Twelve thirty in the morning.
The car slowly stopped at the hotel gate.
Xu Dong tilted his head. "The Yu General Hotel is here."
Yutingchuan hand rubbed his temples in the past a long time pushed open the door.
One night, the whole Song Dynasty seemed to fall into insomnia and close her eyes, but her consciousness was particularly clear. It seems that it was a long time ago that she just turned over and slammed the door in the dark.
It’s not ringing the doorbell, it’s really patting the door
Even grandma was awakened.
"What’s the matter?" The old man turned on the light.
Song city has sat up to make sure that it was their room that immediately went to bed. I don’t know if it was lying for a long time that caused the brain to be confused or if she believed in the public security of a four-star hotel.
See YuTingChuan she froze in situ.
Several tenants in the corridor have been swearing.
Song Qingcheng hasn’t thought about what’s going on yet. Yu Tingchuan directly stretched out his hand and pulled people into his arms and firmly hugged the heavy alcohol. Almost consciously, she raised her hand to hold the man’s waist. Yu Tingchuan buried her head and opened her mouth with her hair down. "Come home with me when it’s enough, do you hear?"
☆ Chapter 165 Do I look very old?
Because of this sudden Tathagata hug for a long time, Song Qingcheng didn’t return to absolute being.
Yu Tingchuan closed his eyes and put his arm around her waist and gradually gained strength. Perhaps because he drank too much, most of his body weight made Song Qingcheng bear the other hand to rub her bony shoulder blades. "I like to stay in a hotel, get a suite and live as long as I want."
Talking braved the blue bar and rubbed against the back of her ear.
Song Qingcheng tightened his shirt in his suit, and his brain didn’t want to just stand like Woodenhead for a short time.
The old lady came up behind her in a coat.
Seeing a man holding his granddaughter, the old man was surprised to see who asked, "Why are you still here in the early morning?"
Song whole turned to look at grandma embarrassed "as if drunk"
The old lady frowned at this.
"He usually has dinner parties at night." Song Qingcheng knew that grandma didn’t like alcoholics and explained that "he had a business dinner last night."
Grandma looked at her deeply. "You know it all."
Song Qingcheng couldn’t say that he had met his secret reason, even if she told the old lady, she wouldn’t necessarily believe it.
Yutingchuan suddenly let go of her bow to kiss her lips.
Holding her by the waist, the big hand is slippery and not heavy, holding her petals.
This is a small move when two people make out.
But it’s really inappropriate to do it now
Section 12
Song city thinking about grandma’s field cheeks are getting hotter and hotter, and the heart is beating faster. Nai can’t resist Yu Tingchuan’s efforts to stop it. The old lady can’t see him. Meng Langhang’s face is red and white. It’s too difficult to scold because of knowledge. "Where is his secret assistant?" At any rate, the boss of a big company is so drunk that there is no accompanying person? "
Just at this moment, the housekeeping manager arrived with a walkie-talkie
I think I just received a complaint from a guest.
Song Qingcheng didn’t want to be educated in the middle of the night to pull Yutingchuan into the room, and then grandma at the door saw her pick up her mouth and obviously didn’t agree with it.
"I’ll call his assistant later"
Song Qingcheng said to let Yutingchuan lie on his bed and rest first.
I have to wash my hands and twist the towel.
But I just turned around and my wrist was caught.
Yu Tingchuan sat on the bedside and opened his eyes even though he was slightly drunk, but he still cleared away the air. "Don’t go yet, I have something to ask you."
The whole song dynasty looked at one side and grandma’s hand struggled a little. "I told you that I called Xu’s assistant and asked him to pick you up."
I finally got rid of her hand, and she kept turning into washing her hands.
Tap water is running in the washbasin.
After a long time, Song Qingcheng reached into warm water and picked up a towel to wring out the water stains.
Going out again, I found Yu Tingchuan leaning against the pillow like sleeping in the past.
Song city walked to the bed and watched his face outline hale and hearty facial features. At some distance, he also smelled alcohol and wiped his face. Then he picked up his left hand hanging from the bed and turned it over to wipe his palm with a wet towel. After the left hand was wiped, he leaned over to help him wipe his right hand.
After that, she put the towel on the bedside table and helped him take off his shoes and coat.
Grandma hasn’t slept yet. No matter how sleepy she is at night, she is also stirred up. Looking at her granddaughter’s busy figure, the old lady sighed in her heart, and some words didn’t say again after all.
Hotel rooms are turned on all year round.
Song Qingcheng was just about to take Yu Tingchuan. He suddenly looked at her with his eyes slightly open and casually asked, "Do I look very old?"
"…" The whole song dynasty clutched the quilt corner and didn’t know how to answer it at the moment.
It’s not old at all
Thirty is the age when men are in the limelight.
Then grandma got up to wash her hands.
The whole song dynasty was stared at by him. After all, there was no silence and the low answer was "No".
Yu Tingchuan still held her little hand and slowly said, "Is there a child who is older than you?"
The word "I don’t want to say I’m always worried about my own decision" stuck in my throat.
Yutingchuan didn’t speak again. He stared at her with such gentle eyes. The fundus seemed to be still overflowing with a deep feeling. Song Qingcheng thought that he was really drunk and slowly withdrew his hand.
At this moment, she remembered the scene when they met for the first time.