The host is irritable every day

Chapter 32 Tender grass eats old cows (32)

Qi Wan's room was in the middle of this floor, and she had to make a detour to reach the only elevator door.

The March Hotel has a total of sixteen floors. The elevator at this moment is on the top floor. Qi Wan presses the down button and spins her cell phone while observing the numbers on the elevator. The numbers slowly become smaller. The elevators are basically on every floor. They all stopped.

It's 05:30 in the afternoon, which is the right time, the peak time for dinner.

The descending numbers finally reached the sixth floor, the elevator door opened with a "ding dong", and the crowded and noisy scene rushed into view.

Qi Wan: "..." Actually, she was not in a hurry.

Silently backed away, away from the elevator, determined to wait for the next one.

At this moment, a hand was suddenly raised in the crowd, and the sound from that person pierced the sky, deafening: "Wait, give way, I want to go down!"

so familiar voice...

It wasn't until everyone started to scramble to the side that the man finally showed his true face, and got out of the elevator sweating profusely, panting non-stop.

Qi Wan didn't expect to meet a foreign guy who wanted to drink her orange juice more than ten hours ago and had a bad taste here. She stood there for two seconds and was about to leave silently, but she was caught by someone's calming gaze.

"What a coincidence, such a sharp-tongued beauty." She still looked like she was out of shape, with the corners of her mouth raised sharply, and her smile was evil.

"You also live on this floor?"

Qi Wan didn't respond to his question, but just glanced blankly at his legs that were still unable to stand up straight after squeezing the elevator, and said sarcastically, "You are so embarrassed."

Roger smiled, patted his bent leg, and proudly said, "Beauty, this is to make you happy."

"What, am I more humorous than your man?" He leaned closer to her, and a strong smell of perfume came to his nostrils.

Qi Wan couldn't help frowning, covered her mouth and nose, took another half step indifferently, and deliberately fanned her nose with her hands, "Humor is not counted, but nausea is fine."

Roger shook his head nonchalantly, and pressed the up button of the elevator with his backhand. He had just sent away a large number of people, and now the elevator no longer went up or down intermittently. With the sound, it went up to this floor.

"Go in." Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the elevator door and opened it wide, and made a "please" gesture in a very gentlemanly manner.

Qi Wan remained unmoved, watching the elevator doors slowly close.

Seeing that he didn't show any face at all, Roger withdrew his hand in a little embarrassment, "Beauty, there's no need."

"Why is it unnecessary?" Qi Wan sneered, and immediately walked towards the dark corridor, "Take the elevator you pressed, I would rather take the stairs."

"And..." She paused again, turned sideways, and half of her face fell into darkness.

"My man is the best in the world, and I cannot tolerate your slander."

As soon as the words fell, Qi Wan, who was still unafraid in the dark and ethereal, walked down the stairs calmly, and the clear footsteps echoed throughout the hotel building.

...

A big stall.

Qi Wan, who had just forged ahead in the dark and shouted that he was not afraid, his legs hadn't slowed down yet, recalled that the corridor he walked a few minutes ago was eerily quiet, and he couldn't really see it without using his mobile phone as a flashlight. If you clear the road ahead, you will be afraid.

She was the one who suffered in anger for the whole day.

Qi Wan sighed, picked up the crispy bean curd sticks that had been waiting for a long time on the table, and stuffed them into her mouth, choking.

Chewing slowly in his mouth, he stared blankly at the scene outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and it started to rain again.

"Miss, your vegetable juice."

The waiter who spoke fluent English put down a glass of soy milk on the table, and her slightly crisp voice disrupted her thoughts, "There is still a sixty-year-old rice noodle that needs to be waited for."

Qi Wan nodded to express her understanding, but she still couldn't swallow the mouthful of bean curd sticks.

Just picked up the glass and took a sip of the vegetable juice, a man outside the door ran straight towards the seat opposite her table, after sitting down, the big face was on her lips before she left the rim of the glass. now.

Qi Wan was so frightened that her hands trembled, and she could subconsciously turn the glass away from herself, and the vegetable juice poured out in an arc towards the people.

With a "crash" sound, Qi Wan's pupils were dilated in shock, and he was speechless while holding up the empty glass.

"..."

Soon, the dishes were all served. Qi Wan took a mouthful of rice noodles and said confidently to the person across the table: "Don't blame me, I have nothing to compensate you, and you won't get splashed if you don't get close."

She would have apologized to passers-by, but it was a pity that the other person was the foreigner that she hated. If the other seats in the store were not full of people, she would have changed seats to purify her eyes, so she wouldn't be here to speak calmly. .

"Beauty, what do you think of me, how can I ask you for compensation..." Roger took countless papers from the paper box and wiped the juice stains on his body.

He had just come out to have breakfast after taking a shower, when he happened to see Qi Wan who was alone, after thinking about it, he decided to continue with that plan.

"Why don't you buy me a glass of vegetable juice."

Roger pointed to the empty glass she had spilled all the vegetable juice on him before, spread her fingers apart, and made a gesture to measure the height of the glass, "It will be the same as yours."

Qi Wan slowly took out a piece of paper from the paper box and folded it twice. He put a shell spit out from his mouth on top, chewed the scallop meat, and looked at it coldly.

"Hey, didn't you drink enough just now?"

Don't give a good face.

The other party refused to eat hard and soft from beginning to end, and refused to eat oil and salt, so he decided to change his method.

"Beauty, you really don't have to treat me like this. We are on the same plane and staying in the same hotel, so we are destined..." Roger's tone softened suddenly.

Before he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to touch Qi Wan's hand that was circled next to the porcelain bowl, and then he returned to his original state, smiling frivolously: "Can we be friends..."

When the person was about to approach, Qi Wan put her hand back expressionlessly, scratched the edge of the table with her fingertips, scratched it with her sharpened nails, tried her best to control the nausea that came up in her throat, and smiled, "I like it so much." wife?"

Hearing this, Roger snorted lightly and withdrew his hand, pillowed it on the back of his head, and laughed too, "Beauty, aren't you tired of mentioning your virtual husband every day..."

"Even if it's true—"

He changed the subject, staring at Qi Wan's seemingly sincere eyes and teasingly, "Is he as good as me?"

"For example, the lower part of the body..."

"Do you know what your current behavior is in our Z country?" Facing such h·b language, Qi Wan felt very disgusted, interrupted him in a cold voice, dropped his chopsticks, and his beautiful eyes were layered with anger .

"Trash called a hooligan!"

While she was cursing, she stepped on Roger's foot with all her might. The pain was so painful that she almost screamed in public.

"Also, let me tell you."

Qi Wan glared and frowned, her face was full of ruthlessness, and she stepped on his feet with a slap in the face, Roger was so hurt that he couldn't speak, tears were streaming down his face.

“Mi hombre es el mas grande del mundo!”

A series of foreign languages ​​spewed out, not only to accumulate the outburst of anger from before boarding the plane to the present, but also to protect the shortcomings.

(End of this chapter)