Chapter 107： Not what I thought

City F, Hyatt Regency Hotel.

Fu Shimo picked up a stack of documents and prepared to go to the Central Hospital to check on Lu Ting's recovery after the operation.

"Wong Buzz-"

There was a vibrating sound from the phone.

Pick it up and log in to Weibo.

I saw that the only follower "Yan Zhixu" posted a Weibo at noon.

Swiping the screen with clear-boned fingers, I saw the group Yanyao CP, a group of high-spirited netizens in the comment area.

He was holding the phone, his fingers rubbing against the screen, his knuckles turned white, and the blue veins on the back of his hands bulged.

But seeing the hateful words she sent, the coldness in her eyes subsided slightly, and she returned to calm.

Turn off the phone, push the frame on the bridge of the nose, pick up the sorted documents, and go out.

Hotel reception.

The lady at the front desk saw Fu Shimo walking out of the elevator, her eyes were full of nympho.

But the aura of alienation exuding from his whole body was too strong, so that people couldn't have the courage to ask him for a WeChat account, and only dared to silently lick the beauty of the prosperous world.

After a short period of nympho, the eyes of the lady at the front desk were filled with doubts.

Strangely, if a guest with such an outstanding appearance had checked in with her, she would not have forgotten it.

He lowered his head, tapped the keyboard with both hands, and searched among the occupants.

After searching for a long time, including the presidential suite, I couldn't find the check-in information of this guest.

"how could be……"

He murmured in a low voice, and continued to work hard, trying to find it.

I searched again, but still found nothing, not a single clue was found.

The front desk frowned, puzzled.

She stared at the screen, typed on the keyboard boredly, and glanced casually out of the corner of her eyes, and saw the top-floor independent suite on the screen.

The body was stiff, the movements of typing on the keyboard stopped, and the tears were unbelievable.

"This this this..."

She stammered and panicked.

The independent suite on the top floor is even more powerful than the presidential suite, and even their manager does not know the information of the occupants.

The lady at the front desk gulped wildly, "Damn...it's not what I think it is, right?"

Raised his head, his eyes searched for Fu Shimo's figure in the lobby.

I just saw him lift his foot out of the hotel door, his posture is tall and straight, and the two contradictory breaths of gentleness and alienation appear on him, but it does not make people feel abrupt.

——

The scandals on the Internet come fast, but everyone just eats it as a more interesting melon, and it doesn't cause much sensation.

But there are still a small part of Yan Yao CP, but they only dare to surround themselves with cuteness.

Yan Zhixu ate a bowl of noodles and sat in the living room wearing slippers. The ultra-thin TV hanging on the wall was playing "Sword Immortal" starring Rong Cheng.

I have to say, this TV is well made, and the costumes and props are very impressive.

She looked at Rong Cheng's face, "Tsk, no wonder it fascinates my mother."

On the TV, Shen Yin, the **** of the fairy world played by Rong Cheng, holds a cold sword in his hand, and the other hand is behind his back, looking indifferently at the group of evil cultivators in the demon world.

Yan Zhixu's eyes fell uncontrollably on his sword holding hand.

She lifted her eyelids, her red lips parted lightly, "Hands are not bad, but..."

It's just not bad. It's not amazing. Compared with Dean Fu's, there is still a certain gap.

Fu Shimo's knuckled hands, as well as his calm, restrained, and abstinent face suddenly appeared in his mind.