Chapter 66
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Of course, Puffy Skirt didn't think that Shen Dongqing was old enough to call her ancestor. She only thought that he was teasing her. After a long time, she stuttered, "You, you …"
Because of her tender face and sweet voice, she had always been able to make male players lower their guard against her. Relying on this, she had earned a lot of benefits. She didn't expect to stumble here.
When Puffy Skirt thought of this scene being seen by others, she was so angry that her face turned red. In the end, she couldn't say anything and stomped away.
She bumped into the red-haired girl who was standing at the balcony and watching the show. She ran away without apologizing.
Shen Dongqing was a little puzzled. "I'm telling the truth."
Why did she get angry when she said the truth?
Zhou Wenyan said, "Ignore her."
She's just a player who wants to die.
However, when he thought of what Shen Dongqing said just now, the corners of Zhou Wenyan's mouth curled up. "Little ancestor?"
Shen Dongqing said, "… You don't have to call me that."
Wasn't calling him ancestor reminding him that the age difference between them was too big?
Zhou Wenyan followed her advice and changed the way he addressed her. He lowered his voice and became a little ambiguous. "Little baby?"
Shen Dongqing's movements paused, and her ears turned red. It was obvious that although he was old, he was still a little innocent who hadn't experienced anything.
He lowered his head and avoided Zhou Wenyan's teasing gaze. He picked up a piece of steak and muttered, "Do whatever you want …"
The red-haired girl rubbed where she was hurt and whispered to the man in the suit, "Why don't we forget about it …"
These two didn't look like people to be trifled with.
The man in the suit thought about it and decided not to disturb them. He turned around and left with the red-haired girl.
The red-haired girl said, "We just have to be careful. Don't touch anything fatal."
The man in the suit relaxed a little. "The game I'm participating in is a car accident. It's unlikely that there will be a car in the hotel."
In that case, the possibility of a car accident was very small. He just had to follow the hotel's rules.
The red-haired girl said, "I'm in a fire. It seems that I have to stay away from the kitchen."
As they were talking, a waiter walked towards them.
The waiter pushed a small dining cart with two bottles of wine and a tightly covered dinner plate on it. It seemed that he was sending a candlelight dinner to a certain customer.
The dining car was pushed past the red-haired woman. There was a distance between the two of them, so the red-haired woman didn't mind. She continued to talk to the man in the suit in a low voice.
But for some reason, the dining car seemed to have lost control halfway and crashed into the red-haired woman. The wine bottle broke and the wine spilled all over her body.
The waiter was very anxious. "I'm sorry."
The red-haired woman wanted to get angry, but when she remembered that this wasn't an ordinary hotel, she suppressed her anger. She waved her hand and said, "Forget it."
The waiter bowed repeatedly. "I'm really sorry."
The red-haired woman didn't want to waste any more time with the waiter. She said to the man in the suit, "I'm going back to change." Then, she left in a hurry.
Because the two bottles of wine had been poured onto the red-haired woman's clothes, her body was now emitting an unpleasant smell of alcohol. It was sticky and pungent, making people feel uncomfortable all over.
She got into the elevator and pressed the "14th floor" button.
Nothing unusual had happened in the hotel today. The red-haired woman had let down her guard, so she didn't notice that there was a charred palm print on the wall behind her.
The smell of burnt flesh wafted out.
But because the smell of alcohol on the red-haired woman was too strong, it was covered up.
Ding —
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