The wardrobe in room 404 contained a lot of women's clothes, whether it was exquisite cheongsams or complicated dresses. She chose a Western-style dress with a blue base and white lace.

Suitable, as if tailor-made, it makes her whole person gentle and restrained.

She simply combed her hair on the dressing table and paired it with a pearl necklace, which enhanced her overall temperament. For the sake of appearance, she also picked a pair of sapphire earrings and even wore a large diamond ring on her hand. It was just because her foot was injured.

The shoes were really not good enough, so I had to put them on and take them off when I left the room.

She came to the first floor. At this time, people were coming and going in the lobby, and the waiters also started to work. People who came and went couldn't help but look at her a few more times. This made Song Wushuang very embarrassed. Although she was pretty good-looking,

, but not to the point where the return rate is high.

A chubby little girl wearing hotel work clothes came from nowhere and pulled her and shouted, "Sister An An, you are back, are you really back?"

Song Wushuang was startled. The fat girl had tears in her eyes and refused to let go of her hand.

Seeing that Song Wushuang was at a loss, the younger brother came to the rescue. He pulled the fat girl away and reminded him, "Xiao He, Xiao He, she is not An Xin, she is the new front desk manager hired by the boss."

The younger brother explained to her, "Xiao He used to serve Miss An An. After Miss An An left, she came to work in the hotel."

"I see, Xiaohe, you may be disappointed. I'm not at ease."

"You lied to me. You must have lied to me. You don't even know it. After you left, I cried for a long time. I was not used to it when you were away. They bullied me at home. Fortunately, Mr. Zhou still read

An old love transferred me to a hotel, otherwise, I will definitely not be able to survive." The fat girl named Xiaohe became more and more sad as she talked, and her big tears fell down.

Crying and crying, she still hugged Song Wushuang and refused to let go, "You are finally back, you are finally back."

Xiao He's voice was a bit loud and attracted many people's attention, which made Song Wushuang very uncomfortable. She pushed her away carefully, "Xiao He, I really am not An Xin. My name is Song Wushuang."

However, Xiao He was too strong, so she still didn't push the fat girl away. She had no choice but to ask for help from her little brother. After the little brother received the distress signal, he tried hard to pull Xiao He away, but there was a disparity in strength. "She is really not Miss An An," she said.

She is Mr. Zhou’s new front desk manager Song Wushuang.”

Although Xiao He let go of her hand, she still had a questioning expression. She simply did not believe that there were two people who looked exactly the same in the world.

The little brother sniffed, "What does it smell like? Is the kitchen making Western-style cakes? It smells so good." He deliberately lowered his voice, "Xiaohe, go and try it. If it tastes good, you can secretly leave two pieces for us."

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Xiao He knew that he was trying another way to drive her away. Xiao He had to take into account the order in the lobby and walked to the kitchen, reluctantly turning back. This made Song Wushuang feel like a heartless man who had abandoned her.

Something suddenly occurred to her, and she asked her brother, "Who lives in room 404..."

"As you guessed, it's indeed peace of mind." The person who answered was not the younger brother, but Zhou Zihe who suddenly appeared in the lobby.

At this time, Zhou Zihe changed into a sapphire blue Chinese gown. He looked at her so melancholy and affectionately, with light in his eyes, but then the light dimmed, and he fell into melancholy and couldn't extricate himself.

Song Wushuang knew that he recognized her as An Xin.

"Mr. Zhou, I am Song Wushuang."

He didn't argue the question of yes or no, he just replied, "This dress suits you very well."

"Thanks."

"Are you going out?" He was annoyed. "I was negligent. You didn't come home all night. I'll send you home to make sure you're safe with your family."

Speaking of this, Song Wushuang looked melancholy, "I know you want to explore my family background. But I'm sorry, I can only tell you that I have no home here."

Zhou Zihe's expression changed slightly, and his heavy face became more gloomy. In the end, he just said lightly, "Okay, then you can stay in room 404."

Song Wushuang always felt that something was wrong.

Zhou Zihe said to her with great distress, "Those things in the room have been there for a long time. Remember to take care of them and use them."

Song Wushuang asked tentatively, "Can I also use those jewelry?"

"If you like, you can."

Song Wushuang was speechless for a moment, with mixed emotions in her heart. At this time, she was sure that Zhou Zihe still regarded her as at ease, and that was why he was so generous to her in terms of property.

And this morning, he rescued her from Ouyang Lu, not because she looked like An Xin, but because he believed from the bottom of his heart that she was An Xin, but for some reason he couldn't admit his identity.

"Mr. Zhou, I am not Miss An Xin." She emphasized again.

"good."

He still did not argue, and Song Wushuang was helpless. This made her even have the desire to not only prove her innocence, but also prove that she was not safe.

She turned to leave because there were still big things to do.

"etc."

Zhou Zihe suddenly took her hand, and she had to stop. At this moment, Song Wushuang felt as if she had experienced an electric shock, and a sour feeling arose in her heart. She pulled away from his hand awkwardly, and her face began to tremble.

hot.

"Mr. Zhou, what else do you want?"

He held it back for a long time, wondering what words to say, "If you want to go out, you will be restricted everywhere without money. I'm afraid..." His words were always prophetic and hesitant, cautious and polite, for fear that if he said something wrong, he would lose it again.

Song Wushuang really felt sorry for Zhou Zihe. He loved An Xin so much. Why would An Xin choose to elope with someone else and let him suffer all the pain here alone?

Song Wushuang wished that she could just feel at ease and enjoy Zhou Zihe's love openly.

She wished she could recognize An Xin's identity and have a vigorous love here, but she is a modern person who may disappear in the Republic of China at any time, and there are many things she can and cannot do.

Reason made her blurt out, "I'm not An An, I'm not a murderer, and I won't run away."

Zhou Zihe forced out a smile, and looked at her with eyes as deep as the sea, and like a fishing net, everything was included in it.

At this time, the little brother cleverly held a lady's bag and said, "I've prepared some change and whole coins for easy use." After Zhou Zihe checked the bag, he gently handed it to Song Wushuang.

She didn't accept the package for a long time because it was difficult for her to say the word "thank you".

"Since you're not going home, where are you going?"

Song Wushuang was afraid that her brother would talk too much, so she took the bag and said, "I'm just buying some things for girls."

She turned around and strode away from here, not daring to look back.

Because she believed that Zhou Zihe must be looking at her with burning eyes at this moment, and she was afraid that if she turned around, she would recognize An Xin's identity and completely fall into his feelings.

There was a lot of traffic on the road, and the breeze blew away the heat from her body and calmed down the throbbing.

She followed the example of passers-by and stopped a rickshaw and went to the Yi family mansion.

Unexpectedly, the Yi family mansion was not only difficult to enter, but also difficult to find. The rickshaw driver dragged her for half an hour, and arrived at a place surrounded by mountains. There were few people there. The rickshaw driver was 1.8 meters tall.

A strong middle-aged man, she was extremely nervous, fearing that the rickshaw driver was a human trafficker and would sell her to the mountains to be a widower's wife.

When she got off the bus, the rickshaw driver asked her for a piece of gold. She didn't know the value of a piece of gold, so she didn't dare to ask him about local prices, so she quickly gave him the money.

She thought that with the rickshaw driver gone, she would feel a sense of security, but seeing the Yi family mansion hidden in the mountains made her even more frightened.

In the dense forest, the big white villa was very luxurious. The white city wall surrounded a large garden. In front of the tall wrought iron gate, two soldiers stood guard. After seeing her, they were very vigilant.

Song Wushuang straightened her dress, adjusted the position of her jewelry, and walked forward with a smile.

"Who are you?" The soldier shouted suddenly, scaring her to take a step back.

"I am...am...a member of the Zhou family."

"From the Zhou family?"

Sure enough, the soldier's eyes swept her from head to toe. Song Wushuang smiled secretly. With his noble appearance, he didn't look like a liar.

"Wait a minute, I'll go and inform you."

As he said that, he entered the courtyard and trotted all the way, while the other soldier was well-trained, stood tall and straight, looked ahead, and didn't say a word.

After waiting for a while, someone finally came back to report, "I'm sorry, our second young master said that the Zhou family is missing!"

"Ah? Why?"

"No reason."

"No, I have to see Master Yi Er today."

She became a little anxious and couldn't help but take a few steps closer to the door. The soldier pulled out a gun, pointed it at her head and yelled, "Stop, if you take another step forward, I'm going to shoot."


Chapter completed!