BMW racing on the road—

"I'm sorry, Lord President, I didn't handle the matter just now, which scared you!"

Quan Wulie apologized to Song Zhichao who was sitting in the back row.

Song Zhichao smiled, "Try not to do anything like this in the future. After all, you used to be a policeman, so you should know that this is their responsibility."

"Yes, I understand." Quan Wulie said, feeling ashamed of his recklessness just now.

If the president hadn't called the phone in time and called the senior management in charge of the patrol police nearby at a critical moment, things would have become more and more trouble.

After such a small episode, Li Fuzhen, who was originally in a depressed mood, got much better.

In particular, Song Zhichao also told her own story, which gave Li Fuzhen a deeper understanding of Song Zhichao.

"Okay, you can just send me in front." Li Fuzhen suddenly pointed to a big hotel not far ahead, "That hotel was run by our Samsung Group, and I'm there with a VIP."

Song Zhichao smiled and joked: "Since you are a VIP, please help me open a room. I don't plan to go back tonight."

Look at the time, it was almost twelve o'clock. I guess the little girl Jin Sanshun was already asleep. When she went back, she would probably knock on the door again.

Although Song Zhichao has the hobby of bullying the little girl Jin Sanshun, he still doesn't want to disturb the little girl in his heart.

Lee Fuzhen laughed, "When it comes to the hotel industry, your Lotte Group has many chain hotels in South Korea. As the president of the group, are you, President Song, afraid that you can't find a place to stay?"

Song Zhichao knew she was joking, but what Li Fuzhen said was correct.

Lotte Group also operates many hotels in South Korea, especially Silla Hotels, which have many chains in South Korea. Hotel tycoons like Song Zhichao are afraid that they have no place to stay?

While the two were chatting and joking, the car had already reached the entrance of the hotel.

Quan Wulie stopped the car, then got up and got out of the car, and helped Li Fuzhen open the car door.

Lee Fuzhen smiled at Song Zhichao and said, "I'm leaving, thank you for your story."

Li Fuzhen and Song Zhichao have always been tit for the sake of the group's interests. Although they have had social interactions in private, they are also entangled with various purposes. Like now, Li Fuzhen's "thank you" is full of true feelings.

Song Zhichao smiled and said nothing.

Li Fuzhen picked up the red Chanel Kun bag beside her and stepped out of the car with one leg. Suddenly, she turned around and said to Song Zhichao: "You still have a chance-"

Song Zhichao: “…”

Li Fuzhen smiled charmingly and said, "If you speak up and try to keep me, maybe I will stay."

Song Zhichao: “…”

Seeing that Song Zhichao did not respond, Li Fuzhen shrugged her shoulders and prepared to get off the car.

At this time—

Song Zhichao suddenly grabbed her hand from behind and said, "Stay here!"

Li Fuzhen trembled for a moment, looked back at Song Zhichao, smiling like a flower.

...

South Korea is a rainy season in autumn.

Unlike in Hong Kong or elsewhere, the rainy season is usually summer.

It rains and the weather becomes colder.

Song Zhichao woke up from his beautiful dream and listened to the sound of rain outside, too lazy to open his eyes.

His nose moved, as if he could still vaguely smell the fragrance remaining on Li Fuzhen's body. He reached out to touch it, but there was no one next to the pillow.

Song Zhichao then opened his eyes and found himself lying on the bed alone. Li Fuzhen had left at some point.

Song Zhichao closed his eyes again and guessed the time. It was now.

At this time someone knocked on the door and said in English: "Room service!"

Song Zhichao is used to staying in hotels and knows that if the guests do not have special requests, the "room service" is generally around ten o'clock, which means that it is almost ten o'clock now.

Have you slept for so long?

It was the first time that Song Zhichao found out that he was so lazy.

He got up from the bed.

Outside, the hotel waitress was shouting again: "Room service!"

Song Zhichao said, "Come in!"

With a creaking sound, the door of the guest room was opened, and a waitress in a customer service uniform walked in, "Sir, do you need to clean it?"

Song Zhichao got up, put on his clothes randomly and said, "Cleaning, clean the outside first."

As soon as Song Zhichao finished speaking, he heard the sound of a vacuum cleaner coming from outside. It was estimated that the waitress began to clean the sofa and carpet outside.

Song Zhichao walked into the bathroom, took a shower, washed carefully, and then put on a bath towel, wiped his wet hair with a towel, and walked out-

I thought the waitress had already finished cleaning, but I didn't expect that as soon as I went out, I saw the waitress looking at her in amazement.

Song Zhichao didn't care, what was he afraid of when he was wearing a bath towel.

On the contrary, the waitress turned pale with fear and hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, sir! I'm sorry sir!"

Song Zhichao waved his hand, meaning she didn't apologize.

The waitress breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't expect that the gentleman was so easy to talk to. She picked up the vacuum cleaner and was about to leave. At this time, Song Zhichao suddenly called her from behind and said, "Come back!"

The waitress was startled and turned around and asked, "Sir, what else do you have to ask?"

Song Zhichao said, "Is there any cigarette?"

"Huh?" The waitress was stunned.

Song Zhichao said: "That kind of mint, women's cigarette..."

The waitress shook her head quickly, "I'm sorry, sir, I don't smoke."

Song Zhichao laughed in silence and nodded, "It's okay, I'm thinking too much."

The waitress hurriedly said, "If you need it, I can buy it for you."

"No need," Song Zhichao shook his head, "I'm just asking casually."

Ask casually?

What a strange person.

The waitress was a little confused.

"Is it raining outside?" Song Zhichao asked again.

The waitress nodded, "It's down, it's big last night, but it's a little smaller now."

“Isn’t it very cold?”

"It's very cold!" The waitress didn't know why Song Zhichao asked so many wonderful questions.

"Okay, you go!" Song Zhichao took out the consumption and handed it to the waitress.

The waitress was stunned for a moment and took it over. When she saw that it was 50,000 won (300 Hong Kong dollars), which was a large amount in the tip, so she hurriedly thanked Song Zhichao again.

Song Zhichao nodded and said nothing.

Soon, the waitress left, and Song Zhichao was left alone in the room.

He remembered the scene when Lee Fuzhen leaned against him last night and smoked a cigarette.

The smell of the mint cigarette made him unforgettable.

However, what makes Song Zhichao even more unforgettable is the faint sadness in Li Fuzhen's eyes.

A tycoon girl, the famous three-star princess—

Who would have thought that she was a woman full of worries and infinitely sad?

Song Zhichao shook his head and hurriedly threw away these thoughts.

I even wondered when I became so sentimental?

Just then—

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

Someone knocked on the door in a hurry.

Quan Wulie's voice came from outside: "No, Lord! Something happened in Hong Kong!"
Chapter completed!