Chapter 17 (1/2)

The deep eyes of mindfulness stare at the positive and false models and follow the caring Lin yishallow behind mindfulness Jia, and gently hook the lips.

”I'm afraid you haven't met a man with a good temper.”

His voice sounded light and pleasant, even mixed with an imperceptible taste of doting.

Did he hear it wrong?

Zite helps to turn his head and look at the deep thought, but what he can see is the white eyes cast by the deep thought.

Well So it's his delusion?

Lin Yiqian enters the hotel and sees mindfulness go to the elevator. She hesitates and chases up. ”My friend booked a room here, so he won't be with you.”

She said it after thinking deeply. Then she lowered her head and walked away from thinking deeply.

Just as an elevator door opened, she went in at one end.

The figure in a hurry seems to be eager to see someone.

When mindfulness came to the door of the elevator, the door was just closed, and he clenched his fist tightly.

Zite helped him to think for a while, shivering, and asked, ”boss, do you want me to check which room my wife lives in?”

asked, ”are you free?”

Zit helped to shrink his neck, wondering.

His little reactions clearly care about the new lady. Does he have a wrong understanding?

The boss's mind is really too hard to figure out.

……

Out of the elevator, Lin Yi shallow just a sigh of relief, she is very careful, carefully confirmed around, just rang the doorbell.

”My small idea, you can count it.”