Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

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Chapter 84

Under normal circumstances, Xue Yu would never use such vulgar words.

But he was too sleepy.

He didn’t sleep much the previous night, and had taken a long long-distance bus ride. If he arrived later, he might have to sleep on the street.

He could barely answer the phone now, only listening to half of a sentence or the last few words, and speaking without understanding the meaning. He didn’t know when the other party suddenly stopped talking.

After a long time, the man on the other end spoke again, but his voice was a little hoarse: "Do you want to eat instant noodles?"

Xue Yu nodded, not caring whether the other party could see him or not.

Fortunately, the man did not need his reply. "What else do you want to eat? Just tell me and I'll bring it to you."

Xue Yu was not stunned by the pie that fell from the sky. He was so trapped that he was still careful with his money. He made a body movement that others could not see, shook his head slightly and said, "Just instant noodles."

The man coaxed, "No, it's all free, you don't have to spend money."

Xue Yu paused for a moment: "Free?"

The voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, and the man didn't have to think hard to hear it clearly. It was obviously touched by the word "free".

The man smiled and continued to increase the stakes on this basis: "Yes, it can be any price, but it must be bought at night."

This benefit was a bit too good. He was neither a regular customer of the hotel nor a central figure, so there was no reason for it to be so good.

Xue Yu's vigilance finally rose. He frowned slightly: "Are you a Taiwanese?"

"Yes."

The man admitted without any psychological burden, and lied easily: "Don't think too much, this is just a benefit given by the hotel to consumers, it is a benefit for you, after all, you will be tired later."

Xue Yu didn't believe it.

He narrowed his eyes, which were stained with water vapor, and looked at the number on the landline through the blurred water film. After confirming that it was not a station, he identified the call as a scam call, "Find a job, don't lie."

After throwing down a few words that sounded like education and accusation, Xue Yu hung up the phone and buried his head in the pillow again. He buried his head too hard, and the pillows on both ends rose up, squeezing his snow-white cheeks.

At the moment when his consciousness fell into a daze again, a low knock on the door sounded.

Xue Yu had a temper like a clay statue. He was woken up twice but still swallowed his anger. He put on the hotel's disposable slippers and went to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, Xue Yu subconsciously raised his head.

Because the person at the door was too tall, much taller than the average height of passers-by on the street, his broad shoulders were stained with water, and the water stains on his dark gray clothes were soaked, outlining a tight line.

A section of the shoulder blade grew not soft meat like Xue Yu, but solid muscle, hard and solid. In addition, he had to lower his eyes, which made people feel taller, like a vigorous wolfhound.

Xue Yu stared blankly for a while, then said, "Nothing has happened."

The man walked in familiarly, like Xue Yu's legal husband, closed the door, and pinched Xue Yu's face, "Why do you say that?"