Chapter 888

Shi Sheng is a Chinese national and should be submitted to the Chinese Embassy in the United States.

He has applied for an extension.

Now, the deadline for extension is coming.

Shi Sheng looks at him and laughs angrily.

Is he proposing?

No ring, no flowers, no romantic candlelight dinner, reason or marriage certificate to expire?

Shit, what a crappy reason.

"So?"

The man's deep voice is provocative, his eyes are very hot, hot ironing her every skin, "Maldives is a holy land for marriage, many people like it."

Shi Sheng sneered and didn't make a statement.

The fishy and salty sea breeze blows from the two people, with the hot and dry heat that hasn't been dispersed in the day, blowing away the remaining resentment in Shi Sheng's heart.

She wants to laugh.

Especially see season Yu south so lift foot to have no way of appearance, the lip Cape more and more of control don't want to rise.

She coughed and held back.

Seeing that Sheng didn't speak, Ji Yunan realized that he seemed too casual and explained: "I didn't think of it temporarily..."

"Shisheng."

On the other side.

Mo Beiting and Yi Qiao just came towards them.

Shi Sheng crossed Ji Yunan and strode toward Yi Qiao. "Have you been shopping? I'm sleepy and want to go back to the hotel. "

Ji Yunan looks at Shi Sheng's back, thin lips pursed into a straight line, brows all wrinkled together.

For a while.

He put his hand in his bag and followed.

……

The restaurant is not far from the hotel. It's only ten minutes' walk.

The European style two-story villa, rose and vines hanging down from the open garden on the second floor, is not flowering now, just a green, mixed with a small color neon, particularly beautiful.

Into the hall, when Sheng went directly to the front desk, "please give me another room."

The front desk looked at Ji Yunan behind her and hesitated for a long time, "sorry, miss, there is no room now."

"When will it be?"

The room is a suite with one room, one living room and one kitchen, but there is only one bed, and the sofa can't sleep.

If you don't have a separate room, it means that you will sleep with Ji Yunan tonight.

The front desk looked at Ji Yunan again, huff and puff: "this... Not sure."

Shi Sheng looks at Ji Yunan along her line of sight, not smiling, "what do you always look at him for?"

"Because this gentleman is responsible for the whole villa."

When Sheng cold hum a, lean on the bar side body to stare at him, "you are not the name of the industry to my name? So, are you wasting my money? And the money for today's charter flight. It's all my money. Give it back to me. "

Ji Yunan

The front desk chuckled.

Yi Qiao was held in his arms by Mo Beiting, and most of her weight was on him. She didn't sleep this afternoon. Now she was a little sleepy, squinting and yawning.

"Go to bed."

Mo Beiting took her upstairs.

Yi Qiao's voice is hoarse fierce, "they?"

"Yu Nan will deal with emotional matters, and they need to run in themselves. We don't want to interfere too much."

"Yes."

Yi Qiao nodded and went upstairs with Mo Beiting.

In front of the bar.

Ji Yunan looked at Shi Sheng, who asked seriously, and coughed: "this is my salary for working in Ji's family. Besides, proposing marriage is not extravagant and wasteful."

As he spoke, he kept looking at her face and examining her look.

Shi Sheng pursed his lips and straightened up, "then you can sleep in another room tonight."

Apart from the staff, there are only four guests in the villa. The warm lights are playing on the walls, quiet and hazy, showing a kind of quiet aesthetic.

There was a slight creak when I stepped on the thick carpet.

Shi Sheng lowers his head and takes out the room card in his bag.

Ji Yunan walked beside her, drooping her eyes, just saw her curly eyelashes with mottled light and shadow trembling slightly, and the hair on her side face was clearly visible.

His foot extended a little half an inch in her direction.

Shi Sheng didn't look at his feet. He was tripped.

Ji Yunan held her in his arms and said, "I'm sorry."

"Do you have eight character feet?" Shi Sheng glares at him angrily.

Ji Yunan: "sorry."

His hand on her waist didn't mean to relax at all.

Shi Sheng: "I'm not sure."

His good attitude of admitting mistakes makes Shi Sheng ignore his hand around her waist temporarily. She turns her mouth and takes out the room card from her bag to open the room.