The Crown Hotel is not a high-rise building, but a very stylish hotel with a large outdoor area, mainly used for weddings and banquets.
Hua Can went to talk there, but soon ran into trouble.
However, when Chuzheng said that he could increase the price at will, Hua Can was very relieved and bold to talk about it again.
Hua Can did a good job this time.
Chuzheng picked an auspicious day-night Heifenggao to sign the contract.
After all, she still has to maintain the image of being imprisoned and helpless, weak and pitiful, otherwise the ghost knows where she is going to find her good person card.
In addition to the boss, there were also several managers of the Crown Hotel present.
It was only when I first signed the zheng that I remembered that the original owner was still a while away from becoming an adult.
"You sign for me." Chu Zheng looked at Hua Can.
Hua Can: "??"
Everyone in the Crown Hotel: "… "
Hua Can inexplicably owns a hotel.
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Chuzheng didn't take what Uncle Bai said to her heart at all, and it was only when Uncle Bai came to invite her that day that she suddenly remembered.
"Is it okay not to go?"
"Miss Song, the car is already waiting for you."
This just doesn't work.
People are under the eaves - it is impossible to bow your head, but you can give a face.
Chuzheng went to change his clothes.
Clothes that didn't look very distinctive when they were brought to the body, the effect was immediately apparent.
The white base and embroidery are used as embellishments. It is elegant and ingenious in design, and it also reveals a bit of elegance.
The irregular skirt is embroidered with gold threads and covered with a thin layer of gauze.
"It's pretty nice."
Uncle Bai smiled softly from behind: "Miss Song has a good temperament, which is just right for this dress."
Chu Zheng glanced at him.
Listen to what people have to say.
It is people who lining clothes, not clothes lining people.
This housekeeper is mine.
Chu Zheng thought to himself, how could he make a career out of it.
Chuzheng changed her clothes and was taken to modeling.
The original owner had a good foundation, but it was a little rough when he took it back.
But for the face of the Song family, Song's mother gave a lot of things.
In addition to the time in the villa, the original owner is already very beautiful.
So the stylist does it very easily.
Chuzheng did not expect that the place to go would be the Crown Hotel.
No wonder bastard let her buy this place before.
Today is Song Boxue's birthday.
The Song family had just recovered from the blow, and desperately needed such an opportunity to draw people around.
There were a lot of people who came in and out of the hotel door.
It's just that I don't know whether the people who come here are watching the fun or have other plans.
"Miss Song, this is a gift."
Uncle Bai handed the prepared gift to Chuzheng.
"What gift should I give him?" Chu Zheng didn't answer, and looked at the gate of the Song family: "I came here to give him face."
Uncle Bai smiled: "Miss Song, this is what your husband asked you to deliver."
Chuzheng stared at the box.
Not much.
square.
Well packaged.
Couldn't see what was inside, Chuzheng took it and weighed it, not too heavy.
Chuzheng hugged the box and looked at Uncle Bai, the almighty butler: "Otherwise we'll put a time bomb on him to scare him?"
Uncle Bai twitched the corner of his mouth.
The seriousness on Chuzheng's face is obviously not a joke!
It felt like if he nodded, she would immediately put a ticking time bomb inside.
"Miss Song, hurry in, we'll be waiting for you outside. You can hold this phone. If there is any danger, you can contact us."
Chuzheng didn't say anything, took the phone and handed an invitation at the same time.
I don't know which 18-line character is written on the invitation card, and I have never heard of it.
But this is just a passing scene and has no practical effect.
Chu Zheng felt that he could actually brush his face.
After all, this face looks exactly the same as Song Yanran.
However, the person at the door was from the hotel and did not know her.
Chuzheng gave the invitation before entering.
"Miss Song?"
A man bumped into the door, and the man stopped her in surprise: "Hey, look at me, I should call you President Song."
Although the hotel was transferred to the one named Hua Can, it was obviously Miss Song who contributed the money.
"Ok."
Chuzheng remembered him, the manager of the hotel, Chuzheng nodded to say hello.
"You came here to..."
Chuzheng patted the box indifferently without making a sound.
The manager remembered that the one who reserved the room here today belonged to the Song family, and that he had the same surname as Miss Song, and immediately made several twists in his mind: "Is Mr. Song you?"
"You talk a lot."
manager:"… "
I just want to flatter me!
The manager didn't dare to say any more, and brought Chuzheng in himself.
There were people greeting her on the road, and Chuzheng should also feel at ease.
Chuzheng swaggered in as she was the eldest miss of the Song family.
But when Song Boxue who was in the crowd saw Chu Zheng, his face changed in fright.
However, before Song Bo learned, he was robbed by others.
"Yanran? When did you come back?" The girl who came over was surprised.
There is no such person in the original owner's memory, and it is estimated that Song Yanran knew it.
The manager was very sensible and did not speak. The speaking girl glanced at the manager, thinking that it was Song Boxue's field today, and it was no surprise that the manager was following her, and she focused on Chuzheng.
"I heard that you have something to go abroad, and the school has asked for leave. We can't contact you, and we are worried about you. Hey, will you come back to live with your father today?"
"Yeah." Chu Zheng responded casually.
"I… "
"Yan Ran." Song Boxue interjected.
"Uncle Song." The girl immediately swallowed her words and greeted Song Boxue.
Song Boxue smiled: "Yanran, come with me."
Song Boxue wanted to pull Chuzheng, but was avoided by Chuzheng, but she went over there, Song Boxue had to withdraw her hand.
When he came to the corner, Song Boxue immediately attacked: "Song Chuzheng, what are you doing here?"
When he saw her, Song Boxue thought it was Song Yanran sneaking in, but upon closer inspection, he found that this person was not Song Yanran at all.
"He Sheng." Chu Zheng's voice was cold and handed the box: "Mr. Yu gave it to you."
Hearing Mr. Yu's three words, Song Boxue's whole body was jolted, and he fell down in cold sweat.
"Mr. Yu didn't find it?" Song Boxue asked in a low voice, like a thief.
Chu Zheng also thought that Song Boxue was very talented.
Aren't you brave when you do it
Why are you so stupid now.
But think about it, sometimes people do things with an impulse, and they will constantly regret and fear afterwards.
But what's the use of that.
have already done.
Chuzheng stretched out his hand, clicked on the box, then retracted his hand, wrapped it around his chest, and looked at him indifferently.
Song Boxue was very uncomfortable by Chu Zheng.
The daughter who had been raised in the countryside for more than ten years, the strangeness at this moment scared him.
Even if it is his own flesh and blood, he has not been raised by his side for more than ten years, so naturally he has no feelings.
Especially after Song Yanran was 'unreasonably bullied' by her several times, Song Boxue didn't have a good face towards her.
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