Chapter 8 (1/2)
“OK！”
With a circle gesture, Cao Xiaolei continued to do the exercises.
As soon as Liu Weiwei's window closes and the curtain closes, he squats on the ground and kneads his knees and elbows. He's grinning in pain, crying for his father and mother, and biting his teeth without humming. This kind of suffering can definitely kill the movie king.
Apply Yunnan Baiyao and rest till eleven o'clock.
Changing into a simple suit, Cao Xiaolei opens the door and goes out. He happens to meet Liu Weiwei, who is going to the bathroom. The other party squints her big eyes and asks suspiciously, ”why do you go there in the middle of the night?”
”I eat too many tomatoes. I can't sleep. Go out for a walk.”
”Er...”
Liu Weiwei got goose bumps when she thought of someone's dirty way of eating tomatoes. She quickly went back to the house and closed the door tightly. Then she looked at the clock. It's not that bad thing for a man to go out.
After a scorn of cursing, she found herself in a puzzled heart, and had no sleep. Rather baffling, she had to open the tablet computer and watch the bubble show.
Located in a remote street in Lishan City, the ores hotel itself is a European style hotel with no star, but it has the same decoration as the Kremlin.
Last month, an incident that shocked the Lishan press came out of this unknown hotel.
A tourist died in the guest room.
Although the incident ended with the death's heart attack, after such bad events and speculation, the light business of the hotel is becoming worse and worse.
”Have a room, miss.”
”Hello, beauty, wake up?”
”Huhu...”
After several polite soft calls, Peugeot's receptionist at the front desk finally returns to reality from her dream. If it wasn't for Cao Xiaolei's eye addiction when she was asleep, he would definitely have reflected the matter to the hotel manager.
Excuse me, sir. Would you like a standard room or a single room, an executive suite or a presidential suite
”Standard room. Can I get a discount?”
”Yes, it's vacant. You can choose one.”
Pretending to be a hillbilly, Cao Xiaolei sticks to the receptionist for a long time on the discount issue. Although he doesn't cut down the price, he asks for two bottles of drinks. At last, he touched the key of a room, and the receptionist's face immediately appeared surprised, but then she returned to her true color with a smile.
”Did you... Hear about that?”
”You mean that, sir? Do you want to book a meal, a plane ticket or a taxi
”No, I mean this... See?”
Cao Xiaolei smiles vaguely and poses. The receptionist understands and blushes. ”You go back to the room first, and I'll contact you later.”
”OK, don't cheat me with inferior products. I want you to do that.”
The color fan glances at the front desk lady, and Cao Xiaolei goes upstairs with a bad smile.
”Men have no good things!”
Seeing that he had lost his shadow, the front desk lady murmured and looked at herself. She was narcissistic. She turned her big eyes around and broadcast a phone call, ”Sister Li, you're coming. You like to have a good figure. You can go to room 222 directly. Pay attention to the price. This guy is very stingy.”
”Room 222? Isn't that a murderous house? ”
The voice of a woman filled with wonder came from the microphone.
”What are you afraid of? I'm not afraid to find someone who doesn't know. When I see a beautiful woman, I don't bother to disturb her. Ha ha. ”
Hang up the phone, yawn, the receptionist sat on the chair and dozed off again.