
Just now, Du Xiaoya said half-jokingly that Ye Chen was hiding deeply and asked Ye Chen if he was on a business trip.
Actually, it was only a test from the side, but unfortunately, Ye Chen did not "understand" at all.
Of course, even if Ye Chen didn't say anything, Du Xiaoya had the answer.
Ye Chen, a four-year college classmate, is a very hidden second-generation rich man.
Being able to sweep 610,000 without blinking an eye was not a rich second generation.
Rich generation? Just graduated and made a lot of money? Just kidding.
Just when Du Xiaoya's eyes showed a strange look, the receptionist at the front desk fused the room card and the identity card, and handed it to Ye Chen, "Master Ye, welcome to the Four Seasons Hotel, welcome, I'll take you upstairs." ."
Ye Chen nodded, and the female receptionist hurriedly left the front desk, then walked forward to lead the way for Ye Chen.
Ye Chen looked at Du Xiaoya and said, "Well and sit down?"
“Oke.” Du Xiaoya answered happily, followed Ye Chen and walked towards the elevator.
Come to the exclusive elevator, straight on, and soon reach the thirty-sixth floor.
As soon as the elevator door opened, a slender woman dressed neatly in thin makeup, with two women dressed as servants, folded her hands on her lower abdomen, bowed to Ye Chen and said, "Hello Mr. Ye, I This is your butler, Andy."
Andy was the one-on-one housekeeper provided by the hotel for Ye Chen. Since Ye Chen's payment was successful, he immediately got the news and made a special trip to the elevator door to wait for Ye Chen.
Ye Chen looked at the female housekeeper who was only about twenty-seven years old, nodded, and walked towards the president's room.
This was the first time I was greeted like this, even though only Du Xiaoya was accompanying, I subconsciously tidied up my clothes.
Housekeeper Andy looked at Du Xiaoya in surprise, but did not say anything, and hurriedly followed Ye Chen.
Arriving at the presidential suite, Ye Chen looked at the configuration inside the room.
First impressions, good.
The second feeling, very proud.
Ranging from large tables, chairs, bed cabinets, to cups and small tableware, without exception, are all internationally renowned brands.
"The president suite has a local tyrant atmosphere that is so strong..."
Just as Ye Chen was thinking about this, he followed the housekeeper who entered the room and said with a smile, "Master Ye, if you have any orders, feel free to find me."
In Andy's voice, there was something pleasant, but not only not disgusting, but also very comfortable.
Ye Chen nodded and said, "OK, let's go."
“OK, Mr. Ye.” Andy nodded slightly, then walked out of the suite and closed the door.
Placing the notebook on the table casually, Ye Chen looked at Du Xiaoya and said, "Just sit down, equally."
Ever since he came to the president's room, Du Xiaoya, who was somewhat restrained, said "um" and sat down on the sofa.
Seeing this, Ye Chen could not help but smile, "I'll take a shower, you can do as you please. There was red wine and champagne on the table. If you're hungry, ask Andy to bring something. To eat."
When Du Xiaoya heard this, his heart was pounding uncontrollably.
"It's a nice chat, you have to take a shower when you enter the door, how can you do this ..."
At this moment, Du Xiaoya was not in the school, he knew more.
Understandable and understandable, it should only be done once the identity is confirmed.
"Yeah ..." Du Xiaoya did not say, "Go back first, we will talk tomorrow".
In fact, Du Xiaoya himself did not know why he agreed.
It may be subconscious, or it may be too much to look for a rich boyfriend.
At this moment, Ye Chen glanced at Du Xiaoya and raised his eyebrows.
Du Xiaoya's voice shook, why is this, not nervous.
What this means is clear on its own.
"The charm of money is really unusual. Not too bad, the goddess in the eyes of others has already started to tremble ..."
Glancing at the slightly nervous Du Xiaoya, Ye Chen went straight to the bathroom.
If Du Xiaoya really did not refuse, Ye Chen would not mind coming to a super friendship party.
On the sofa, Du Xiaoya, who saw Ye Chen's "eyes" before he went to the bathroom, suddenly felt a "squeak" in his heart.
"No, does he really think so?"
"If not, go first ..."
As of now, Du Xiaoya, who had still not given himself up, was a devotee of little money, or wanted to sell it.
There is nothing wrong with this, because my own condition exists, I want to look for the young and rich "Prince of Handsome" there is nothing to say.
But the problem was, in Du Xiaoya vaguely, there was a kind of idea of Ye Chen that "it is impossible to have only one woman".
After hesitating again and again, Du Xiaoya bit his lips, but still did not choose to leave.
For Du Xiaoya, the sudden encounter with Ye Chen was an opportunity given by God.
If you don't take advantage of it, you probably won't have such an opportunity in the future.
Young and more golden, handsome and familiar.
Such a man was not something that a greasy old rich uncle could compare to.
Time passed, and the sound of running water in the bathroom rang out.
Du Xiaoya gradually relaxed, and then began to visit the president's room.
She had been a hotel experience for a while, but this was her first time coming to the Presidential Suite.
After some observation, the excited heart in Du Xiaoya's heart lit up again.
A presidential suite full of local tyrants has a huge impact on a woman who is not rich.
Moreover, this woman, deep down, had different thoughts, not as simple as one plus one.
Fifteen minutes later, Ye Chen took a shower, left the bathroom, and came to the living room.
“Are you done washing?” Du Xiaoya placed the glass of red wine without red wine in his hand, got up and asked.
At this moment, Du Xiaoya had taken off his jacket, and the S-shaped curve was clearly displayed.
Jade-like skin, thin lipstick, pretty face, and long jet-black hair showed a different kind of beauty under the contrast of golden light.