I'm in trouble

On the way back to the hotel, Mo Yunshan sat in the passenger seat with his head leaning against the window, and was rarely silent.

When eating, Yin Ruli was as thoughtful and natural as if he was helping an old friend.It's as if they broke up peacefully at the beginning, and they can still be friends after breaking up.

This feeling is even more breathless than the other party pretending not to know her, or even having a hysterical quarrel.

Humans are really contradictory creatures.

"Do you know what it's like to look forward to dawn from dark?"

Mo Yunshan opened his mouth slowly, his breath was like a spring.

The niece who was driving didn't want to talk to her at first, but out of pity for her aunt, she replied, "I don't know."

Mo Yunshan: "I just read the lines by myself, don't pay attention to me, just let me drift alone, floating in the waves." After a pause, "I didn't expect that I have the talent to compose poetry."

niece:"……"

Mo Yunshan looked out the window and said calmly, "Do you want to hear the story between me and your Aunt Yin?"

Niece: "Can I choose?"

Mo Yunshan sighed: "Forget it, I won't force you."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes again, feeling dejected like Lin Daiyu.

Niece Mo Jingyu shook her head helplessly.

Although the little aunt seemed to want to talk, in fact, every time the words came to her mouth, she would stop and swallow again.

Maybe she couldn't really tell it to others as a story.

Only the wall lamp was turned on in the living room, glowing with a faint orange light, and the light was dim.

Yin Ruli was wearing a thin nightgown, with her beautiful legs crossed, stepping barefoot on the handmade carpet in front of the sofa.Holding the red wine glass in his hand, the glassware on the coffee table in front of him almost bottomed out.

She had already drank a lot before, but it didn't show on her face, her white skin was not flushed at all.

Yin Ruli raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, leaned over, gently put the goblet in his hand on the table, fell back, and leaned on the armrest of the sofa.

She held her temple with her left hand, narrowed her eyes slightly, and stretched her right hand forward, as if trying to grab something.

"Why are you willing to come back? It turns out that you still remember me, remember me... What's wrong with you remembering me? I have already forgotten you completely. You don't believe me, why don't you believe me? I already knew , Feelings are the most unreliable thing, I don't need...don't need..."

The person on the sofa frowned and muttered for a while, slowly closed his eyes, and his breathing became steady.

16-year-old Mo Yunshan broke into her dream.

When I was a student wearing a blue and white school uniform, I was a sophomore in high school.

Yin Ruli's Aosay class is at the end of the corridor, and Mo Yunshan's classroom is also at the end of the corridor, but it's the tenth class at the rear of the toilet.

There was no intersection between them.

Yin Ruli noticed Mo Yunshan because he inadvertently noticed that the other person looked at him with hostility.

If the first time was an accident, and the second time was a coincidence, the three times, four times, and five times... prove that Mo Yunshan really hates herself.

A person's interest in another person may start from a good impression, or it may start from curiosity. Yin Ruli's interest in Mo Yunshan is the latter.

Every time Yin Ruli passed by the class at the door of the toilet, he could see Mo Yunshan surrounded by a circle of girls, and he seemed to be very popular.

However, if the other party accidentally turned his gaze to see him, he would roll his eyes with disdain.

This mystery was not solved until the two accidentally entered the same university, and it took a long time.

In the dream, at the registration office on the university campus, 16-year-old Mo Yunshan turned into a ten-year-old.

That was the first time they spoke.

Yin Ruli leaned forward and slowly approached Mo Yunshan's face, only two fingers away from each other's nose tips.

The fragrance of a girl and the smell of sunshine, mixed together, penetrated into the tip of the nose.

"Do you really dislike me?" Yin Ruli asked the question that he had been curious about for a long time.

"No...no." The girl opposite was a little flustered.

Yin Ruli saw the guilty conscience of the girl in front of her, but didn't expose it, and said jokingly, "It's not that I don't like it, it's that I like it?"

This time Mo Yunshan was categorical: "That's impossible."

Yin Ruli hooked a smile: "I'm just kidding you, don't be so excited."

At that moment, Yin Ruli realized——

Mo Yunshan seems quite cute.

In the lobby of the Ritz Carl Hotel.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Lu, our presidential suite has already been occupied by guests, and I'm afraid there is no way to make it vacant for the time being."

The manager in a small suit and tube skirt stood in front of the VIP sofa, bowing and explaining something.

"You know that I'm Liz Carl's full-line spokesperson, right? I made an appointment in advance and you still give the presidential suite to someone else. Don't you take me too seriously?"

A light-brown-haired woman in sunglasses sits on a sofa with her hands crossed, her legs raised, and she looks domineering.

Judging from these words, he should be a star.

"Miss Lu, our background shows that your appointment is on the 30th of this month, today—"

Lu Yunyun interrupted: "Manager Fang, I made an appointment on the 3rd of this month, did your staff remember the wrong time?"

The hotel manager remained patient and smiling, and said softly, "Miss Lu, our system does show that your reservation is on the 30th."

...and it was only two hours before the appointment.

Lu Yunyun raised the volume: "You mean my assistant made an appointment at the wrong time? Is it our side that made a mistake?"

The hotel manager said with a good attitude: "Miss Lu, although the presidential suite is not available for the time being, we have other suites in the hotel. The window of the viewing room on the 18th floor can have a panoramic view of the Lu River. I took pictures by the window and checked in. I asked the service desk to give you a discount, do you think it is okay?"

Lu Yunyun took off his sunglasses and snorted: "Do you think I'm short of that money? Or do you think I'm on the same level as those tasteless little stars? I don't need you to give me a discount. I just want to hurry up now." Order to live in the presidential suite. No matter what reason you find, I hope you can move the guest of the presidential suite within half an hour. The room on the 18th floor, give that guest a discount, and I will pay the bill for that person It's OK, anyway, I only live in the best ones."

The significance of the presidential suite in this hotel is not only how good the hardware facilities are, what kind of scenery you can see, but also a sign of identity.

Lu Yunyun is here to participate in the annual ceremony of the top domestic fashion magazine "One Fashion" two days later. Other celebrities live in ordinary suites, but she lives in the presidential suite, and she has already won at the starting line.This is why she has to live in the presidential suite even if she goes to battle in person.

The lobby manager wondered: "Ms. Lu's reservation information is indeed much later than your actual arrival at the store. The guest came in through normal check-in procedures. Our hotel has no right to change the guest's room at will. I hope Ms. Lu can understand. As long as that guest checks out, I'll arrange for you to check in immediately, do you think it's okay?"

Lu Yunyun: "I don't have a home, do I have to stay in a hotel every day? Or can you guarantee that the guest can check out tomorrow, and the next day is my biggest concession."

Behind her stood a little girl wearing glasses, with several bags of different shapes hanging on her body, probably an assistant.

The little assistant lowered her head and remained silent. She didn't know whether she felt embarrassed to help, or she was afraid of making her artist angry by talking too much without authorization.

"The young man is so angry!"

At this time, a long-legged woman in casual clothes came over. It was Mo Yunshan who had returned from eating out alone.

Lu Yunyun probably knew the woman who came over, and stood up in surprise: "Teacher Mo!"

Mo Yunshan raised his eyebrows: "Know me?"

Lu Yunyun smiled slightly: "How can I not know the senior best actress who just won the little gold medal?"

The hotel manager breathed a sigh of relief silently, and said, "Miss Mo is the guest staying in the presidential suite."

Lu Yunyun's expression froze instantly.

If I backed down now, wouldn't I want people to think that she was a bully and a snobbery?

Based on this, Lu Yunyun still had a strong attitude: "If the manager doesn't help me solve the problem today, I can only tell you, Mr. Yin, how aggrieved I am as a spokesperson."

Liz Carl is a hotel brand under the Yin Group, and the President Yin she talks about is Yin Ruli, the president of the Yin Group.

Before Mo Yunshan came over, he had already listened to the conversation between the two of them. It was nothing more than a little star playing big names, and he was determined to make it difficult for the hotel manager to vacate the presidential suite for her.

Under normal circumstances, Mo Yunshan is not interested in meddling in other people's business, but it just so happens that the tenant of that room is herself.

"I just overheard some of your conversation. What does this lady mean, that she hopes that I can move to another room?" Mo Yunshan smiled, and his tone was very gentle.

Lu Yunyun bit the bullet and said: "Mr. Mo, I'm not targeting you, it's just that I made an appointment with the hotel in advance, but they recorded the wrong time. I'm also quite wronged."

Although she was polite to Mo Yunshan, she didn't really have much respect in her heart.

She is currently one of the top female stars in domestic traffic, and the endorsements on her body are also super-level, with tens of millions of fans on Weibo.

Although Mo Yunshan has a high international status, there are still many people in China who don't know any Oscar queens at all. If they really compare for traffic, they may not be able to compare with themselves.

Thinking of this, Lu Yunyun gained a bit more confidence.

Mo Yunshan nodded: "Everyone is sitting in the hotel lobby and there is no room to live in, so it should be wronged."

"It's great that you think so too!" Lu Yunyun said with a smirk, "Just now the hotel manager said that the viewing room on the 18th floor can be discounted now. You are a senior, of course I have to let you get this discount , after all, the room rate here is not low at night, no one’s money comes from the strong wind, so the province still needs to save some money.”

Mo Yunshan blinked innocently: "But what if I, an old man, really don't want to change my room? If you want to rob my room because you are a full-line spokesperson, I will be angry too."

Lu Yunyun did not confront Mo Yunshan, but looked at the hotel manager, asking her to find a way.

Ritz Carl's high-end hotel chain covers dozens of cities in China. The hotel manager is only working for this hotel, but the other party is the spokesperson of the entire brand. Changing rooms is against the purpose of service.

How to choose... The hotel manager is in a dilemma.

Mo Yunshan said casually: "This hotel is owned by the Yin Group. Why don't you ask Mr. Yin to come over and ask her what to do? If she thinks I'm not worthy of the presidential suite, I'll pack my bags and leave."

Lu Yunyun seemed to have heard a joke, and raised the corner of his mouth and said: "Mr. Mo, Boss Yin is very busy. I can't surprise her with such a trivial matter."

Mo Yunshan showed a playful smile: "It sounds like you are quite considerate of her."

Lu Yunyun's face suddenly became a little shy.

Mo Yunshan simply sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs, and had an aggressive aura: "If Boss Yin doesn't come today, I'll just sit here and not move my butt."

The rest of the people: "..."