zheng was in a state of confusion, the door was pushed open from the outside, the sunlight was too strong, the door was dim, and Quan Yu's figure appeared in the dim light and shadow, tall and slender.

Li Yang followed behind him.

Li Yang's hair was messy, pajama pants and slippers were on his legs and feet, and he had no makeup on, as if he had hurriedly put on a coat and went out.

His complexion was not good, his eye circles were swollen, and his nose was also red.

Li Yang has always loved beauty, and when he goes out to meet people, he must tidy himself up beautifully, this is the first time he described it.

"Li Yang..." Ning Guiwan put down the teacup and stood up, a little anxious, brown tea juice splashed out of the cup, she wanted to explain, but couldn't.

Not returning home all night, but having breakfast in Quan Yu's room, this situation cannot be resolved no matter what.

"You're so worried about me..." Li Yang's lips trembled a few times, as if trying to hold back, but he finally couldn't hold back, and started to cry: "I thought something happened to you, you scared me to death..."

What came to him was not the imaginary questioning, but concern, Ning Guiwan's heart warmed, and he wiped away Li Yang's tears, "I'm sorry..."

Quan Yu took his coat, put on his leather shoes and went out, leaving room for the two girls.

　Just one update today, see you tomorrow.

　　A certain Yao is very nervous, not knowing what will happen to the results when it will be released tomorrow...

　　No matter what, I will finish writing this book well, presenting everything I have sketched in my heart, and then regroup and start all over again...

　　muah.

　　
　
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