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Seeing Zhong Zhe's disbelief, unable to move at all, Cheng Ling explained lightly: "This is the only place where you don't ask about the origin of the guests, don't register the guests, and don't meddle in other people's business."

Zhong Zhe came to his senses in an instant, and had to say that this was a brilliant idea. He himself would never have imagined that a person like him would come to this kind of place, let alone the other party who was investigating.

He looked up again at the surrounding neighborhood, where there were layers of bright red signboards, and explicit posters that made people subconsciously avoid looking at them.

The thought of stepping into a small hotel and smelling, seeing, and even touching all kinds of things will only be more unbearable than what he experienced in the subway just now. Zhong Zhe really needs to take a few deep breaths before he can lift his legs towards that hotel. shop.

He comforted himself that his life was the most important thing, so he passed it, and his 'first' experience tonight was more exciting than the last.

Cheng Ling was in front, Zhong Zhe was behind, Paris at midnight, the atmosphere filled with intoxication in the darkness, the two entered the Hotel Amour Love Journey store next to each other.

After passing through the inconspicuous entrance, Zhong Zhe was really surprised by the scene inside. What he saw was an elegant and quiet patio garden, with dots of lights wrapped around the bushes, creating a world of dreams.

Walk through the garden and enter the exquisite reception hall. The works of well-known Parisian photographers are hung on the entire wall. Under the retro decoration style of the 30s, the furniture and fabrics are all chic fashion items from LV, Marc Jacob, and CK.

Zhong Zhe looked at Cheng Ling in surprise, "Where did you find this place?"

"Why, it's different from what you thought?" Cheng Lingyin raised the corners of his lips with a hidden smile, and took out a folded magazine title page as if by magic.

Zhong Zhe curiously took it from Cheng Ling's hand, unfolded it, and there were clear tear marks on the edge of the shiny coated paper. He looked down, and there was an article titled "Top Ten Autumn and Winter Fashion Spots for Lovers in Europe" on it. recommended article.

HotelAmour, as an excellent "indoor sports" venue, was highlighted by the editor of the travel magazine, and it was stamped with the stamp of the season's best dating style award in the right corner of the column.

Zhong Zhe looked at Cheng Ling in disbelief, not knowing where to start.

"Someone pulled it down on the subway, I flipped through it casually, and thought that since I always go to this kind of place, at least this one shouldn't make you too disgusted."

Zhong Zhe felt extremely happy, his beautiful eyes gradually curved, but his mouth was stinging: "My DearDavid, am I so difficult to serve in your eyes?"

He was so happy that Cheng Ling cared about him so much, he got carried away for a while, shook his head, and put his right hand on Cheng Ling's shoulder.

The strange thing is that Cheng Ling could back away without a trace, but let Zhong Zhe's hand rest on his shoulder for a moment, and at the same time answered him with certainty, "It's difficult to serve, but it's okay, it's just difficult, I can handle it too."

Zhong Zhe laughed completely, "You said this, before the matter is over, you must not be overwhelmed."

Cheng Ling had no intention of answering, and went straight to the front desk inside. He asked to register a room in English. The check-out time is [-]:[-] tomorrow morning. The more expensive the room type, the better.

Zhong Zhe laughed silently again.

"I'm very sorry, there are no vacancies anymore. Would you like to look elsewhere?" The guy at the front desk replied politely, but Zhong Zhe and Cheng Ling were both stunned by the message he sent.

Unexpectedly, there are no vacancies.

Cheng Ling said thank you lightly, then turned to go out.

Before he could take a step, Zhong Zhe reached out and grabbed him.

"Wait." Zhong Zhe winked at him, with an expression of waiting for a good show written on his face.

Cheng Ling turned around and watched Zhong Zhe communicate with the front desk again in fluent French.

The two first politely asked me to answer, and soon after the other party showed a surprised tone, the atmosphere suddenly became enthusiastic, the speed of the two people's speech accelerated a lot, and a long period of back and forth began, and after a while , each other became obviously polite again, and the conversation came to an end for the time being.

Zhong Zhe walked back to Cheng Ling, leaned into his ear and said, "Give me some money, and ask for more tips." After the matter of the art exhibition space, he has long since lost a penny.

Cheng Ling slightly turned his head to answer him, obviously both of them spoke Chinese, and they were not afraid that outsiders would understand, there was no need to get so close, but Cheng Ling still whispered close to Zhong Zhe's ear and said, "Just follow him, I'll give it."

While speaking, Cheng Ling's breath blew past, scratching Zhong Zhe's heart a little itchy, he took a step back, hummed softly, and turned his head to indicate that the brother at the front desk could lead them to the room.

Desire-inducing musk wafts through the dark corridors. The bright pink walls are in sharp contrast with the dark wall panels and wooden doors. No matter how exquisite and elegant the decoration of the whole hotel is, the ambiguous theme in the bones cannot be escaped by this scent tone alone. .

When the three went upstairs, the younger brother had already changed his face to Zhong Zhe with a smile on his face. Without the alienation and politeness when the two of them entered the door, he looked at Cheng Ling who followed closely behind with an expressionless face, and suddenly blinked at Zhong Zhe After saying a long sentence, Zhong Zhe burst into laughter immediately after hearing it, and also cast a glance at Cheng Ling, and made the little brother laugh non-stop when he replied.

In front of the suite, the front desk thanked Cheng Ling for the generous tip and left.

Entering the room, Cheng Ling asked Zhong Zhe: "What did you tell the front desk just now? The two of you succeeded like that."

"Why didn't you ask me how I got the room?" Zhong Zhe blinked.

Cheng Ling took off his jacket and said, "I've already lost a little bit in English. The French, sometimes love depends on your mood. If you respond fluently in pure French, the front desk will first have a good impression, and with your gestures With your style, I probably guessed that you are a high-class son, so naturally I have a desire to serve.

You don't even need to listen to what you say, based on these two points alone, it's definitely better for you to settle him than me.

People like you have always spent a lot of money. If you can earn more tips in the middle of the night, don't you think people are still struggling with money. "

Zhong Zhe smiled, "Quan Zhong. I asked him, if the French president came with his lover, would he be able to vacate a vacant room, and he said that there must be. I knew there was something to be done after hearing this answer, and then we naturally talked about it." He Slowly took off Cheng Ling's coat, still wearing his shirt, and returned to the previous question, "Do you really want to know what I said to the front desk in the end?"

Cheng Ling knew that Zhong Zhe was teasing him, so he nodded cooperatively without revealing.

"Well... the front desk wished me a happy night." Zhong Zhe smiled with his mouth tightly closed.

"No more?" Cheng Ling raised his eyebrows.

Zhong Zhe affirmed very seriously, "It's gone."

After he finished speaking, he began to look at the whole room. The style is a typical retro black and white line style in the 30s and [-]s. Several shiny spherical mirrors of different sizes are dotted everywhere, which naturally has its magical effect.

They won't be needed tonight, Zhong Zhe felt a little amused in his heart, turned around and went to the bathroom, ready to take a good wash and rest.

Cheng Ling's voice sounded faintly behind him, "Are you sure, the guy at the front desk didn't half-joke with you just now, 'If you need 'help' at night, you can ring the call bell by the bed at any time", and you replied to him , Don’t look at the surface of everything, you can guarantee that you will not be the one who needs to ring the bell.”

Zhong Zhe stumbled suddenly and knocked directly into the bathroom, and there was a bang sound, and his right elbow hit the washbasin.

Before he got up, Zhong Zhe turned around and gritted his teeth and said, "Are you kidding me?"

"Someone said in front of my face first that he wanted me to ring the bell for help." Cheng Ling's tone couldn't be more serious, "I don't speak French very well, which is why I started to speak English. But it's not a big problem." He explained, got up and walked towards the bathroom.

Cheng Ling stepped into the room and stretched out his hand, signaling for a tie, a truce, and leaned over to pull Zhong Zhe up.

Zhong Zhe slowly handed back his right hand, and suddenly with all his strength, he wanted to slam Cheng Ling down, even if he had to fall to the ground due to too much force, it was better than holding his breath in his heart.

Just when he was about to start, Cheng Ling squeezed Zhong Zhe's right hand tightly in an instant, exerting force a moment too early, not only did not make Zhong Zhe lie down, but instead pulled him into his arms.

His body was tense, his right hand twisted his right hand, and his left hand naturally stroked his back. He pressed against his ear, and when he was panting, two breaths that were exclusively masculine merged.

There is the sound of dripping water in the washbasin. In the quiet night, dripping dripping makes one's heart tighten.

He sighed heavily towards him, "Don't make trouble, my right hand."

Zhong Zhe was taken aback by Cheng Ling, and he didn't dare to make trouble anymore. He hurriedly lowered his head to look at Cheng Ling's injured right shoulder. Without the cover of his coat, the wound that had been treated in a hurry before was still there, and his shirt was stained red with blood.

"How?" Zhong Zhe asked anxiously.

Cheng Ling let him go, and said calmly: "Go and get me a sewing kit, just look back, you don't need to do it."

The author has something to say: Hey, the author who is bald with literary names from time to time does not know which name is more attractive for collection.