"...Oh" she nodded, her tone becoming a little lower. Just as she was about to say something more, she suddenly realized that the car was traveling in the wrong direction, and she quickly screamed, "Uncle, I don't want to go home!"
The car turned a familiar road and she realized that this was the direction back to Qin's house.
Her dirty little face was full of reluctance: It was already embarrassing enough in school, why should she go back in such an embarrassing state?
"Why?" Qin Muyuan's face couldn't help but darken, and he asked in a low and unhappy tone.
A hint of impatience flashed through his sharp eyes, which were reflected in the rearview mirror and instantly extinguished her willful arrogance.
"If I go back now, many people at home will see it..." Tong Yao lowered his head and muttered aggrievedly, his voice getting lower and lower, "In the future, everyone will know that I fell into a smelly ditch..."
Qin Muyuan pursed his lips and said nothing, looking at her in the rearview mirror indifferently. The atmosphere in the car was a bit depressing. It was not until Tong Yao buried his face in his knees without tears that he heard his low sigh that seemed to be a compromise:
"good"
"Thank you, uncle!" Tong Yao was overjoyed and immediately raised his head, gratitude shining in his eyes.
Qin Muyuan's expression froze slightly, and he finally shook his head helplessly...
The car stopped at a nearby chain hotel. Qin Muyuan stopped the car and took Tong Yao inside. As soon as his tall figure appeared in the lobby, he eclipsed the surroundings and attracted the side glances of many tenants: What an outstanding man!
Tong Yao shrank back anxiously - there were so many people watching!
Qin Muyuan was accustomed to such looks. His distant and indifferent temperament blocked all the goodwill around him, and he pulled her forward: "Come in."
The little girl at the front desk still looked like a nymphomaniac, staring at Qin Muyuan with twinkling eyes. It wasn't until he threw an ID card in front of her desk in displeasure and coldly said "I want a room" that she suddenly woke up.
come over
"Ah? Okay!" She quickly picked up the ID card and blushed because of the residual warmth on it. She silently remembered her name and spoke softly, "What type of room do you want? How long?
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"Whatever, it only takes a few hours." He frowned and said lightly.
Such an explanation made the receptionist's face stiffen. Seeing Tong Yao cowering behind him, his eyes became more complex: How many hours? Come to "book a room"?!
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