Chapter 806

"You don't look in the mirror. How thin you are now. Although your career will make a person look new, you still have to take care of your body. You obviously lost it."

I looked at the snow outside: "Qiao Dongcheng, did it snow heavily in Beijing this year?"

"The snow in Beijing this year is particularly heavy."

No wonder he had a car accident. I wonder if he's better now.

When he brought the dishes, he offered them to him like a treasure. He praised them all: "good, good."

"Ha ha." I held my chin and smiled.

"Don't you eat?"

I shook my head: "I lose weight."

He put the dishes on the small plate: "we've finished it, or we'll cancel our contract plan."

I yelled, "can you do this?"

"I Qiao Dongcheng said yes, yes."

"More and more overbearing."

"You don't look at you. You're so thin now. If I guess correctly, you don't have 90 kilograms."

It's worthy of being a soldier. My vision is a poison. I'm only more than 80 kg.

I ate some dishes and it's getting late. Now the guests are coming for lunch.

He saw my mind: "go and help you. I'm not a guest. You don't have to accompany me."

"OK, I'll go. You can go for a walk when you finish eating. There are some leisure places here. Just ask the waiter."

But he said, "Chihiro, what can I do?"

"Do you really want to do it?"

He said solemnly, "if I ask you, it's not a lie."

"Hey, doorman, do you want to do it? There are a lot of people today. I don't think I can handle it. Ha, but I'm kidding. How can you do these things?"

The walkie talkie began to make noise. I got up and went outside to be busy.

There were a lot of guests these two days, but they were still very enthusiastic and happy. Service is linked to turnover.

The children ran around on the first floor, looking at the big flower ball. The beautiful girls in the art school were playing the piano and teaching the children to sing.

These and the angels on the relief are simply integrated.

Qiao Dongcheng came down after dinner. I was joking with him, but he was serious. He really stood outside the hotel with a straight back. He opened the door, picked up his luggage and pushed Li upstairs.

For the Chinese New Year tonight, some people will still stay in the hotel, and the occupancy rate is beginning to rise.

I'm almost off my feet, walking here and there.

When he was busy around 10:30, Qiao Dongcheng came in and said, "Chihiro, go and have a rest. You're not an iron man with such a strong workload."

"It doesn't matter."

I sat down and rested. He went and brought me a cup of warm water to drink.

"I've wronged you. Ha ha, sit down, too."

"Drink some water first and go to dinner together."

He didn't say that I really forgot that I didn't eat. When others eat in this industry, it's the busiest time.

"OK, let's go to the second floor and have some casual food."

Some employees who got some space were also having dinner. They saw me say hello one after another: "manager mo."

I smiled, nodded and sat down.

Qiao Dongcheng went to bring me dinner. Unexpectedly, there was a fried chicken leg.

He smiled: "you like to eat. By the way, there are fish. During the new year, you must eat fish. There is more than enough every year."

I still remember that before the Chinese new year, the two families had dinner together. Qiao Dongcheng and I had chicken thighs, and then we had to eat fish and dumplings. They were delicious and hot.

The master brought a cage of steamed dumplings: "manager Mo, steamed dumplings are hot. Use them slowly."

"Thank you."

"Eat, what else are you looking at?"

I will only repeat those two words: "thank you."

He sighed and gave me a piece of fish head: "eat fish, congratulations on your hotel getting better and better, more than every year."

Thank you for spending this year with me. I'm not alone here.

The fried chicken legs are delicious, the fish head is delicious, and the steamed dumplings are also delicious. I try my best to find the warmth of the past.

After dinner, I went to the first floor. There were many people watching the new year. I also wanted to be so lively.

Dongzi kept coming in with their phone messages.

Lin Xia sent me a message: you don't want me to see you or accompany you. You don't want me to stay in Beijing. Happy angel new year.

Fifty nine or fifty seconds, the mobile phone didn't move. Fifty two, fifty-four, fifty-six, fifty-seven seconds, the latest information came in and couldn't wait to open it.

Ji Xiaobei said: happy new year, baby.

At the last second, all the people in the lobby were excited. The flower ball hanging above the lobby exploded and the colorful rain fell down.

Happy new year, Xiao Bei.

Excited people, screaming, hugging and blessing. How happy it is to be with the people you love most in the new year.

Yes, I hope people will last for a long time.

Familiar piano music: Liang Zhu.

In the lobby, it became quiet gradually. The piano played very well, very smooth and beautiful. When my mother was still there, she would play this song for the new year.

He walked slowly to the place where the piano was placed. Qiao Dongcheng, dressed in a black suit, sat upright in front of the piano and played. His slender fingers slid on the keyboard without making a mistake. He always looked much better than me when he played the piano.

"Happy new year, Miss Mo."

The young lady at the front desk, holding a large bunch of sea potatoes, said with a smile, "Mr. Qiao specially asked us to keep it a secret."

Qiao Dongcheng, I really want to cry.

For many years, I haven't heard this song and received this sea potato during the new year.

He walked in front of him in a daze. Both the song and he had magic, and they could pick up all my memories and warmth in the past.

He looked up at me and smiled, "play together."

Sitting together, four hands play the same rhythm, which we used to do when we were young. While playing, I looked at him. Now it seems to coincide with the past.

After the song, the lobby was filled with applause and cheers.

The music is playing. It's a carnival night.

Qiao Dongcheng bent down and smiled: "beautiful miss moqianxun, can you dance?"

I gave him my hand, and he held my waist and moved slowly.

The music here is very soft, the light here is very dark, and the new year here is warm.

He bowed his head and kissed me gently on the cheek: "Chihiro, happy new year."

I said softly, "happy new year, Qiao Dongcheng."

He pulled me out of the crowd and watched the dancing people outside.

He put his coat on my shoulder and took my hand to walk on the snow. The new snow was also infected with the taste of joy and was so beautiful.

Qiao Dongcheng took an umbrella from the hotel and put it on my head: "it will be cold. Let's go."

"OK, go far, come back."

"I'll walk with you all night."

"Will it be too crazy?"