"Is the room not good? No, my aunt will change your room right away." She walked directly to Ye Jian and smiled cordially: "You are all guests. We have to make you sleep comfortable in the hotel."
This is a strong woman who is quick to do things. Ye Jian quickly got a good look, and quickly said politely: "No, no, I have something to go to the airport, so I got up early. I slept well and I was not used to it at all. ."
She could fall asleep anywhere, but the hotel security staff sent a special soldier over and woke her up at 3:30 in the morning.
"Go to Jiyang? That's right. I'm also going to pick up people at the airport and take my car." Mr. Song, with delicate makeup, smiled heartily. She should have just got up, with thin bloodshot eyes in her eyes, "Working." The staff picked up the car for me, walked, and waited outside."
He turned to the front desk again and said, "Xiao Fang, you prepare two breakfasts for me, one with coffee and one with fresh milk."
There was a drop-in ride at this time, and Ye Jianran’s face was full of joy, and she quickly thanked him: "Thank you, Mr. Song, then I’m welcome." So she doesn’t have to wait until five o’clock to take a ride at the Caesars Hotel. Get the uniform in advance.
"Oh, you kid, just call me auntie, tell me what Mr. Song can do." Mr. Song, who was a bit fierce between his eyebrows, couldn't help laughing. The child was really polite, "Don't blame me for the decision alone. Come, go, the car is coming."
Aunt Song Yang is a strong divorced woman. She divorced eight years ago and her daughter was awarded to her husband. Now she is going to pick up her daughter who has not seen each other for more than two years and returned from France.
As the car drove over, Ye Jian's eyes fell on the 97-year-old red Ferrari sports car. Then she saw that Aunt Song yawned several times. Ye Jian who wanted to say she could drive to the airport silently closed. Mouth.
"Auntie, did you have a good rest last night?" Sitting in the co-pilot seat, Ye Jian couldn't help but ask more. When she was training with the car soldiers, the instructor said the most was "don't drive fatigued".
Looking at Aunt Song, who looks quite tired now, and has never stopped yawning, Ye Jian is still a little uneasy. Tired driving is not good.
Mr. Song started the car with a smile, and drove the car slowly into the lobby door, "I didn't sleep all night, are you afraid that I can't drive well? Don't worry, I still have this skill."
"I haven't slept for a few consecutive nights, so I can still drive steadily." Mr. Song is really good at driving all the way, but whenever she yawns deeply, Ye Jian feels a little hairy.
When the auto soldiers arranged night training, they were really tired, eating hot peppers to refresh themselves, applying cool oil to resist fatigue, and using any hard way to keep their brains awake all the way.
But Mr. Song and the others are different. It is impossible to refresh themselves with such a ruthless method. Driving so tired all the way will definitely cause problems.
Ye Jian no longer cared about the value of the car, and simply smiled: "Aunt Song, let me drive. It will take an hour to go to the airport. I drive, and you sit for a rest?"
Ye Jian's words just fell silent, and a strong light suddenly shone from the opposite side. This was not the strong light of a small car, but the strong light of a large truck rushing towards him.
Mr. Song, who had not had a good rest, was so bright that he couldn't help but squinted his eyes, and he still hadn't realized what had happened in front of him.