Lose 100 million today

The Crown Hotel is not a high-rise building, but a very stylish hotel with a large outdoor area. It is mainly used for weddings and banquets.

Hua Can went there to talk, but soon ran into trouble.

However, when Chu Zheng said that he could increase the price at will, Hua Can was confident and bold enough to discuss it again.

Hua Can did a good job this time.

Chuzheng chose an auspicious day - a dark and windy night - to sign the contract.

After all, she still had to maintain the image of a helpless, weak and pitiful person imprisoned, otherwise who knows where she would go to find her good guy card.

In addition to the boss, there were also several managers of Crown Hotel present.

When Chu Zheng signed the lottery, I remembered that the original owner was still some time away from adulthood.

"You sign for me." Chuzheng looked at Hua Can.

Hua Can: "??"

Everyone at the Crown Hotel: "..."

Hua Can somehow owns a hotel.

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Chuzheng didn't take what Uncle Bai said to heart at all. It wasn't until Uncle Bai came over to invite her that day that she suddenly remembered.

"Is it okay if I don't go?"

"Miss Song, the car is waiting for you."

That just doesn't work.

People are under the eaves - it is impossible to bow their heads, but they can be rewarded with a face.

Chuzheng went to change her clothes.

The clothes looked unremarkable when they were brought in, but now when you put them on your body, the effect is immediately apparent.

With a white base and embroidery as embellishment, it is elegant, cleverly designed, and exudes a bit of clear nobility.

The irregular skirt is embellished with subtle embroidery using gold thread, and is covered with a thin layer of gauze. It rises back when walking, giving it a hazy fairy air.

"It's quite pretty."

Uncle Bai smiled gently from behind: "Miss Song has a good temperament, which matches this dress perfectly."

Chuzheng glanced at him.

Listen to what people say.

It is the person who complements the clothes, not the clothes that complement the person.

I wish this butler were mine.

Chuzheng secretly wondered how to get him to change jobs.

Chuzheng changed her clothes and was taken to do some styling again.

The original owner had a good foundation, but he was a little rough when he took it back.

But for the sake of the Song family's face, Song's mother gave them a lot of instructions.

Coupled with the time spent in the villa, the original owner is actually very beautiful.

So the stylist made it easy.

Chuzheng didn't expect that the place she went to would be the Crown Hotel.

No wonder the bastard asked her to buy this place before.

Today is Song Boxue’s birthday.

The Song family had just recovered from the blow and urgently needed this opportunity to build connections.

There were quite a few people coming, and there were people coming in and out of the hotel door.

I just don’t know if the people who come are more just to watch the fun or if they have other plans.

"Miss Song, this is a gift."

Uncle Bai handed the prepared gift to Chu Zheng.

"What gift should I give him?" Chuzheng didn't accept it and looked towards the Song family gate: "I'm here just to give him face."

Uncle Bai smiled: "Ms. Song, this is what your husband asked you to deliver on your behalf."

Chuzheng stared at the box.

Not big.

square.

Very well packed.

Unable to tell what was inside, Chuzheng took it and weighed it, but it wasn't very heavy.

Chuzheng held the box and looked at Uncle Bai, the omnipotent butler: "How about we put a time bomb on him to scare him?"

Uncle Bai's mouth twitched.

Chuzheng's serious face was obviously not joking!

It felt like as long as he nodded, she would immediately put a time bomb inside.

"Ms. Song, please go in quickly. We are waiting for you outside. You can take this mobile phone. If there is any danger, you can contact us."

Chuzheng said nothing more and took the phone, handing over an invitation at the same time.

I don’t know which 18th-line character the name on the invitation is, I’ve never heard of it.

However, this is just a formality and has no practical effect.

Chuzheng felt that she could actually brush her face.

After all, this face looks exactly like Song Yanran.

But the person at the door was from the hotel and didn't know her.

Chuzheng went in after giving the invitation.

"Miss Song?"

She bumped into a man at the door. The man stopped her in surprise: "Hey, look at me, I should call you Mr. Song."

Although the hotel was transferred to the person named Hua Can, it was obviously Miss Song who funded it.

"Um."

Chuzheng remembered him, the manager of the hotel, and Chuzheng nodded to say hello.

"You are here..."

Chuzheng patted the box indifferently and said nothing.

The manager remembered that the person who booked the table today was from the Song family, and they had the same surname as Miss Song. His mind suddenly turned around several times: "Mr. Song, are you?"

"You talk a lot."

manager:"……"

I just want to flatter you!

The manager didn't dare to say anything anymore and took Chuzheng in personally.

There were people greeting her on the road, so Chuzheng should feel at ease.

Chuzheng just pretended to be the eldest lady of the Song family and walked in ostentatiously.

But when Song Boxue saw Chu Zheng in the crowd, he was so frightened that his expression changed.

However, before Song Bo learned the lesson, he was overtaken by others.

"Yanran? When did you come back?" The girl who came over was surprised with some surprise.

The original owner did not remember this person, so he probably knew it from Song Yanran.

The manager was very sensible and didn't say anything. The girl who was talking glanced at the manager, thinking that today was Song Boxue's field, so it was not strange for the manager to follow her, and her attention was focused on Chu Zheng.

"I heard that you have something to go abroad, and the school has asked for leave. We can't contact you, and we are still worried about you. Hey, will you come back to celebrate your father's birth today?"

"Yeah." Chuzheng responded casually.

"I……"

"Yanran." Song Boxue interrupted.

"Uncle Song." The girl immediately swallowed her words and greeted Song Boxue.

Song Boxue smiled: "Yanran, come with me."

Song Boxue wanted to pull Chu Zheng, but Chu Zheng avoided her, but she walked in that direction, so Song Boxue had to take back his hand.

When he reached the corner, Song Boxue immediately attacked: "Song Chuzheng, what are you doing here?"

When he saw her, Song Boxue thought it was Song Yanran who had sneaked in, but when he took a closer look, he found that this person was not Song Yanran at all.

"Congratulations." Chuzheng said with a cold voice, handing the box over: "Mr. Yu gave it to you."

Hearing the words Mr. Yu, Song Boxue's whole body was filled with excitement, and cold sweat fell down.

"Didn't Mr. Yu notice it?" Song Boxue asked in a low voice, as if he was a thief.

Chuzheng also thought Song Boxue was quite talented.

Aren't you quite brave when you did it?

Why are you so cowardly now?

But think about it, sometimes people do things with enthusiasm, only to regret and be afraid afterwards.

But what's the use?

All has been done.

Chuzheng stretched out her hand, tapped the box, then retracted her hand, folded it across her chest, and looked at him indifferently.

Song Boxue felt uncomfortable being looked at by Chu Zheng.

This daughter who had been raised in the countryside for more than ten years was so unfamiliar to him at this moment that it frightened him.

Even if they are biological flesh and blood, they have not been around for more than ten years, so naturally they have no feelings.

Especially after Song Yanran was "ignorantly bullied" by her several times, Song Boxue didn't have a good look towards her.