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All presidential suites at the King Hotel are on this floor. And she was standing outside the king's most luxurious presidential suite at the moment. 8088 this room, she knows, read the introduction in the fashion magazine. According to reports, this room has an area of ​​more than 800 square meters, with countless rooms inside. The guests who are usually received here are also VIPs.

Will he ... be in it?

Xia Xingchen swiped into the door and stood in the hall, only to feel a quiet surrounding. nobody......

In such a large space, no lights are turned on, which makes people feel more upset. She twisted a dim wall lamp in the hall, letting a light layer cover the whole room.

She took off her heels and stepped barefoot on the soft carpet. The room was constant temperature and not cold. She hung her coat on a hanger beside her, poured a glass of water, and walked to the terrace. Outside, the wind was blowing and it was still cold.

Although the others were not there, Xia Xingchen knew that he must have asked Rui Gang to bring himself here.

tonight......

Will he come over?

Xia Xingchen has never expected to see him this way. She stood on the terrace overlooking the lights and stars below the 80th floor. This is his country. The night is deep and the sparks are diffuse, like the vast ocean.

Everything belongs to that man ...

Just looking at it like this makes people irresistibly intoxicated.

No wonder, those men are willing to do everything they can to get that right, to stand in this supreme position. Overlooking sentient beings here, she even feels agitated. Besides, they are ambitious?

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I do n't know how long it took, '嘀嘀 ——' a few times, the door of the room slowly opened again.

There was a faint light pouring out of the hall, and the man's face was vigilant, but when he saw the slim back on the terrace, Jujun's face was light and relaxed.

"It seems that Miss Xia has arrived." Leng brown followed him. Obviously, he also saw her.

Bai Yeqing waved his hand to let Leng Brown back out.

After a while, everyone left. Take the door, and in the large room, only two of them are left.

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Xia Xingchen glanced at his watch, and it was almost 0 o'clock. She had been unknowingly here for almost two hours. During these two hours, his mind was back and forth.

Hasn't he come yet?

Xia Xingchen sighed and turned around, holding the cup, ready to enter the room. However, when he turned around, the man who suddenly caught his eyes surprised her. The cup in his hand did not hold steady, and fell down. The man reached out unhurriedly, and easily caught the cup steadily.

"It's so easy to see each other, so as to make you scared like this?" Bai Yeqing looked at her deeply, with a little bit of embarrassment in his eyes, and a little complicated and unpredictable feeling. He set the cup aside.

Xia Xingchen then reacted—the person in front of him was either his own imagination or himself. I don't know when he stood behind him without knowing it.

Looking at him, his nose was pantothenic. At that moment, all the worries, all the anxieties, all the restlessness, all at this moment, like the floodgates, were all violently released.