64: C64 He Was Slapped in the Face

C64 He Was Slapped in the Face

After settling the check-in procedures at the front desk, Tang Qingge took the room card to the elevator. The elevator came up from the basement of the underground garage. With a ding, the elevator door opened and the flag that Tang Qingge had just built collapsed.

"Boss Bo, what a coincidence."

Haha, what kind of ridiculous fate is this?!

The people in the elevator were not Bo Qichen and Ding Yan. Tang Qingge stood at the entrance of the elevator with a smile on her face. Bo Qichen stared at her smiling face with cold eyes. He could not help but think about the smile that she had just said that she would go back tonight even if she had to die. Even if she could not go back, Lu Jingxi would still help her go back.

It seemed like no one was going to help her.

She pursed her lips slightly.

Tang Qingge wanted to find a hole to hide in.

Ding Yan saw that it was Tang Qingge and was amused. He could not help but scold her in a strange way without caring about his image. "Miss Tang, are you going to the elevator? Did you just go through the procedures to stay in the hotel? Don't tell me I guessed correctly that you are going to stay in the hotel? Sigh, but I clearly remember that you didn't say that tonight, even if it means death, even if it means crawling... No matter what, you have to go back?"

Haha, Ding Yan, you are simply a clever little ghost. You can always bring up whatever you want!

Wasn't she standing at the entrance of the elevator just because she wanted to get into the elevator?! Otherwise, what else could it be? Could it be that she wanted to climb up the stairs?

Although a certain person had just set up a flag in front of the big shot, he had to go back even if he had to die. Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, he would be slapped in the face so quickly?

Tang Qingge could not advance or retreat, and now that she was retreating, it seemed to be deliberate. She bit the bullet and hit the horse. "Yes, yes. I was also stunned when I saw that you and Assistant Ding stayed in this hotel. I came in right away. What a coincidence. I didn't expect that we would actually stay in a hotel."

Ding Yan explained gently, "Because this is the property of Bo's Group, Miss Tang."

"Oh, I knew it was such a coincidence. It turns out that we are all family!"

Ding Yan,... ""

Did you just lose your memory? Did you forget what he just said and the flag she set up?

Tang Qingge thick-skinned squeezed into the elevator again. The moment the elevator door closed, a young man wearing a cap hurriedly pressed the elevator button and squeezed in.

"I'm sorry."

The young man accidentally bumped into her and the rain on his body splashed onto her body. Tang Qingge did not mind and said that it was fine. Then she saw the elevator go to the top floor. She followed Bo Qichen out and Ding Yan walked in the opposite direction.

Tang Qingge followed Bo Qichen closely. As she walked, she looked up at the room number. She felt that it was a little strange. Did she live so close to Bo Qichen?

1604

Ah, we're here!

Wait.

Tang Qingge watched helplessly as her boss stopped in front of room 1604. She took out her room card and swiped it. The electronic door opened automatically.

It closed automatically again.

... ""

Tang Qingge, who was holding the room number 1604 card, could not calm down for a long time.

What was going on?

Inside the monitoring room.

Tang Cheng was wearing a beautiful blue suit with a red bowtie around his collar. He looked like a famous detective, and he even wore a pair of electronic glasses. He pressed a button on the frame of the glasses and waved his little hand. He gave the command in a domineering manner.

"Move!"2

And so.

When Tang Qingge quickly went downstairs and thought about what was going on at the front desk, there was no one at the front desk anymore. She looked around for people, but there was not a single waiter in the entire hotel. It was empty. She shouted, Is anyone there? In the end, she could only hear her own reply.

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