[Rong Qian: Madam, Boss has seen your fake videos and beautiful screenshots. Also, room number is 6901.]
What the hell is a video?
What is an aesthetic screenshot? It was unclear in one sentence, but Ye Wan knew that Lu Changchuan came to Los Angeles.
And it's also in this hotel right now.
I'm so busy that I don't have time to think about him.
After recording the show, I returned to the hotel and had time to miss him, but I didn't have a cell phone to contact him.
Knowing that he was coming, Ye Wan felt his heartbeat quicken, and even the blood flowing through his heart seemed to be hot.
In room 6901, Lu Changchuan was sitting behind the desk looking at documents on the computer.
This is what I will discuss when I meet with President Johnson of AM Group tomorrow.
It was like a heart split in two.
Half are rehearsing the negotiations for tomorrow's meeting.
Half of me is paying attention to the night view outside the window, hoping that Wanwan can come back earlier.
When the doorbell rang, Lu Changchuan came to his senses and subconsciously picked up his cell phone to take a look.
There was no notification from Rong Qian saying that a meal had been ordered for him.
As for Wanwan, that is even more impossible.
During the recording period, their mobile phones and communication tools were handed over to the program staff for safekeeping.
Lu Changchuan stood up, walked to the door and turned on the video doorbell.
The picture was pitch black, as if it was blocked by something.
Ding Dong.
Ding dong ding dong.
As if urging someone, the doorbell rang again.
"who?"
A strange place, a blocked doorbell.
Lu Changchuan asked vigilantly.
The female voice outside the door spoke in standard American English, "Sir, Mr. Rong Qian has ordered for you."
The other party said Rong Qian's name.
And the accent is also pronounced accurately.
Lu Changchuan opened the door.
The next moment, a black shadow pounced over.
He swung his hand out subconsciously, but retracted it when he met those cunning eyes.
The girl's kiss followed.
The door closed, and a heated atmosphere ensued.
When I reached out to pull her clothes, I touched her wet and slightly damp back.
Lu Changchuan kissed her gently and reached out to touch her hair.
The hair was a little wet too.
Thinking of the rain outside, Lu Changchuan restrained his breath and let go of her, "I'll run you some water, soak in it for a while, or you'll catch a cold tomorrow..."
Wanted to say I was fine.
I also want to say, didn’t you say that a short absence is better than a new marriage?
When the words came to her lips, they met the man's forbearing yet deep eyes.
Rong Qian's WeChat message with hints of advice suddenly popped up in Ye Wan's mind.
Suddenly, I seemed to understand what a contrived video was.
Also, what is so beautiful about the beautiful screenshots?
She was so eager to throw herself into his arms, he must have thought she was trying to use her honey to make a big deal out of a small matter, right? "Oh."
Ye Wan nodded and turned to go into the bathroom.
The sound of rushing water was heard. Lu Changchuan took a deep breath and went over to sit at the desk.
But no matter how focused he was, the English words in the contract on the screen seemed to turn into breakdancing letters in an instant, holding hands and spinning in circles.
After a long time, Lu Changchuan closed the computer with a snap.
The sound of a hair dryer whirring in the bathroom happened to fall.
"husband……"
The girl's voice came from the direction of the bathroom door, "I didn't bring any clean clothes, hand me some clothes!"
The room's wardrobe contains silk robes provided by the hotel for suite guests.
But Lu Changchuan didn't want Ye Wan to wear those.
He took out a white shirt from the suitcase and gave it to her.
I thought she would get dressed before coming out.
But just as Lu Changchuan turned around and took a few steps, the bathroom door opened.
Turning around and taking a look, Lu Changchuan's breathing suddenly became heavy.
(End of this chapter)