The taxi stopped in front of the hotel. Wu Bing opened the door and got out, pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and stepped up the white stone steps in front of the hotel with arrogant and calm steps.
The crystal three-wing automatic revolving door is inlaid with delicate and perfect flowers.
"Hello, how can I help you?"
The lady at the front desk stood up quickly, put her hands in front of her, bent slightly and smiled.
"Please transfer my call to Mr. Mo in Room 3066. Miss Mengling has arrived."
"Okay, please wait a moment."
The lady at the front desk quickly picked up the phone in front of her and dialed the number. After confirming that someone was coming, she hung up the phone, pointed to the elevator next to her, and said respectfully: "Mr. Mo invites you to go up. You can take the No. 3 elevator and go directly to the twelfth floor."
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"Thank you." After thanking him softly, Wu Bingxuan left quickly.
"Ding!"
The elevator reached the twelfth floor and stopped, and Wu Bingxuan walked lightly to room 3066.
"Dingling...Dingling..." He stretched out his hand to ring the doorbell, and Wu Bingxuan stood aside politely.
"Click."
A woman opened the door from the inside and saw that she was wearing a bright red Xinjiang dance skirt, with various patterns with strong exotic style embroidered with gold thread, and a cute and cute flower cap on her head.
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The woman looked at her, frowned and said, "Shuke."
"Beta." Wu Bingxuan answered naturally.
"Come in!" The woman tilted her head and opened the door wider.
The room is dominated by golden color and is filled with rich Mediterranean style. The gorgeous decoration and crystal glass lamp make people feel elegant, sophisticated and comfortable.
"This way." The woman made an invitation gesture and led the way to the bedroom.
The golden door was pushed open from the outside in, and the noisy sound instantly greeted the ears.
On the large milky-white bed in the room, two figures overlapped each other, and the woman's intermittent moans filled her bones.
Wu Bingxuan walked to the sofa beside him and sat down calmly, as if he was already used to it.
"Who are you?" The man on the bed turned over and lay on his back, squinting at her coldly.
Wu Bingxuan raised his head and stared at him. The man was about twenty-seven or eight years old, with short hair. His shirt had long since disappeared, and his graceful wheat-colored skin was fully exposed.
"Yina is sick and can't leave, so please ask me to come over. I hope you won't be offended."
Wu Bingxuan lowered his head to show respect and apology.
Mo Qing looked up and down, looking at her carefully for a while, and then said after a long time: "She can't come? So you come? When can you take the initiative to replace her?"
His tone was calm, and there was no hint of displeasure, but it made people feel timid.
"I'm sorry! I'm deeply sorry. Yina is indeed feeling unwell and is still at home waiting for me to come back, so I'm really sorry."
She knew that Yina was usually responsible for VIP customers, and she could only please people like this without the slightest offense. She was also anxious to go back, so she tried to keep her posture as low as possible so that she could leave as soon as possible.
There was a trace of interest in her deep eyes. For some reason, he always felt that her attitude was respectful, but her whole person exuded an arrogant and unruly look.
What an interesting woman.
Seeing this, the woman dressed as a foreigner on the side reluctantly got on the bed and lay in his arms. She looked at Wu Bingxuan on the sofa with hostility, her delicate red lips slightly pouting, and her slender fingers circling around her smooth chest.