1312: Steamed bun Yan is missing (1)

Steamed bun Yan is missing (1)

For some reason, Gu nianjia felt a sense of suffocation in her heart as she pouted her lips. After that, she strode out of the room and headed straight to her room.0

She had drunk too much last night and vomited in the middle of the night, so she didn't sleep well. She lay down and played games for a while, then fell asleep unknowingly.

When she woke up and looked at the time, it was already twoo' clock.

Oh my God, why did she sleep for such a long time!

Gu nianjia's eyes widened as she got up from the bed. The first thing she did was to check her phone. There were no missed calls. She then checked WeChat to find that there were no private messages other than messages from a few group chats.

She then looked at the door of the room, which was tightly shut.

Zhang Jingyu had never been here before ... Right?

The thought of Zhang Jingyu came to her mind instinctively, but it was already too late when she realized that she should not be thinking about him.

Bah!

Who cares if he came or not, he must have given the ticket to his old flame's sister.

Anyway, she didn't care about it. If she didn't want to go, then so be it. Her goddess and sister-in-law were best friends. Would she be afraid that she wouldn't have the chance to be intimate with her goddess in the future?

She would definitely be able to attend the next event.

After consoling herself, Gu nianjia removed the duvet and got out of bed. She then went to the bathroom. As she looked around the room, she suddenly felt empty inside.

A sense of loneliness that she had never felt before.

Then, a sense of grievance welled up in her heart, and her eyes couldn't help but tear up. She sniffed hard.

"Let's go home!"

She threw a tantrum at the air and rushed to the head of the bed. She unplugged the phone charger and went to the bathroom to pack her toiletries.

After she had packed her luggage, she dragged her luggage out and was about to leave when someone rang the doorbell.

"Miss Gu?"

"I am."

"Here's a letter for you. "

A letter?

Who sent it?

Gu nianjia frowned as she looked curiously at the letter in the attendant's hand before reaching out to take it.

The waiter bowed to her politely and turned to leave.

Gu nianjia let go of the box with her other hand and leaned against the door. She then opened the envelope and retrieved a piece of cardboard.

She was overjoyed when she saw it!

The ticket was actually a ticket to the goddess 'concert, and it was even a VIP seat.

Did she see it wrong? Am I dreaming?

As Gu nianjia looked at the tickets in her hands, her hands began to tremble with excitement. She could not believe that the tickets were real.

She took out her phone and scanned the QR code below.

The content displayed proved that the ticket was real. She was so happy that she forgot herself and jumped on the spot."Great, that's great."

She pulled her suitcase back to her room and took out her toiletries. She wanted to put on makeup and change into beautiful clothes to attend her goddess 'concert.

……

The concert started at seven and ended at nine. It was a hundred and twenty minutes long, and it was also the longest concert in Catwoman's history.

Gu nianjia spent two hours dolling herself up in the hotel room before heading to the salon to get a haircut.

She had to admit that Zhang Jingyu was a very thoughtful person sometimes. He was so thoughtful that he even brought along the four hundred thousand Yuan bag that Catwoman had given her when he was packing her luggage.

She specially carried that bag and walked into the capital Stadium confidently.

The stadium was packed with people both inside and outside.

There were more than 40 security checkpoints, thousands of security guards, and police officers.

As Gu nianjia was seated in the VIP section, the security check was relatively faster. After entering the venue, it was not as crowded as before.

She was in Zone C and had entered from the second entrance.

"Jiajia."

As Gu nianjia was looking for her seat, she suddenly heard a familiar voice. She frowned and did not want to respond to the voice.

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