Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Cheng Qingcong's breath fell down subconsciously when Yinan Qin met her eyes.

In order to ensure the quality of service, Cheng Qingshang tried to let himself ignore the feeling of sore chest, adjust his emotions at the fastest speed, raise his eyelids, and said hello politely and politely to South Qin: "Hello, Sir.

She didn't call Mr. Qin.

He said that he did not want to have any connection with her.

He is not staying at the Four Seasons Hotel tonight. She does not have his information here, so she chose the most conservative title, sir.

Qin Yinan didn't respond to her greetings at all, and even her voice hadn't settled yet, he turned his eyes lightly and talked to Mr. Smith.

His appearance, from beginning to end, as if she were an insignificant person.

But yes, she is indeed an insignificant person to him.

During working hours, Cheng Qingcong did not have much time to alleviate the sadness and sudden encounter in her heart. She tried her best to let herself ignore Qin Yinan, turned around, took a calm step, and led Mr. Smith and Qin Yi. South walked towards the VIP elevator.

Stepping into the elevator, Cheng Qingcong swipes and presses the top number.

On the way up the elevator, Yinan Qin and Mr. Smith had been talking. Cheng Qingliong, lips raised, just like a wooden man, standing on the foot of the elevator without saying a word.

Reaching the top floor, the elevator door opened, and Cheng Qingcong took another sign of welcoming. After Mr. Smith and Qin Nan walked out of the elevator, she followed, then surpassed them, and walked to the room 1111, swiped the room card, and pushed open Door, invite them in.

Cheng Qingcong stood at the door without leaving anxiously, asking politely: "Mr. Smith, do you need something to drink?"

Mr. Smith shook his head and pointed to the bathroom, indicating that he would take a bath first, and then glanced south of Qin. Probably thinking that he would wait for himself, he asked, "Mr. Qin, would you like to drink something?"

South of Qin glanced in the direction of Cheng Qingcong Station, but what he said was returned to Mr. Smith: "Coffee."

Mr. Smith turned his head and said to Cheng Qingcong: "A cup of coffee, thank you."

Cheng Qingchun said with a smile: "Okay."

As she prepared to pull the door and leave, Mr. Smith shouted to her: "Oh, forget, help me prepare for supper."

"Okay, Mr. Smith." Cheng Qingcong hurried into the room, took the menu on the desk, and handed it to Mr. Smith: "Will you have something to eat, Mr. Smith?"

Mr. Smith simply glanced at the menu and put it down. While returning to the green question, he opened the cabinet and took out a pair of slippers: "Set B."

"Okay, Mr. Smith." After a pause, Cheng Qingcong asked again: "Is it for dinner in the room, or to go to the restaurant?"

With that said, Cheng Qingcong took over the slippers in Mr. Smith's hands, helped to open the plastic bag outside, and placed the slippers neatly at Smith's feet.

Leaning on the table, standing south of Qin, not far away, looking at Cheng Qingli's respectful look, he frowned.

"restaurant."

"Okay, Mr. Smith, supper is over. I will send someone to call you."

As Cheng Qingcong stood up, Qin Yinan casually skimmed his head and looked out the window.