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Chapter 225 Women's Contemporary Driving

Brother Chen hung up the phone and glanced in the direction of the box. These rich young men were all drunk today. They didn't know where they heard the word driving, and there were a lot of drivers who didn't use it.

I was looking for a driver out of curiosity, and the price offered was so high that it looked like someone who had never been there before.

With such a lucrative job, of course he would be thinking about that girl in the early morning.

The waiter on the side looked at the smile on Brother Chen's face, approached him mischievously and joked, "Brother Chen, you called Sister Chenchen again. You tell Sister Chenchen every time something good happens.

People say you are partial."

Brother Chen is very popular in Mansion No. 9, not only because he is the manager, but also because of his approachable personality and his willingness to think about them in everything.

In a place like this, minor accidents would happen from time to time. In his case, he was almost beaten for offending a customer. Fortunately, Brother Chen came forward and drank several glasses of strong wine, and the matter was resolved.

"Go, you kid, what are you thinking about? That girl in the morning is my god-sister. If she hadn't saved me, how could your brother Chen be standing here talking to you right now? Besides, your sister Chen Chen is too

It’s so hard, don’t you know?”

The waiter was almost in tears after being hit hard by Brother Chen. He quickly nodded in agreement, "Ah, I know, I know, Brother Chen, I'm going to get busy."

I just know that they have nothing to do with each other, so I dare to joke.

Ten minutes later, Chen Chen appeared at the door of Mansion No. 9 on time. The security guard at the door saw her coming and quickly asked her to sit in the security room, "Sister Chen Chen, Brother Chen just explained that the guests haven't come down yet, please let me know."

You wait in the security room for a while and have something to eat."

The people in Mansion No. 9 are very familiar with Chen Chen.

"Thank you, Xiao Zheng."

Xiao Zheng blushed when he was thanked. It was no exaggeration. He had been standing here as a security guard for several months and had seen a lot of customers. None of the girls brought by those customers were as good-looking as Sister Chenchen.

Not only is he beautiful, he is also a very nice person.

When Cheng Ran and others left the box, they were almost all drunk. Among the group of people, Cheng Ran was the only one who was slightly less drunk, but it was not much better.

The female companion he brought over kept pressing against him, drawing out the fire in him. All he could think about now was to go back and vent his anger.

Someone who was playing together started to call for help, "Where are you, has the driver we ordered arrived?"

Brother Chen, who was waiting at the door, quickly stepped forward. He couldn't afford to offend anyone here. "Here we come, everyone is already waiting at the door. Everyone, please slow down and be careful of the steps."

Brother Chen nodded and bowed, and immediately threw a wad of tips into his hand.

At the door, I received the notice that the guest had come down early in the morning, and I was already waiting at the door with several other guests.

When she looked up and saw the man standing in the C position in the crowd, her heartbeat skipped a beat in the early morning. She subconsciously turned around and wanted to run, but her feet felt like they were nailed to the ground and she couldn't move them at all.

move.

Seeing the group of people coming out of the revolving door, Qing Chen quickly lowered his head.

"Hey, it's really strange. How come there are women driving Hyundai?"

In the crowd, someone noticed Wen Qing. She usually wore loose, large, dark-colored clothes, and she was petite, so when she was covered up by ill-fitting clothes, she looked shriveled and funny.

Moreover, he was wearing a black hat at this time, and the hair exposed under the hat was frizzy. Everyone's minds naturally imagined a middle-aged Obasan who was unkempt and unkempt.

The appearance comes out.


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