There were a large group of people present, but few understood“ OK. " Luo Yibei nodded to Qingmu Chen and left Luo's house. A man drove slowly on the road. The last place where the white Lamborghini stopped was a hotel far from the downtown. After arriving, he didn't get off, but took out a camera from the back of the car. It's too late for dinner. The restaurant of the hotel is very quiet. The sound of quiet music flows from the house. There are only people sitting at one table in such a large dining area. A pair of middle-aged men and women, men in neat suits, luxurious clothes, introverted and steady. On the contrary, the woman and the man wore very simple clothes, a simple cotton skirt and a simple shirt. The whole person was as simple and elegant as a spotless white orchid. They look about the same age. Apart from their clothes, they match well in other aspects. After a man sits down, his face is always consciously depressed, as if he is avoiding something“ For example, I don't want to be named or anything. You know, I'm not that kind of person. My character has never argued with anyone. What I want has never changed for so many years. " The middle-aged woman looked at the middle-aged man with affectionate eyes. When eating, she ate and covered the back of the man's hand“ Ah Jin, I know, I always know. " The middle-aged man didn't refuse each other's action, but held the woman's hand back, "but I want to give you everything I can give you." The middle-aged woman smiled and leaned her head on his shoulder. "It's enough for you to have that heart. I don't care, really."“ Ah Jin, I'm sorry for you all these years! " The middle-aged man looked at the woman's eyes with unusual tenderness. Luo Yibei sat in the car, holding the window in his hand, quietly watching the scene here, raised a sneer on his lips and raised the camera in his hand. The two people in the restaurant are still snuggling. The woman leaned on the man's shoulder for a long time. She ate a simple dinner for more than an hour. At more than eleven o'clock, they didn't leave, but went to the accommodation area above the restaurant one after another. The middle-aged man seems to be avoiding something. His head is always pressed very low all the way upstairs. Roy North pushed open the door and went down, followed them upstairs. After entering the elevator, the middle-aged man and the woman went directly to a room upstairs. Luo Yibei saw their door close. What happened in the house was blocked by a door. Luo Yibei stood in the corridor for a while, turned his eyes to the hotel waiter who just pushed the cart up, and asked, "which room did you send?" Few people in C city don't know his face. When he asked, the waiter answered honestly. Pointed to the room where the middle-aged man had just gone. The waiter greeted him and went on. Luo Yibei's eyes moved in the direction of his fingers. When the cart passed by, his hands quietly explored a bunch of flowers placed on the cart. His action was so slight that the waiter didn't notice anything at all. He pushed the cart directly and went in. Luo Yibei watched him take the bouquet of flowers in, listened to the dialogue inside, made sure that the flowers were accepted, and turned and left the hotel. He went straight home and didn't continue to pay attention here. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.