Chapter 3

He has been pulling the door, a sincere face, I hesitated, or on his car.

Although I was cold and shivering in the car for a long time. He turned to look at me and raised the temperature of the air conditioner a few degrees.

I wanted to call my mother, but I was driven out without my mobile phone. I hesitated for a moment and asked him softly if I could make a phone call with my mobile phone.

He took the phone from the operator's desk and handed it to me.

I dialed my mother's phone and found that his mobile phone was connected to the car's audio Bluetooth. My mother's voice came out loud through the car's Audio: "what can I do for you this evening?"

"Mom, I come to live with you now..." I said awkwardly.

"I'm playing mahjong. No one is at home. Don't come. I'm busy. I'm hanging up."

I haven't responded yet. It's over there.

"I'm sorry, I forgot to connect my cell phone to the Bluetooth in the car." He turned to look at me, and I'm sure there's no sneer on his face.

I don't know what to say, just embarrassed and sad. My mother didn't ask me why I didn't live in my own home. I went to her home in the evening. She only cares about her mahjong, no matter what happens to my daughter.

The car fell into silence, no one spoke, but I suddenly sneezed, I really had a cold.

In front of him was a five-star hotel. He parked his car at the door of the hotel. The security guard pulled the door open, and the cold wind poured into the car. I was so cold that I shrank.

Now that he stopped, I had to get out of the car. By this time, he had taken off his coat and put it on me. "You can stay here tonight."

But I stood still.

I have nowhere to go, but I'm not ready to open a room with him.

He seemed to see through my mind and simply explained, "you live alone, I don't live here."

My face a heat, but my heart of villain degree gentleman's belly?

I followed him into the hotel. He went to the front desk to check in. I sat on the leather sofa in the lobby waiting for him. Looking from his back, he was still tall and straight. Seeing that he turned around, I quickly looked away.

He swiped his card into the elevator. When he got to the third floor, he opened the door of the room, handed me the card, then turned around and left.

I watched him walk into the elevator and said thank you later.

I locked the door, took off my wet clothes, went into the bathroom naked, put on my hotel pajamas after the bath, and then began to blow my wet clothes with an electric hair dryer.

There was a knock at the door.

I look into the cat's eye. It's him.

After hesitation, I opened the door. He handed over a plastic bag and a paper bag.

There is cold medicine in the plastic bag. There is a set of women's clothes and underwear in the paper bag.

"Remember to take medicine before going to bed. Your clothes are wet. You can't wear wet clothes tomorrow. Put on the clothes." He whispered.

I felt a warm feeling of being taken care of for a long time. Face a hot, low head said thank you.

He raised his hand and looked at his watch. "The U.S. stock market has opened. Can I borrow the computer in your room to see the market?"

I feel a little nervous again. Is this his excuse to enter the room? Does he really want to use the computer, or do he have any other ideas?