Chapter 2153 Go to his room
The car was so luxurious and high-profile that it was out of tune with everything around it. Xiao Jun was sitting in that coupe.
Across the bustling crowd, he looked at the girl he wanted with his dark eyes. She was sitting next to another boy, and they were talking and laughing, so happy.
Xiao Jun followed her all the way, intending to wait for her to get off the bus and then pretend to meet her by chance, and then treat her to a good meal in the evening.
But I didn't expect that she got off the car halfway and came to meet the boy.
Only then did Xiao Jun realize that she had a friend in this city, and he was a man.
He saw the boy touching her head and helping her carry things, and she didn't refuse.
They seem to have a close relationship.
As for the boy's appearance, he was very ordinary, with a very thin face, as if he had been malnourished for a long time, and his clothes were very simple.
Xiao Jun also noticed that when boys looked at Ruomu, their eyes would sometimes become fixed.
When Ruomu looked at the boy, there was a light in his eyes, filled with admiration.
Then he saw the boy pick up a meatball or some food from his bowl and give it to Ruomu, and Ruomu actually accepted it.
This scene made Xiao Jun's mysophobia worse. Were the guy's chopsticks dirty? And how could she eat the food in his bowl?
Thinking of this, Xiao Jun noticed the white down jacket on Ruomu again.
The dress was not cheap and looked good on her, but in Xiao Jun's eyes, it was already a discarded item.
But she picked it up and put it on.
He realized that his old mistake had come back and he forgot to consider Ruomu's perspective.
Xiao Jun had never been poor, but he had once been to the slums of New York, where he saw several people sharing a hamburger.
So when she couldn't even guarantee food and clothing, how could she care about being particular?
The boy sitting next to her must have completely understood her, so they looked very well matched sitting together.
That kind of match is that you can tell at first glance that they belong to the same circle and the same world.
Xiao Jun shifted his gaze away, started the car, and drove away from the snack street.
At eight o'clock in the evening, Ruomu returned to Dia Hotel.
She went to the locker room and changed into work clothes: a cyan round-necked shirt on top and a dark blue bodycon skirt on the bottom.
The suit fit her perfectly and didn't need any clips at the waist, and it looked good when she wore it. Ruomu looked in the mirror with satisfaction and walked out of the dressing room.
She took the elevator to the top floor, ready to observe the work in the top-floor restaurant, but as soon as she got out of the elevator, she received a call from the foreman.
The supervisor said that the guest in room 1688 had soiled the bed sheets and needed a new one. Since there were not enough staff at the moment, he asked Ruomu to take over temporarily and change the bed for the guest.
After observing in the morning, Ruomu was already familiar with the work flow of this hotel. Besides, changing bed sheets was not a difficult job, so he quickly agreed.
She first took the elevator downstairs, went to the laundry room on the 10th floor to get new bedding, and then returned to the 16th floor.
When the elevator went down and reached the 16th floor, it stopped.
A woman walked in wearing high heels, a golden tight skirt, a high-end white fur coat, and large golden earrings, making the woman look jeweled.
Unfortunately, her hair was a little messy, her makeup was messy, and there was a purple hickey on her neck, as if... she had just gotten out of bed...
Afterwards, the woman used the elevator mirror to touch up her lipstick while talking on the phone with headphones, saying, "This guy I'm meeting today is crazy. He's been tossing me around for two hours. I'm exhausted."
Ruomu blinked her eyes. She was not wrong, but she couldn't just listen in when a customer was on the phone. So she looked at her nose with her eyes and her heart with her nose, treating herself as air.
However, his ears were not deaf, and the woman's words kept drilling into his ears.
The woman smiled and said to the person on the phone, "But this young master is really handsome and has a great body... Huh? What's it like? It's like dying and living again, living and dying again..."
The woman giggled and talked about things that were not suitable for children.
Ruomu looked through the elevator mirror and found that his face was flushed with shame. Then he looked at the numbers on the elevator display screen in despair. Why was it not even the tenth floor?
And she couldn't understand how someone could say such a thing so easily.
Is this also a characteristic of the city? Or is she just too inexperienced or too conservative...
Finally, with a ding, the elevator arrived.
Ruomu almost rushed out, gasping for breath.
When she took the bedding and returned to the 16th floor, the heat on her face had not yet subsided.
She took a deep breath, adjusted her mood, pushed the bedding cart along the corridor, looked at the house numbers one by one, looking for room 1688.
This floor is full of presidential suites. I don't know which room that beautiful woman just came out of...
But she immediately dismissed her gossipy thoughts, reminded herself to work hard and not think about things that had nothing to do with her.
She came to room 1688 and saw a sign hanging on the door saying "Please clean the room."
She knocked on the door, but found it was open. It seemed that the guest inside had left the door open for her.
So Ruomu walked into the suite, stood in the entrance, introduced himself to the people inside, and said that he was there to clean the room.
A muffled voice came from the bathroom: "Come in."
Oh, it's a man taking a shower.
The situation was a bit awkward, but since the guest was anxious to change the bedding and knew she had come in, she didn't think much about it. She took a clean set of bedding and walked into the bedroom, thinking about finishing her work quickly and leaving.
On the bed in the bedroom, the quilt was spread out, with one corner lifted up, and it looked like yogurt was spilled at the end of the bed.
She quickly gathered the sheets and accidentally touched a stain. The sticky feeling suddenly reminded her of the woman just now...
Could it be that he left from this room?
The person taking a bath inside is the young master who makes people suffer from death?
Isn't this yogurt...
Ruomu's mouth twitched, and he suddenly had nowhere to put his hands, and even felt a little suffocated.
At this time, the sound of the shower in the bathroom disappeared. Ruomu suddenly came to his senses, quickly wiped his hands on other parts of the old bed sheet, and then, with a professional service spirit, quickly completed the next work.
However, the person in the bathroom had already come out.
He came out, wearing a black bathrobe with a loose belt around his waist, drying his hair. Without even looking up, he asked, "Are you ready?"
When Ruomu heard this voice, she felt like she was struck by lightning. She stood there in shock, staring at the man in front of her in disbelief: "Master Xiao...why is it you?"
He also raised his head and looked her up and down: "Do you work here?"
Ruomu opened his mouth, but his throat was dry and no sound came out. He just nodded.
It was actually not very surprising to meet Young Master Xiao in such a big hotel.
This was a hotel a young master like him would visit, but she hadn't expected to meet him under such circumstances, let alone help him clean up the sheets he had slept with another woman...
She felt embarrassed and sad, but she couldn't tell why she was sad, and subconsciously wanted to disappear from his sight.
Xiao Jun threw the towel aside and walked towards her.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
