Back at the hotel, Siller helped her open a suite next to her room. After all the formalities were completed, he turned around and threw a card in front of her: "Don't lose it, return to the hotel before six o'clock every night, otherwise I will freeze this card immediately."
It was the uncle who paid for it, and besides, Leng Yiyao didn't bother to argue with him. She nodded with a good-natured look on her face that she would never run away from.
Seeing her like this, Xi Le felt that there was something really wrong with him. He didn't enjoy the nightlife at night, but he also checked in with the little girl next door every day, making himself look like a menopausal uncle looking for something to do. But it is obvious that he is not yet thirty years old.
"Get some rest early." He dropped these words irritably and returned to the presidential suite. Deep down, he felt that he really needed to take a good vacation when he returned to D City.
Leng Yiyao looked at his back and was silent for two seconds. Then she went back to the room with her room card and credit card, took off her shoes, and threw herself on the soft and white bed, staring directly at the top of her head. .
She was rarely in a daze, but at this moment, she rarely allowed her thoughts to wander to the sky.
The moment she woke up in Leng Yiyao's body, she inherited many things, such as the cold treatment of the second young lady of the Leng family, her indifferent father and brother, and her unique memory...
She sighed and closed her eyes. She still had three days in the capital anyway, so there was no rush.
Suddenly, the landline phone beside the bed rang loudly.
She opened her eyes in an instant, and a sharp look flashed across her face. The next moment, she turned sideways and quietly glanced at the phone.
"Ring ring ring—"
"Ring ring ring—"
The ringing sounded over and over again, obsessively, as if it was going to ring until she was willing to answer the phone.
She glanced at the incoming call reminder, which was a series of numbers with "0" as the content, without any clues.
As the lights began to turn on, she glanced out the window. It was already night, neon lights were everywhere, and everything was bustling, but the phone seemed to never stop.
With a slight curl of her lips, she finally picked up the phone.
The person over there seemed to laugh, and the sound was as noble as the sound of water droplets hitting black marble.
"Are you finally willing to answer the phone?" It was low and hoarse, and the last word had a slightly distant flavor.
She closed her eyes, but in her mind she couldn't help but picture this man's profile that could drive even gods crazy.
"When did the Marshal get so free and have time to call me?" She smiled, her eyes still cold, only the corners of her eyebrows were curved. If there was a second person next to her, she was afraid that she would be caught immediately. The beauty of this moment shocked me.
"I heard that you arrived in the capital. As the host, I always have time to make a phone call." Hemo raised his eyes slightly and leaned on the leather chair behind him. The buttons are all tightly buttoned, but the more it is like this, the more people can't take their eyes away. They want to peel off the layer of military green clothes and study the inside.
"Heard? Did you hear it from the royal family, or from Frey's report?" She brushed away a piece of hair from her ear, her eyes wandered, and her voice became quieter.
Even if Frey didn't take any action on the text message he sent back then, he would probably report it to him later.
As the "owner", he didn't care about her "life or death" at all. Instead, he waited for the dust to settle after her "narrow escape" before calling to express condolences...
Leng Yiyao pursed her lips and smiled. The marshal's heart was really cold...