When the staff came, Xu Ci was leaning at the door, his face pale.
On the 21st floor, which was not small, more than a dozen staff members came. The skirt was held in someone's hand and handed to the police who came.
The staff chattered to the police, which Xu Ci could understand better. The general idea was that the hotel's security had been upgraded in the past two days, and the 21st surveillance was being replaced.
The implication is that no one was photographed.
Since she had no enemies in Milan, the police closed the case as a prank.
Xu Ci stood at the door, watching the staff who checked the room exit, and told her that there was nothing wrong with the room. Because of the fashion week, the hotel was full these two days and there was no way to change her room.
"Please tell the police that this is not a prank. There is blood on that skirt and it has not been dried yet! Please check every room!" Xu Ci pulled a staff member and looked anxiously at the people leaving in fluent Italian.
the police said.
She studies art and is naturally sensitive to color. The color on that skirt is a pure blood color that cannot be mixed with any paint.
The staff looked apologetic and said, "Madam, we do not have the right to search the guest's room without the permission of the police. This is their privacy. Please rest assured that we will step up patrols on this floor."
Xu Ci held his forehead speechlessly, feeling helpless. She didn't know anyone in Milan and was short on time. It was unrealistic to find a hotel again, but she really didn't have the guts to stay in this room.
Clear footsteps came from the end of the corridor. When the footsteps stopped, a clear voice followed, "What happened?"
Fu Yunshen put one hand in his pocket and held his mobile phone in the other to send a message. He looked distant and a little self-reliant.
De Kong raised his eyebrows and looked towards her, obviously paused.
Xu Ci looked at this man who appeared by chance and pursed his lips.
…
"The bathroom is on the right, and there is a small empty room over here." Fu Yunshen pressed the suitcase and turned his head to look at it, half amused, "Or do you dare not sleep alone?"
"Don't be coquettish." Xu Ci blurted out.
As soon as the words fell, the two of them were stunned together. Fu Yunshen succeeded first, laughing so hard that his chest hurt, and he let go.
He smiled and his eyebrows were as crescent as the moon, but he lightly crossed a few strands and said casually, "It's you who came in."
Xu Ci was silent for a moment, then grabbed the suitcase and closed the door.
The small room he mentioned was also 40 square meters, and the vertical floor-to-ceiling windows provided a panoramic view of the entire city of Milan.
She really didn't expect that the open room belonged to Fu Yunshen.
What a coincidence. Xu Ci rubbed his eyebrows.
At eight o'clock, the organizer called Xu Ci and asked her to go over and rehearse in advance. She circled in front of the mirror and chose a black fishtail skirt and a pair of high heels. She rarely tried this style.
Some are not used to it.
When he was walking out with his bag, Fu Yunshen glanced at her on the sofa and called her to stop.
When he turned around, he had already walked behind him and felt a cold touch on his back.
Xu Ci's face was slightly startled, but her hands did not stop, climbing up the butterfly bone inch by inch. Her troublesome intuition told her that she should stop him.
But Fu Yunshen is like a man with magical powers. If you get close to him, you will feel like he is pulling you into a deep sinking. This kind of sinking pleasure is not the first time Xu Ci has experienced, but it has been full of ups and downs.
Extricate yourself.
Just when she thought the morning would be wasted, her hands turned in a different direction and said, "Stab it!"
Fu Yunshen whispered, "Zip it up, do you understand?" This chapter has been completed!