Fu Zhiran
It seems reasonable that she has nothing to say.
Maybe it was because she was too tired and didn't experience twists and turns. She didn't refuse LAN Jingyan's arrangement. She really followed the driver into the sky hotel.
The procedures have already been completed. The room opened directly in the name of LAN Jingyan. Fu Zhiran and Wang Qiong don't even need to log in their ID cards.
The luxurious presidential suite gives people the feeling of coming to the palace in fairy tales.
As soon as Fu Zhiran put on his shoes, the doorbell rang.
Open the door, is the waiter, pushing the dining car, dining car with exquisite cakes and fruit plate, just received Fu Zhiran their driver also followed the waiter into the room.
The driver stood at the porch and nodded to Fu Zhiran, "madam, this is afternoon tea. You need to cushion your stomach first. A box has been reserved for dinner."
Fu Zhiran is putting a picture of her father. She says "Oh" to the housekeeper. It's very calm.
The waiter put the food neatly on the table.
When they went out, Wang Qiong had no time to put on her slippers. She ran to the table barefoot, picked up a piece of fruit and put it in her mouth. As she ate, she sighed, "ah... No wonder so many people want to marry into a rich family. I also want to marry into a rich family. This kind of life is so cool."
Then she looked at Fu Zhiran again and joked: "your uncle LAN must know a lot of rich second generation. Let him introduce one to me."
"Get the hell out of here. You're going to open a new book."
Fu Zhiran angrily replied to Wang Qiong and saw that there were many kinds of fruits in the beautiful fruit plate on the table. She also wanted to eat them.
Put down your work and walk over.
Wang Qiong looked at her and shook her head. "I don't write now. If I don't roll in such a big room and bed, how can I stand up to myself?"
Then she raised her feet, went to the two meter two bed, jumped on it and rolled freely on it.
The silent twitch of Fu Zhiran's mouth.
Can't she be a little more steady?
The editor didn't know how to know that Fu Zhiran came to a city ahead of time. He said that the editor in chief asked them to have dinner with some gold medal writers. He knew them first and just took them to meet some leaders.
Fu Zhiran couldn't get rid of it, so he had to agree.
Knowing that she wanted to have dinner with some new leaders of the website, she also specially said that she would bring them some gold medal writers. Fu Zhiran didn't dare to take Wang Qiong with her. She was a little nervous by herself.
The restaurant is not far from her hotel. It takes about 20 minutes to get there by taxi without traffic jam.
It's a French restaurant. It's one of the best in this kind of restaurant.
Fu Zhiran to the door of the restaurant, the waiter inside helped her open the door.
"Hello, do you have a reservation?"
The waiter asked Fu Zhiran politely.
"I'm looking for someone." Fu Zhiran politely replied to the waiter, and then walked to the hall.
"Do you touch your blue face?"
Fu Zhiran just walked two steps. Suddenly someone asked her.
A strange woman's voice, she stopped, turned around in doubt, two young women with a big height difference, both wearing glasses, a literary atmosphere.
She walked towards her with a smile on her face.
She looked carefully, then asked with a smile, "who are you, please?"
If there is no wrong guess, it should be the editor, because there are only a few gold medal authors. She has seen photos before, and there are no two of them.