Marriage at first thought: the black-bellied president is super painful

Chapter 2153

That car was too luxurious and high-profile, so that it was incompatible with everything around, Xiao Jun was sitting in that coupe.

Across the bustling crowd, with a pair of dark eyes, he just looked at the girl he wanted, sitting next to another boy, watching them talking and laughing, so happy.

Xiao Jun followed her all the way, he wanted to wait for her to get off the bus and pretend to meet her by chance, and treat her to a good meal at night.

But she didn't expect that she got out of the car halfway and came to meet the boy.

Only then did Xiao Jun realize that in this city, she had a friend who was a man.

He saw the boy touched the top of her head and helped her carry things, but she didn't refuse.

Their relationship seems to be close.

As for the boy's appearance, he was very ordinary, with a thin face, as if he had been malnourished for a long time, and the clothes on his body were also very plain.

Xiao Jun also noticed that when the boy looked at Ruomu, his eyes would occasionally become straight.

When Ruomu looked at the boy, there was light in his eyes, with a kind of admiration.

Then he saw that the boy took a ball or something from his bowl and gave it to Ruomu, and Ruomu actually accepted it.

This scene offends Xiao Jun's cleanliness, is that guy's chopsticks dirty?And what's in his bowl, how can she eat it!

Thinking of this, Xiao Jun noticed the white down jacket on Ruomu again.

That dress was not cheap, and she looked good in it, but in Xiao Jun's eyes, it was already a thing that was thrown away.

She picked it up and put it on.

He realized that he was committing an old problem again, and forgot to think about it from Ruomu's perspective.

Xiao Jun has never been poor, but he has also been to a slum in New York once, where he saw several people sharing a hamburger.

So when she can't even guarantee food and clothing, how can she care about being particular?

And the boy sitting next to her must have understood her completely, so they looked like a perfect match when they sat together.

That kind of good match means people who belong to the same circle and the same world at first glance.

Xiao Jun turned his eyes away, started the car, and drove away from the snack street.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Ruomu returned to the Dia Hotel.

She went to the dressing room and changed into work clothes. The top was a cyan small round neck shirt and the bottom was a dark blue wrap-around skirt.

This suit fits well, there is no need to pin clips on the waist, and it looks good when worn. Ruomu looked in the mirror with satisfaction, and walked out of the dressing room.

She took the elevator to the top floor and was about to observe the work content of the restaurant on the top floor, but just as she got out of the elevator, she received a call from the foreman.

The head waiter said that the guest in room 1688 had soiled the bed sheet and needed to replace it with a new one, and there was not enough manpower at the moment, so he asked Ruomu to replace it temporarily and go over to change it for the guest.

After observing in the morning, Ruomu was already familiar with the working process of this hotel, not to mention, changing the sheets was not a difficult task, 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 went back to the 16th floor.

When the elevator descended and reached the 16th floor, it stopped for a while.

A woman walked in wearing high heels, a golden tight skirt, a high-end white fur coat, and large golden earrings, making this woman look like a jewel.

It's a pity that her hair is a little messy, her makeup is not neat, and there are purple hickeys on her neck, as if... just got off the bed...

Afterwards, the woman was using the elevator mirror to reapply her lipstick while talking on the phone with the earphone, saying: "The person I'm dating today is really crazy. He tortured me for two hours, but I'm exhausted."

Ruomu blinked her eyes, she guessed right, but the customer is not allowed to listen to the call casually, so she watched her nose with her eyes and her heart with her nose, treating herself as air.

However, the ears are not deaf, and the woman's words still keep drilling into the ears.

The woman smiled and said to the person on the phone: "But this young master is really handsome, and he has a great figure... Ah? What's it like? It's dead and alive, alive and dead..."

The woman giggled, and just said things that were not suitable for children.

Looking through the mirror of the elevator, Ruomu found that his face was blushing, and then looked at the number on the elevator display in despair, why it was less than the tenth floor.

And she couldn't figure out how anyone could say such a thing so easily.

Is this also a characteristic of the city?Or is she less knowledgeable, 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 hadn't disappeared.

She took a deep breath, adjusted her mood, and pushed the bedding cart along the corridor, looking at the house numbers one by one, looking for room 1688.

This floor is full of presidential suites, and I don't know which room that beautiful woman came out of just now...

But she immediately dispelled her gossip thoughts and reminded herself to work hard and not think about things that had nothing to do with her.

She came outside room 1688, and there was a sign on the door that said please clean the room.

Knocked on the door, but found the door was open, it seems that the door was left for her by the guests inside.

So Ruomu walked into the suite, stood in the porch, and told the people inside that he was here to clean the room.

A muffled voice came from the bathroom: "Come in."

Oh, it's a man, taking a shower.

This situation was a bit embarrassing, but since the guest was in a hurry to change the bedding and knew she had come in, she didn't think too much, 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, and a corner was lifted, and the end of the bed seemed to be spilled with yogurt.

She quickly put away the bed sheet, and accidentally touched the stain, the sticky feel made her suddenly think of the woman just now...

Could it be that he went out from this room?

The person taking a bath inside is that certain young master who makes people die?

Isn't this yogurt...

Ruomu's mouth twitched, his hands suddenly had no place to put them, and he even felt a little suffocated.

At this moment, the sound of the shower in the bathroom disappeared, and Ruomu suddenly came back to his senses, and quickly wiped his hands on other places on the old bed sheet, and then, adhering to the professional service spirit, he quickly completed the next work.

However, the one in the bathroom had already come out.

He was wearing a black bathrobe and the belt was loosely tied, and he was coming out while wiping his hair, without looking up, he asked, "Have you changed it?"

When Ruomu heard this voice, his whole body felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and he stood there dumbfounded, looking at the man in front of him 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 so dry that he didn't make a sound, only nodded.

It was not a very unexpected thing to meet Master Xiao by chance in this kind of big hotel.

This is the hotel where a young master like him would come, but she didn't expect to meet him in this situation, let alone help him tidy up the sheets he had slept with other women...

She felt embarrassed and sad, but she couldn't explain why she was sad, and subconsciously wanted to disappear from his presence.

Xiao Jun threw the towel aside and walked towards her.