779: C779 Han Jing

C779 Han Jing

"Ahh! I'm dead!

Hearing that Ye Ling actually spoke up for her, the front desk girl was even more infatuated. Seeing Ye Ling's gentle gaze, she almost forgot to be reserved and wanted to pounce on him to eat him.

Finally, a suite with three years of time was completed. Only after a full million dollars had been taken away from Chang Gongzi's card did Chang Wuji take back his credit card and leave with the two hot ladies.

It was already too late for Ye Ling to blame him for what had happened. He had no intention of doing what he originally wanted to do.

"You're fired."

After Young Master Chang left, Ye Ling glanced at the supervisor beside him and said. The supervisor's face immediately turned pale and he almost lost his balance. Ye Ling was stunned for a long time and didn't dare to say a word.

"You're not bad."

Ye Ling looked at the little sister on the counter in front of him and said with a smile.

"Ah!" I... Oh, that. Thank you … "Thank you!

Seeing this, the big sister at the front desk was suddenly at a loss for words. After a long while, she finally managed to say a word of thanks. Her face was as hot as an apple, and her thoughts ran wild.

"Young Master Ye is talking to me again, don't tell me he's prepared to talk to me again …!"

"Then I'll agree but not agree. No way, I've never done that kind of thing with a man before, be reserved …"

"Are you interested …"

"I can!"

As soon as Ye Ling opened his mouth, the front desk young sister didn't even think before uttering the words. Without the slightest hesitation, she mustered her courage and looked straight at Ye Ling, her eyes burning with passion: "Um, Ye …" "Young Master Ye, you can ask him to do anything you want."

Ye Ling nodded with a strange expression and said, "Alright, it's settled then. From now on, I'll leave the boss to you."

"Hmm …"

The big sister at the front desk lowered her head, her heart filled with joy and warmth.

Sure enough, Young Master Ye was different. Before he even did anything for him, he already gave him a position of supervisor. It was too warm, he loved Young Master Ye to death!

Ye Ling didn't know what she was thinking in her heart. Otherwise, she would probably vomit three liters of blood. What the hell?

Not long after, Ye Ling was led down to the presidential suite by the front desk sister. Ye Ling carried Holy Maiden to the bedroom, put her on the bed and then went into the living room. When he saw the shy figure still standing in the living room, he couldn't help but be surprised.

"You were waiting for me?"

Ye Ling walked up and asked.

"Mhmm, Ye, Young Master Ye, do I need to do something?"

She didn't have that kind of experience. Plus, she was too nervous at the moment, so her mind was completely blank. She could only stand there in a daze.

"No need. You can go back to work first. I'll tell the higher-ups of the House of the Chaotic Brothel later. After work, you can go report to the HR Department to prepare for your position. I'll call you if there's anything I need."

"Alright!"

The big sister at the front desk answered subconsciously. Then, she felt a bit disappointed.

No matter what, she still had a little bit of expectation from doing that thing with Ye Ling. Even though she saw Ye Ling get a room with a woman, she was still the same, without the slightest bit of jealousy, because Ye Ling liking her was already something she didn't even dare to think about. What else could she ask for?

"Then... "Then I'll take my leave first."

As she spoke, she turned around, but just as she walked a few steps, she seemed to have thought of something. She quickly ran to the side, picked up a pen and paper to write something down, then went back to Ye Ling and handed the paper slip to him.2

"Um …" I... "This is my phone number. If Young Master Ye needs it, he can just call me. I'm always free!"

Ye Ling was surprised for a moment, but he still received the note out of politeness. He nodded and said, "Ok."

"Hm!" "Then I'll leave first. Goodbye, Young Master Ye."

As she spoke, Han Jing covered her flushed face and ran out of the presidential suite. On the way out, she was too agitated and nearly fell over the threshold.

Looking at the other party's reckless back, Ye Ling couldn't help but shake his head. He suddenly didn't know whether he had made her or not, but the supervisor was right or wrong.

After leaving the presidential suite and entering the elevator, Han Jing's hands were tightly clenched in front of her chest. Her mind was filled with all kinds of fantasies she had with Ye Ling, just like a girl in her first love.

At this moment, a bell rang. Han Jing cried out in alarm as she hurriedly looked for her phone.

"Young Master Ye shouldn't have called me, right? Ahhh, hurry, hurry. Where's my phone?"

After panicking for half a second, Han Jing finally pulled out her phone. Looking at the unfamiliar number on the screen, her face suddenly flushed red with excitement as she eagerly picked up the phone, trying to calm herself down. However, her voice still trembled a bit, like a shy little girl, as she lightly bit her lower lip and said, "Hello … It was … Is it Young Master Ye? "

"Who is Young Master Ye?"

However, the next moment, a thick middle-aged voice full of intermediate stage sounded, with a hint of coldness in it.

Hearing this voice, Han Jing's pretty face immediately changed. The warmth and sweetness that permeated her face disappeared at this moment, leaving behind only a faint trace of anger. "Why is it you? Didn't I tell you not to disturb me again? "

"Jingjing, can you not be so childish? Aren't I worried that you'll be bullied if you don't live well outside?"

When the middle-aged man heard Han Jing's slightly angry voice, his tone softened and he said this with an apologetic smile.

"I've said it before, I'm living a good life, and no one bullies me. Besides, even if I sleep in the bridge to pick up trash, it has nothing to do with you. You don't have to be so hypocritical, you will only make me feel disgusted!"

"Jingjing, what did you say? You're my daughter, isn't it natural for me to care about you? "Besides..."

"Shut up!"

Han Jing couldn't help but let out a hysterical shout before the other person finished speaking. She was stunned into silence, unable to speak for a long time.

"Who is your daughter? "My parents died a long time ago, and they were killed by you. I can't forgive you for the rest of my life."

With that, Han Jing hung up the phone. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her good mood had disappeared without a trace.

Suddenly, her cell phone rang again. Anger quickly rose in Han Jing's eyes as she fiercely pressed the answer button. She didn't see whose number it was but placed the phone next to her ear and howled.

"Are you tired or not!?"

After he finished speaking, the other end of the line went silent for a good three seconds. Then, an awkward cough sounded from the other end.

Suddenly, Han Jing realized that something was wrong. Her beautiful eyes widened as she looked at the phone number on the screen. Her heart thumped.

"Um …" "Han Jing, it's me."

At the same time, Ye Ling's voice sounded from the other end of the phone.

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