Chapter 757

She asked me what I was doing?

I said, the thing is very simple, is to find a hotel guest, sign a contract. I showed her my ID card, student card, library card, reading card and so on. I also took out the University badge, that's enough. I also told her that my father was the supervisor of some company. Because he was not comfortable, he asked me to come and run for him. It's my first time to come to this hotel, but the rules here are big enough.

The lobby manager believed me“ Since you are a student, you should look like a student. "

what is wrong with me? Why don't you look like a student? But I don't want to be angry. She knows. She means what I'm wearing. But now I'm in the age of freedom. I can dress as I want and dress as I want. What's the matter with others? However, I don't want to theorize. It's getting dark and things are not going well. My father will have to tell me later. All along, he's been very critical of me.

I asked the lobby manager about the guest's room number. I rushed into the elevator, pulled out a stack of contracts from my bag and looked at the guest's name. When I got out of the elevator and reached the 20th floor, I suddenly forgot the room number that the manager told me. Was it 2006 or 2009? No matter which one it is, I'll knock one by one later!

I first came to 2009, knocking gently on the door. My father told me that girls should be girl like, gentle and polite, and give people a good first impression. Anyway, I remember what he said. But I complain that my father has been outside for so many years and has seen big scenes, but his aesthetics is still as bad as ever. If he asked me not to make up, to wear a short sleeve jeans, and to stop in the hotel hall, people would believe that I was such a fake college student, and it would not cost a lot of trouble.

After a while, no one answered me in the door.

Probably room 2009 is empty. So, let's go, 2006.

Just as I was about to leave, the door suddenly opened. Across the door, I saw a man's face. The light in the corridor went out immediately, just when I wanted to look at the man's specific appearance - sooner or later.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Zhang and Uncle Zhang?" The name of the businessman who signed the land contract with my father's company is Zhang. My father said this man is about the same age as him. Anyway, I should call uncle.

The man in the door was very confused and murmured: "Mr. Zhang? What do you mean

"I'll introduce myself. I'm..." I explained the reason, and the man's mouth began to murmur. He didn't drink, and there was no alcohol in the room. But I always feel that this Uncle Zhang is abnormal. He seems to be unconscious and confused. Is he really my father's friend Uncle Zhang? I have to ask again. Men don't respond to me. As soon as he tilted, he seemed to fall to the ground.

That's right. He really couldn't stand and fell by the door.

This surprised me, though I saw only one shadow, plumping to the ground. But just by the sound of falling to the ground, I know that he fell a lot.

If he is really Uncle Zhang, then he is in his fifties. This fall, is it not to break down? Instinctively, I wanted to help him up. Although lack of maternal love since childhood, temperament is also a bit lonely, but I am still willing to help others“ Uncle Zhang, don't you mind Although the corridor is dim and fuzzy, the door of the bathroom in the room is open, and there is a little light of the wall lamp from the bathroom. Although this light is still not enough for me to see Uncle Zhang's outline, it can help me to help him up.

Unexpectedly, although Uncle Zhang is in his fifties, his elbow is still strong. No, it's pretty strong. I can touch the muscles on Uncle Zhang's arm. I didn't expect that there are many people in their fifties. Uncle Zhang's muscles don't look like a man in his fifties. But I can't lift him up just by my two hands. After trying again and again, I was a little discouraged.

What should I do? Shall I call the hotel attendant? He... Fell down in cold, maybe... Had a stroke? But I'm here to sign a contract with him. I can't leave it alone“ Uncle Zhang, please say something... "

He seemed to hear my cry, holding the door slowly, trying to stand up. I held him in time. I still can't see his face clearly, but after he stood up completely, I found that Uncle Zhang was really tall and healthy. Look at his figure, it may be one meter eight five. Although I boast that I'm not short, I still have to raise my head high to talk to him with a height of 1.64 meters.

Is he Uncle Zhang? Am I in the wrong room? No, I'm going to have a look. Knock on the door of room 2006. But suddenly he grabbed me and held my hand tightly, not letting me go“ Say, are you sent by him... "

He? Who is he?

I was even more confused.

Listen to this voice, it's not like Uncle Zhang in his fifties. Needless to say, I must have made a mistake. Since I don't know him, there's no need to get into this trouble. Get out of the way and leave. Then, kindly go to the front desk to remind you that there are waiters coming.

"Say, are you sent by Luo Jingxing to tempt me? Well

Men's voice is very nice, very magnetic, slightly hoarse, and a little low. Mandarin is very standard. Luo Jingxing? Who is he? I've never heard of it? His head is slightly low, a little close to my neck, the breath between the wings of the nose, gently brush on my face, make my cheek itchy.

I felt very uncomfortable. Temptation? Did he treat me like a call girl in a hotel? Suddenly, I was angry. If the security guard makes a mistake, the guest will make a mistake, too? The door-to-door service also needs to be informed by phone. How about contacting each other? He didn't see me clearly. Why should I be a call girl?

I felt the insult deeply, deeply. This is the second time.

Rao I'm also a young college student in my early twenties. My life is simple and simple. I'm just a pure girl from a good family. In this way, my reputation has been tarnished. I'm not willing, I'm not willing.

I was in the hall just now. I can't bear it. But now, I can't hold it.

"You're the call girl. You're the whole family!" With anger, I shook off his hand, cut my hair, and planned to carry my bag and turn my eyes.

Unexpectedly, this person's strength is bigger than I thought. He pulled me into the door and gave me a cold hum: "want to go? I want to leave another proof! "

Evidence? He... He... Really treats me as a prostitute!

I swallowed hard and tried to hit him with my bag. But he even took my bag. It's in the dark, quick and accurate.

It's weird.

He couldn't see my face clearly, and I couldn't see his face clearly, so he stood against the wall, gasping for breath.