Silla Hotel, Sea View Suite—

When Han Jiaren opened her eyes, Song Zhichao's figure was gone by her side. She touched her with her hands. The place where Song Zhichao lies was still warm.

"Where has this guy been?" Han Jiaren muttered in her heart. She wanted to get up, but she was lazy and powerless, so she snuggled in the quilt, hugged the soft pillow, and snuggled for a leisurely time.

I don’t know how long it took, a trace of sunlight shone secretly through the gaps in the floor-to-ceiling window, and just shone on Han Jiaren’s cheek.

Her long eyelashes trembled a few times, opened her eyes again, and her head was still a little confused.

Gradually, the unique atmosphere of the hotel room moved her nose, and she completely woke up from the dreamy feeling.

"Ah snee!" Han Jiaren was a little uncomfortable with the air freshener sprayed in the hotel, especially the hotel room. She rubbed her nose and got up from the bed wrapped in a silk quilt and shouted: "Song Zhichao, where are you, a villain?"

No one answered.

Han Jiaren wrapped herself in a quilt and jumped around like a mummy, searching for each room, but no one was seen.

Song Zhichao is not here.

He left me and ran away?

Han Jiaren suddenly felt a stern.

Can men not be good, and they will no longer cherish you as long as they eat? Even - to abandon them all the time?

In an instant, unlimited clips appeared in Han Jiaren's mind, basically all about Korean dramas and movies of how the ungrateful man abandoned his woman—

In the dense abortion, the man broke free from the woman's begging and left without looking back. The abortion was surging, and the woman searched madly behind.

On the heavy rainy road, the man punched and kicked the woman and scolded, "I'm leaving! You will never see me again in this life!" After that, he turned his head and left without hesitation, leaving the woman in the heavy rain, and life is worse than death.

On the snowy street, the woman hugged the man's thigh and shouted, "Oba, I can't live without you!" The man kicked the woman away and scolded, "Get out--!" The woman cried, looked at the man's ruthless back, lay on the snow, stretched her arms, and shouted heart-wrenchingly: "Come back, Opba!"

A series of scenes flashed through Han Jiaren's mind, and she shook her head violently, "Too low-level! Too cowardly! Too wronged myself! I don't want to be such a woman!"

But when he thought that he had just been taken advantage of by Song Zhichao last night, this guy wiped his mouth and left - what did he treat himself as? Fast food?!

Suddenly, Han Jiaren became angry.

"Damn guy!"

"You will die a bad death!"

"You'll leave after eating. Is there any morality? Congratulations on being struck by lightning when you go out!"

Han Jiaren cursed and jumped back to the room she was sleeping in a silk quilt, and suddenly, she saw a piece of paper on the ground beside the bed.

Han Jiaren was stunned for a moment, then tried to bend down, stretch her arms, and try to pick up the piece of paper like a robot.

"Uh, what does it say on it: 'When you see you sleeping soundly, I'll go to the restaurant to have a meal first'!"

Han Jiaren: “…??!!”

It turned out that this guy went to eat, not to run away, so I cursed him just now...

There was a crackling sound outside the window, and a muffled thunder sounded.

Han Jiaren was startled, "That guy wouldn't be really struck by lightning, right? Bah bah bah bah bah!!! Good bad spirits! No no no no! They are bad bad good spirits!"

Han Jiaren, she's almost crazy!

...

Silla Hotel, Western Restaurant—

As a high-end restaurant, the people who eat here are basically wealthy and celebrities staying at the Silla Hotel.

Most people want to eat here, but they can't even think about it.

But at this moment, there was only one person eating slowly in the huge Western restaurant. He was Song Zhichao.

It’s not that there are no other customers who want to eat here, but because Song Zhichao knew that he made a big fuss yesterday and was unwilling to be disturbed, so he told the manager of this Western restaurant that if he wants to have a meal quietly, it’s best to arrange a remote place for him to not disturb him.

Of course, this Western restaurant manager understands who Song Zhichao is - this is the "King of Hotels" who just took over the Silla Hotel! He is also the boss of his own boss!

As a hotel management staff, this Western restaurant manager with a mustache and looks very "Frenchy" was worried that he would not have the chance to curry favor with Song Zhichao. Now that Song Zhichao has given him such an order, the manager specially expanded the order. After welcoming Song Zhichao to the restaurant for dinner, he placed a sign with "No more picking up customers for special reasons".

Therefore, those guests who were originally going to come here to have a meal were persuaded to leave, or they directly introduced to nearby Korean or Chinese restaurants.

During this period, some wealthy people wanted to break in and shouted: "Do you know who I am? I am the president of XX Company in South Korea! If you refuse me to go in, you are insulting me! If you do this, I will make you lose all your food!"

If it were normal times, facing these VIP guests who kept shouting and domineering, this mustached manager of the Western restaurant would have been timid.

But now, President Song is having a meal here, and these guys who are yelling that they are rich and powerful are all trash.

Let me ask, compared with the great Song Group Chairman Song, how many people can surpass him in the entire Republic of Korea? These guys who are yelling in their mouths are not scumbags, so what are they?!

Therefore, this morning, this mustached manager, who has always been very "cowardly", was rarely tough. He didn't give a good look when facing those VIPs - it was rejection that you refused to enter! There was no need to talk about it, let alone discuss it!

At this moment, the huge Western restaurant is magnificent, full of French classical atmosphere, playing the beautiful piano music "Blue Danube". Song Zhichao, holding a knife and fork alone, tastes the authentic French Michelin three-star chef's craftsmanship, "Orange French Foie Gras Paste", "French Baked Snail", etc.

Just then—

The bearded manager of the Western restaurant came over and picked up the bottle of French Bordeaux wine on Song Zhichao’s dining table in his hand. He skillfully helped Song Zhichao pour a little bit, then picked up the wine cloth and wiped the bottle mouth, then put the red wine down. Then he reported to Song Zhichao respectfully: "Sorry, Lord, I'll disturb you! - There is a lady named 'Kim Hee-sun' outside the restaurant who wants to see you!" After saying that, the bearded manager bent over and waited for Song Zhichao to reply respectfully.

Song Zhichao took a piece of foie gras on the dining fork and put it in his mouth. He ate it beautifully. Then he picked up the dining cloth and wiped his mouth. He said without looking back: "Let her come in!"

"Yes! President!" The bearded manager bowed respectfully again, then turned around to lead Kim Hee Sun over.

On this side, Song Zhichao picked up the red wine glass and slapped it gently, his starry eyes flashed, and his lips seemed to be smiling, and he said to himself: "What should come finally come!"
Chapter completed!