Ye Wangchuan turned on the air conditioner for her and said in a slow and gentle voice: "You take me as your driver?"
Qiao Nian lifted the brim of her hat, revealing her beautiful eyes and looked in his direction, then put her hand down again, chuckled and said nonchalantly, "Thank you, Mr. Ye."
"… "what
Ye Wangchuan's eyebrows twitched suddenly and he looked at her deeply.
After a moment, he put his hands on the steering wheel to restart the car, turned the wheel, and said lazily: "Next time, remember to say thank you with more sincerity."
Qiao Nian knew what he meant by "sincerity", so he slumped down in the seat, opened the car window, and looked out the window, imitating his usual behavior, and naturally pretended to be dumb and didn't hear anything...
"Tsk, God Qiao has become smarter." A soft laugh rolled out of Ye Wangchuan's throat, low and charming.
Qiao Nian closed the car window again, put her hands on her legs and looked back at him, her dark eyes were quite anxious and a little depressed: "Drive carefully."
"Okay." Ye Wangchuan suppressed the frivolous look on his handsome face, returning to his usual lazy and noble appearance, and did not continue.
…
The hotel shown in the location Jiang Li sent is one of the most famous hotels in Continent M and also a chain hotel, M.
An hour later, Qiao Nian arrived at the M Hotel.
Ye Wangchuan went to park the car first, and then she went in first.
She had just walked into the hotel when she heard a heated argument coming from one side of the hotel lobby.
"No! Our artists must stay in the presidential suite. We clearly wrote this in the contract."
The person who spoke was a short-haired woman in her twenties, slightly plump and inconspicuous, wearing ordinary sportswear.
But from her demeanor and tone of voice, it can be seen that she is difficult to get along with and is quite sarcastic and mean.
The person standing opposite her and explaining to her was a photographer, who was carrying photographic equipment and was sweating profusely: "It's not that we are not following the contract, we just didn't expect that the hotel's presidential suite requires a reservation, and we didn't make a reservation before..."
"That's your problem, not ours." The round-faced, slightly plump woman said coldly.
The photographer was a little anxious, scratching his head and lowering his voice to plead: "Sister Bibi, please do me a favor. It's not easy for everyone to make money. Things have come to this. Please tell Miss Mu Yiyi and ask her to make some concessions. I will make an appointment for her tonight and change the room tomorrow. Can you just stay here for one night?"
Before the round-faced woman could speak, the photographer pulled her arm and begged again: "Please, please, Director Li is already very angry, I don't want to lose my job."
The round-faced, slightly plump woman hesitated for a moment, looked at him, shook his hand away and said, "Then I'll go ask Yiyi for you."
"thanks, thanks."
"Let me tell you first, there's nothing I can do even if she doesn't want to. After all, this is your fault." The assistant still had a condescending attitude.
The photographer had to thank the person profusely: "Okay, please tell Miss Mu Yiyi for me, thank you."
Qiao Nian took a quick glance and saw the slightly plump assistant go find a woman with chestnut curly hair, wearing exaggerated sunglasses and a mask.
She picked up her hands and walked towards the front desk to meet Jiang Li and the others.
Jiang Li was at the front desk with the director, the leading actor and other staff members, and they were all talking about accommodation.
Director Li kept apologizing to them: "I am really sorry that I didn't make the arrangements this time. Please make do with me tonight. I will definitely find a way to solve the accommodation problem tomorrow."
(End of this chapter)