Jeon Ki Young is the one who feels the most unhappy.
The more dazzling Su Mu was, the more he suffered.
It was so easy to hold on until the end of the show, it was almost two o'clock in the morning.
The superstars they invited stayed in the same hotel as the thirty-seven masters.
After being sent back, Quan Jiyong thought of the card An Haimei had given him, and immediately waved his assistant not to follow him while he entered the elevator himself.
As soon as I walked into the elevator, I noticed that there was a black wallet in the elevator.
Normally, Quan Jiyong would just kick him away.
But this wallet looks extremely high-end at first glance, and there is an exquisite pendant on it. At first glance, it looks like a women's wallet.
By some strange coincidence, he bent down and picked it up.
When I opened it, my eyes suddenly lit up.
There was a stack of U.S. dollars inside, at least ten thousand dollars.
There are six cards neatly inserted into the card slots, and there is actually a Centurion black card among them.
Quan Jiyong flipped through his wallet, but couldn't find his contact information.
This small amount of money naturally has no appeal to him, but the owner of this wallet must not be simple.
After thinking about it, he decided to keep it temporarily and then notify the front desk. If anyone is looking for it, he will ask them to come up and pick it up.
This guy is a jerk.
This way you can get to know each other.
If the other person is super white, rich and beautiful, then naturally a lot of things can happen based on his status.
Of course, if the other party is a fat bitch, then it's a good thing.
By the way, let the company publicize his glorious deeds.
When I returned to the room, I threw my wallet at the door.
He couldn't wait to take out the room key card An Haimei secretly gave him.
It's on the other side of his administrative floor.
The hotel corridor is in a zigzag shape, with four elevators leading directly to it. He only needs to make a half circle to get there without anyone noticing.
When he thought of An Yaojing's voluptuous figure, Quan Jiyong became extremely anxious.
He quickly took out his cell phone and sent a message to the number An Haimei left for him.
The other party responded to him immediately.
It's a flaming red lip.
Where can Quan Jiyong sit still?
I took a casual shower, put on my bathrobe, and quietly walked out the door.
When I went out, I took out a small pill box from my suitcase and swallowed a small blue pill.
After looking around in the corridor to make sure there were no paparazzi, he looked for the room number as he walked.
As soon as I walked to the door, my phone buzzed.
An Yaojiing replied to him with a message.
"Oppa, I like wild men. When I come in, I don't want to see you wearing any clothes."
Quan Jiyong was so excited that his eyes were red.
I swiped the room card in my hand.
laugh!
It's open.
He opened the door and went in, then took off his bathrobe.
I have to say, this guy has a really great figure.
The room had the same layout as his suite, just in reverse.
There was a faint fragrance wafting in the room, and there was melodious music and the sound of water coming from the bathroom.
In the next room, An Yaojing spit in disgust the moment Quan Jiyong took off his nightgown and quickly turned away.
Su Mu, however, had a sly smile on his face and stared at the surveillance screen in front of him.
Naturally, the number An Yaojing left for Quan Jiyong could not be her personal number.
From the beginning to the end, it was Su Mu who sent messages to Quan Jiyong.
Including letting Quan Jiyong come in and take off his clothes, it was all Su Mu's whim.
The room is not empty.
Quan Jiyong was really impatient and rushed towards the bathroom in a hurry.
The bathroom was steaming with steam, and someone was drinking red wine and listening to music while taking a bath in the bathtub, leaving only his head wrapped in a bath towel.
When Quan Jiyong’s sperm is in his brain, who will care about other things?
He was so hungry that he jumped into the bathtub.
I have to say that the bathtub in the hotel's executive suite is really big.
Wild?
Bitch, you like to be wild, right?
Quan Jiyong was about to pounce.
A scream nearly pierced his eardrums.
"ah!!"
Quan Jiyong was stunned as the water splashed everywhere.
Damn it!
He was so frightened that his heart almost jumped out of his stomach.
Not Fairy An!
It’s…Taylor!!
America's superstar Taylor.
Like being struck by lightning.
At this time, Taylor had water poured on his head and was screaming with his eyes closed.
If she recognizes her...!
Don't look at him as a superstar...!
Hanguo has always been America's dog.
If the agency behind him found out, he would actually strip naked and rush to Taylor's room to do something evil...!
All right!
His fate is that even if the chrysanthemum is exposed by the plutocrats, no one can save him.
I have to say, this guy reacts really quickly.
Before Taylor saw him, he ran away in panic.
Quan Jiyong is not stupid.
Being plotted against.
At this time, he hated An Yaojing to the core.
From Mahler Gobi!
If I don't take revenge for this, I swear I won't do anything to others.
Like a bereaved dog, he grabbed the phone and rushed out, then slammed the door shut.
Then……!
"西八!!"
"Fake!!"
Quan Jiyong discovered that he was completely naked now, without even a single thread of yarn on his body.
I wanted to turn around and put on my bathrobe, but the door was shut shut by him.
And the room card, along with my own room card, are all in...the bathrobe pocket.
In other words, he reacted quickly enough and grabbed the phone when he went out.
A gust of cold wind blew, making Quan Jiyong shiver.
There are... cameras in the corridor.
The most terrible thing is...!
What to do now?
Without the room card, I can't go back to the room.
Taylor jumped out of the bathtub at this time, but there was no trace of panic on his face.
She picked up her phone very gracefully and called An Yaojing.
"Haney, how are my acting skills?"
Fairy An said angrily:
"I didn't look at it, it hurt my eyes."
Su Mu laughed on the side and made a pig noise.
On the surveillance screen, Quan Jiyong was as panic-stricken as a bereaved dog. His hands were sometimes covering his crotch, sometimes his back, and sometimes one hand in front of the other.
That is to say, it was two or three in the morning and there were no other guests, otherwise...!
An Yaojing was the world supermodel champion for five consecutive years. In the Western fashion circle, she has a very famous nickname, called Siren.
Taylor met An Yaojing before he became famous. Very few people knew that the personal relationship between the two was surprisingly good.
This hole is really too big.
Quan Jiyong hid at his door and called his assistant on his mobile phone.
Within a few minutes, the assistant rushed up sweating profusely.
"Oppa, what are you...!"
Quan Jiyong gritted his teeth and stared at the assistant with malicious eyes:
"You didn't see anything, do you understand?"
When the assistant was stunned, he realized that Quan Jiyong was staring at him like a rattlesnake whose tail had been stepped on.
He nodded quickly:
"I understand, what else do you need me to do?"
Quan Jiyong opened the door and roared ferociously: