"Yes, please come this way." The welcoming lady kept shouting at Xia Zihao along the way, her eyes sparkling, but Xia Zihao didn't even glance at her.
She glanced at Yu Yuanyuan again. Yu Yuanyuan slowly followed behind Xia Zihao, her hands tightly clenched by him, her eyes looking straight ahead, her face looking restrained and pale.
The welcoming lady snorted disdainfully, straightened her proud chest proudly, and looked at Xia Zihao with a seductive smile again.
After entering the elevator, Yu Yuanyuan habitually shrank into a corner. Xia Zihao dragged her to stand next to him dissatisfied, "Yu Yuanyuan, are you sick? If you don't stand in the middle, why don't you stand in the corner?"
"Ah..." It's always been like this before, but these words still haven't been uttered.
In the past, she followed Xia Zihao when she went out, and Xia Zihao disliked her very much. Normally, Yu Yuanyuan could only stand three steps away from Xia Zihao, but now he not only holds her hand all the time, but also allows her to stand next to him.
Yu Yuanyuan couldn't guess what the young master was thinking. Maybe he looked at her with disgust that day and told her to get out.
He sighed inaudibly, feeling that his palms were getting sweaty, and there was a terrifying sight following behind him. Needless to say, it was that of the beautiful receptionist.
The presidential suite is on the last floor. When you punch the elevator door, your line of sight suddenly opens up. The warm yellow lighting makes people relax. The floor is covered with soft blankets, which is very comfortable to step on.
The three of them walked in together. Xia Zihao sat on the sofa, his whole body sunk in, his head leaning on the back of the chair, and he closed his eyes as if tired.
Yu Yuanyuan stood aside and started looking at her eyes and nose again.
The welcoming lady didn't want to leave yet. She looked at Xia Zihao's almost perfect face with a bit of dementia, and moved closer involuntarily.
Just as her hand was about to touch Xia Zihao's face, her wrist was suddenly grabbed
Before Yu Yuanyuan could shout, she froze there. Xia Zihao hated people touching him the most. She didn't notice the behavior of the welcoming lady, but she actually wanted to touch the young master?
Xia Zihao opened his eyes, and his nostrils were filled with the smell of inferior perfume. His face became ghastly, and his hands tightened, "Who are you?"