Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

In the living room, only Cheng Qingcong and Qin Nan were left.

Qin Yinan is still the same. When Cheng Qingcong is a stranger, he leans on the floor-to-ceiling window and plays with his mobile phone.

Cheng Qingcong stood at the door of the suite and waited for the rules.

It's just that Cheng Qingcong today peeked at Qin Yinan from time to time, as if struggling with something, trying to walk towards him without courage.

Time passed by, and Mr. Smith in the bedroom was still answering the phone.

Cheng Qingcong clenched into a fist, if she did not go to Yin Qin now, and waited until he had sent away Mr. Smith, she might not have a chance to see him.

But... he hated her so much, even if she asked him for help, he was afraid that it was just full of disdain and ridicule.

Cheng Qingcong took a quiet half step towards the south of Qin Station, and finally shrank back.

After another five minutes, Mr. Smith came out of the bedroom, Cheng Qingchun put on a polite smile again, and sent Mr. Smith and Qin Yinan all the way to leave.

Back at the office, Cheng Qingcong received a text message from her mother returning to Beijing from Europe. She left her phone in agitated mood and lay aside on the table, staring out of the window with anxiety.

She still tells her mother about the divorce honestly, it is not easy to call, just send a text message...

Cheng Qingcong picked up the phone and stared at the screen, struggling for a while and struck it on the keyboard. Before typing a few words, the office door was knocked open. It was the one where Mr. Smith lived. The room attendant, holding a watch in his hand: "Manager Cheng, the tenant has left something behind."

Cheng Qingcong hurriedly put down her mobile phone and picked up her watch. She often saw Mr. Smith these days. She knew that this was his watch. She was afraid to pick it up and play it when she just answered the phone. Cheng Qingcong quickly found Mr. Smith's phone and dialed it to remind her that she had shut down.

Did the plane take off?

Cheng Qingcong continued to dial one, or turned off, and finally struggled for a while, so he had to press Qin Nanan's mobile number on the landline.

The phone was quickly connected, and a warm voice from south of Qin came: "Hello, south of Qin."

Cheng Qingcong couldn't remember how long she had been, and she didn't hear Qin Yinan's voice speak loudly and arrogantly. She was holding the microphone, and she was in a trance.

"Hello, may I ask you..."

Cheng Qingcong looked back and hurriedly politely opened his mouth in the phone: "Hello, Mr. Qin, I am from Four Seasons Hotel..."

Before Cheng Qingcong's words were finished, Yinan Qin interrupted her words coldly: "Is something wrong?"

Cheng Qingcong felt a dull ache. He held the phone and controlled his tone diligently. He said softly: "We just found Mr. Smith's lost watch when we were cleaning the room. I called his cell phone, but It has been shut down, so I can only contact you..."

Cheng Qingcong paused and said, "Mr. Qin, do you think you told us Mr. Smith's address, we can send it to him conveniently? Or we give you, you are handing over to Mr. Smith..."

"After half an hour, you will go out of Four Seasons Hotel." Qin Yinan's tone was lukewarm and he dropped a few words and hung up the phone directly.

Cheng Qingcong took two seconds to understand the meaning of Qin Yinan.