“Crash…”
The floor-length curtains were drawn open, and the morning sun shone onto the big bed. The eyelids of the beautiful young man who had curled himself up like a silkworm on the bed twitched, and then he slowly opened his eyes. His confused eyes were like crystals covered with mist.
I blinked, but the confusion did not subside. Where is this?
The decorations around him were too unfamiliar, and Ouyang Qianran, who was still a little dizzy, seemed to be unable to react. Then a low and familiar voice sounded in his ears.
"woke up?"
The pupils on one side of Ouyang Qianran's face suddenly dilated. The man standing beside the bed with his back to the light was unusually tall. His cold and familiar face and the low and cold pressure around him were like an ice cave, which almost made Ouyang Qianran unable to breathe.
"Lingying... Lu?"
His throat was dry and his voice was hoarse, and Ouyang Qianran was confused.
"Why are you here?" Ouyang Qianran asked reflexively.
The shiny black leather shoes made a loud sound as they stepped on the smooth floor. Ling Yingyue walked to the sofa opposite the bed and sat down with his legs crossed. He looked like a king and said coldly, "I should be the one asking you this."
Ouyang Qianran sat up from the bed, the quilt covering his body slipped off, and his open nightgown revealed his white chest. Even though there was heating in the room, Ouyang Qianran couldn't help shaking. It's so cold.
Looking around again, he found that all the furnishings were unfamiliar. Although they were equally gorgeous, Ouyang Qianran was very sure that this was not the room he lived in. Thinking of what Ling Yingyue had said just now, Ouyang Qianran couldn't help but show surprise and asked Ling Yingyue, "Is this your room? Why am I here?"
Although his head was still a little dizzy, Ouyang Qianran's memory had almost returned. He remembered that yesterday was his birthday. In order to help him celebrate his birthday, Ouyang Qianxiong and others took time out of their busy schedules to rush over from home to help him celebrate his birthday.
And there were fans. Those lovely fans gave him many gifts. Then, Ouyang Qianran happily drank a few glasses of champagne, and then he seemed to get up and take a bath. Finally...
Ouyang Qianran rubbed his temples. Oh no, he was drunk last night and seemed to have some memory loss.
"Forgot?" Seeing Ouyang Qianran's difficulty in remembering, Ling Yinglu kindly reminded him, "You walked here by yourself yesterday."
"I walked here by myself?" How was that possible? Ouyang Qianran was a little unconvinced. He looked at the small hotel sign on the bedside table. Room 888? Isn’t this the presidential suite opposite the room he lives in? Ling Yingluo actually lives opposite him?
Seeing Ouyang Qianran's disbelief, Ling Yinglu looked at him coldly and said, "You can watch the surveillance."
Watch surveillance? Seeing Ling Yingyue's stupor, Ouyang Qianran couldn't help but believe it, and said awkwardly: "No need, that... I'm sorry, maybe I drank a lot yesterday and walked into the wrong room in a daze."
While apologizing, Ouyang Qianran got out of bed, put on his slippers, and tightened his bathrobe. When he faced Ling Yingyue again, he felt a little awkward.
"Thank you for taking me in last night... I have a show this afternoon, so I'm leaving first..."
It’s so embarrassing, so embarrassing. After taking a shower last night, I actually ran to someone else’s room to sleep? This kind of thing was really unbelievable. Not to mention that there were too many suspicious points in it, Ouyang Qianran was embarrassed to stay here any longer, so he immediately found a reason to leave.
Just as Ouyang Qianran walked out of the small room in the suite and was about to open the door to leave, Ling Yinglu followed him out. He folded his arms across his chest, leaned against the wall, and looked at Ouyang Qianran from the side. "Just leaving like that?"
Ouyang Qianran's outstretched hand froze. He turned around and saw Ling Yingluo looking at him with indifference. He felt uneasy. Oh no, did he do something last night?
Like...drunk and crazy?
Ouyang Qianran really couldn't guarantee this, because he didn't even know that the original owner had a physique that couldn't touch alcohol and would get drunk as soon as he drank. If there was another drunken incident or something, he would be able to understand and accept it. It's just that I feel a little embarrassed. After all, Ling Yingluo is his opponent. It doesn't feel good to make a fool of yourself in front of your opponent.
"Did anything happen last night?" Ouyang Qianran asked anxiously, and was already anxiously calling the system in his mind.
"Calling system, calling system..."
Seeing that Ouyang Qianran really seemed to remember nothing, Ling Yingyue's face darkened a little, "Have you really forgotten?"
Ouyang Qianran, who was waiting for the system's response at this time, was stunned for a moment when Ling Yingluo asked this question. At this time, the system finally responded.
"Ding... May I ask what is the problem with the host?"
Ouyang Qianran had a blank expression on his face. He stared at Ling Yingluo, whose face looked increasingly worse. He anxiously asked the system, "System, what did I do last night?" that made Ling Yingluo so angry?
That’s right, although he didn’t spend much time with Ling Yingluo, Ouyang Qianran knew that he was angry, and very angry.
"Host, do you want to watch the scene replay? Just pay 20 health points."
"System, you are taking advantage of me?" Ouyang Qianran now has the urge to strangle the system. This system is becoming more and more unreliable. What does a system need so much health points for?
"Scene replay requires 20 health points. Host, do you want the scenario replayed?"
The system doesn't care about taking advantage of others' misfortune; it just speaks in a business-like tone.
"No need, go back to sleep." Ouyang Qianran's chest heaved. 20 health points, he would be a fool to give that to the system. It's just that he got drunk and had a blackout. It's just that he might go crazy. What is there to be afraid of? Ouyang Qianran is not afraid of anything.
"Host really doesn't need it?"
"unnecessary."
Ouyang Qianran refused without hesitation, and then the system remained silent. Afterwards, Ouyang Qianran always felt that there was something else behind the system's words. Well, it must be his illusion.
"Remembered?" Ling Yingluo didn't feel embarrassed at all after being stared at silently by Ouyang Qianran for such a long time. Although Ouyang Qianran had a blank expression on his face, he still saw something different in Ouyang Qianran's eyes. He is not as calm as he appears.
"Forgot." Ouyang Qianran straightened his chest slightly and said calmly. What is there to be afraid of? Seeing Ling Yingluo being raised and lowered without any harm, and looking around again, there is no damage either. I think nothing should have happened last night. Being drunk and crazy will only cause some damage at most, it's okay, Ouyang Qianran said, brother has money and can afford to pay.
"Forgetting doesn't mean you don't have to take responsibility." It was the first time that Ling Yinglu heard someone speak so directly and frankly. However, no matter how hard he tried to hide it, Ling Yinglu could still see the guilt in Ouyang Qianran's eyes.
"Responsible?" Ouyang Qianran's heart skipped a beat. Oh, it seemed that he had indeed gone crazy with alcohol last night, and his cool and elegant image was no longer maintained. Forget it, since there is no image to speak of, Ouyang Qianran was too lazy to beat around the bush with Ling Yingyue. He straightened his face and said, "It was indeed my responsibility last night. Don't worry, I will definitely take responsibility."
If it was the hotel's things that were broken, Ling Yinglu would not be so petty. It seems that it was Ling Yinglu's own things that were broken.
Ling Yinglu stared at Ouyang Qianran for several seconds, until Ouyang Qianran's scalp almost went numb, and then he said, "Okay, I will send the contract to the crew in three days."
"Contract?" Isn't it just about paying compensation for breaking something? It's just a small matter, do we still need a contract? Is this a bit of an overreaction? Are you afraid that he will run away? However, thinking of Ling Yingluo's fussy character, Ouyang Qianran understood again. Never mind, it was his responsibility after all, so he might as well deal with the trouble.
"Okay, I'll go back first. Please have someone deliver the contract this afternoon. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
After saying that, Ouyang Qianran opened the door, and with a "thump", a figure in a suit fell to the ground. Fortunately, Ouyang Qianran reacted quickly and took a step back, otherwise, the man would have fallen directly at his feet.
Fan He?
That’s right, the man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, who fell to the ground and then got up with an embarrassed smile, was Ling Yingyue’s agent Fan He. Judging from the situation, he was eavesdropping on his conversation with Ling Yingyue? Ling Yingluo's agent has such a hobby? However, this room seemed to be soundproof, so he probably couldn't hear anything.
"Ahem..." Fan He pretended to be calm and brushed off the invisible dust on his body. Then he pretended to cough a few times, and finally said to Ouyang Qianran in a serious and respectful manner: "Morning, Second Young Master."
"Good morning." Ouyang Qianran responded politely, then looked at Fan He with a strange look, and finally looked at Ling Yinglu with another strange look, then closed the door and left.
Then, Ouyang Qianran was in trouble again because he found that the door of Room 999 was locked and he did not have the room card. I forgot to bring my cell phone. Just when I was about to turn around and ask Ling Yingyue to borrow her phone to make a call, I saw He Junjun coming over with all dressed up and breakfast in hand.
"Second Young Master? Why are you standing at the door in your pajamas?" He Junjun looked at Ouyang Qianran in surprise.
Ouyang Qianran was too embarrassed to say that he had gone to Ling Yingyue's room across the street and acted crazy last night. He just said calmly, "I forgot to bring my door card."
"Oh, so that's the case. I'll ask the hotel staff to send the door card up immediately." He Junjun picked up his phone and made a call. He thought that Ouyang Qianran had locked the door when he came out and forgot to bring the door card, so he couldn't get in. But I didn't expect why Ouyang Qianran came out in untidy clothes and only wearing a bathrobe.
On the other side, in Suite 888, Fan He winked at Ling Yingyue and said, "Boss, how was your time last night?" That smile was meaningful.
"You're free?"
Ling Yingyue's eyes were sharp, and Fan He was so scared that he immediately put away his playful smile and reported today's schedule in a serious manner: "Report to the boss, there will be a company summary meeting at 8:30 this morning, and a photo shoot for the cover of the top fashion magazine in the country in the afternoon..."
Fan He reported all the schedules for the day in one breath, while Ling Yingluo walked aside and sat down, looking at the hair dryer that was still plugged in on the table, and he seemed to be able to feel the soft touch of the short black hair in his hand. There was a deep look in his eyes, and I don't know what he was thinking.
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