Mrs. Ruanmeng is a little ancestor

Chapter 245 Maybe You Can Recognize Him at a Glance

Bian Mu drove to the Salton Hotel.

It was just dawn at this time, and the city was still shrouded in a hazy layer of fog.

The car was fully heated.

When An Qianyin helped Su Ho out, she still couldn't help shivering, so she quickly wrapped up her coat and entered the hall.

Bian Mu didn't come in, and asked the person at the door to stop the car before entering.

The rooms of An Qianyin and Su Ho are adjacent to each other.

But this time Suho had a leg injury, just in case she needed help but no one was around, and everyone booked a single room.

After An Qianyin washed up in her own room, she went directly to Su Ho's room to rest.

The bed is quite big, enough for two people to rest.

After staying up all night, everyone was very tired.

It was almost evening before An Qianyin woke up.

Probably because of being frightened a lot today, Su Ho still slept very peacefully, without any sign of waking up.

She waited until An Qianyin was hungry and opened the door to go out, but she didn't move.

An Qianyin didn't ask the waiter to deliver the food, but went out by herself.

Just take it as a way to travel after work, just to see if there are any special delicacies nearby.

An Qianyin asked the front desk attendants, and after referring to their opinions, walked out of the revolving door.

It was already evening at this time, the sky outside was dark, the street lights were brightly lit, and there was a cold wind blowing.

An Qianyin wrapped her coat tightly, put on her headphones and listened to music.

Not far away, a black McLaren just stopped.

Not long after, a handsome man in a suit and leather shoes came out of the car, with a refined temperament all over his body.

"Mr. Han."

Immediately at the door, someone came over with a smile to greet him, "Your presidential suite is open, please follow me up."

As he spoke, he bowed his body, "Excuse me, are you hungry? Would you like the back kitchen to cook a table for you first..."

The waiter's voice faded away.

The people who followed Han Yejun also went up together.

If An Qianyin just turned around at this moment, she might be able to recognize him at a glance.

He recognized him as the man who gave her a strange gift at the dinner party on the day of the funeral.

He said it was given to her, but An Qianyin has never opened it no matter what method he has used so far, and he doesn't know what is inside.

Rather than eagerly knowing what was inside, what An Qianyin wanted to know was why she was given a gift to someone who had never masked her face before.

And it can be seen at a glance that it is not an ordinary expensive gift.

An Qianyin took the gift box and went to a special store to open it, but the technicians took a long time and not only failed to open it, but also did not dare to forcefully pry it open later.

Because the price of this package is beyond his reach.

He was afraid that if a care was broken, he would not be able to pay for it if he went bankrupt.

So in the end, An Qianyin just left it in an inconspicuous corner and let it fend for itself, maybe one day it will really open for no reason.

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late at night.

The presidential suite on the top floor.

The temperature in the room is suitable, even if Han Yejun only wears a thin coat, he doesn't feel cold.

He sat on the sofa, pinching the space between his brows tiredly.

The female secretary stood aside and reported his work schedule for the next day in an orderly manner.

5 minutes passed.

The female secretary, He Nuo, was still reporting on his work.

Han Yejun pursed his thin lips, and couldn't help laughing: "Okay...don't talk, let me rest for a while."

Why is she reporting work so seriously.

"Mr. Han, you can't be so lazy..." Before He Nuo could finish speaking, he was wrapped in his arms and pulled him into his arms.

The documents in her hand were thrown to the ground innocently.

He Nuo pushed and shoved a few times, put the document back on the desktop, and then glared at Han Yejun with some resentment.

(End of this chapter)