C75 Leave him some face (1/2)

”Miss Song, is this it?”

The driver was so nervous that cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He handed over a brown glass spray bottle.

Song Xiaodai's hand snatched the spray bottle away as her fingernails scratched the driver's palm, but she didn't care. She held the bottle close to the tip of her nose and took a deep breath.

”Drive the car! Caesar Palace Hotel, call me when you get there!”

Once Song Xiaodai took the medicine, she seemed to gradually sink into a state of sleep. She was already used to it. She had forced herself to sleep for the past half hour in order to resist the excruciating pain.

The driver looked at the woman who had fallen asleep, and shook his head. She was a good girl, why did she suffer such torture? However, he couldn't pity such a noble woman.

At the entrance of Kaiser Palace Hotel, the driver noticed that Song Xiaodai seemed to not have woken up yet. He was reluctant to wake the woman up as he parked the car in front of the artificial lake.

This artificial lake hid a huge fountain. This huge fountain was like the Bellagio Fountain in Las Vegas. Every hour, it would spray out water mist that rose up into the sky.

At this moment, it seemed like the time for the fountain to open up had arrived. Suddenly, there was a burst of sound akin to an explosion, and in the middle of the man-made lake, a large amount of water vapor burst into the sky.

Song Dell seemed to be awakened by this sudden shock. She stood up, her eyes full of caution. Since he was in the Nangong family, he was naturally wary of his surroundings.

”Miss Song, it's fine, it's fine, it's a fountain!”

The driver looked apologetically at the startled Song Dai Er. He did not expect this damned fountain to erupt at this moment.

Hearing this, Song Dai'er relaxed her guard. Her hands, which were still tensed at the temples, said in a low voice, ”Are we at the Kaiser Palace?”

”We're here!” The driver said.

Song Dell's expression changed. After tidying up her makeup and clothes, she pushed the door open and got off the car. The driver dragged his luggage and followed behind Song Dai'er. Looking at this woman's confident and prideful footsteps, he suddenly wondered if this woman was the woman who had a headache just now.

”You can't tell Nangong An and He about what just happened!”

Song Dell suddenly said as she floated over. She narrowed her eyes to look at the soul-stirring performance of the fountain, but her heart was filled with complex emotions.

She didn't want Nangong An to worry about her too much!

It had been three years, and she had long since escaped Nangong An's care.

”Yes, Miss Song!”

The chauffeur followed Song Dai'er directly to the presidential suite number 2046 in the housing department of the Kaiser Palace Hotel. Song Dai Er took the room card from the driver and said: ”You can get off!”

”Yes, Miss Song!”

The driver nodded and stepped out of the luxurious rococo style building.

Song Dai'er watched as the driver left before she slid her room card. Nangong An and this restless bastard, if they lived here, how could they not have beautiful lives and withdraw from the driver's side. They didn't want Nangong An and his rotten private life to be exposed to the world, so they had left him with some face.

Carrying the suitcase, Song Dale opened the door and walked straight into the presidential suite. Sure enough, on the zebra pattern carpet, a woman's red high heels were lying on the side, and the secrets of Victoria were hanging on the side of the sofa. The woman's items were all, without exception, exuding an arrogant and ambiguous atmosphere.

Unperturbed, Song Dell looked at the half-closed mahogany carved door. She put down her black suitcase, glanced at her underwear, and with a flick of her finger, it fell to the ground without a sound.

Song Dale was deeply engrossed within the sapphire blue plush sofa. Her face was wooden, and her brown eyes did not reveal any hidden bitterness or anger.

Was she still his fiancée? Why couldn't she feel a trace of anger from the bottom of her heart?

Song Dell lit up a thin strand of Moore's Soul. She took a deep breath, lifted her red lips, and white smoke immediately began to swirl around her. Faintly, she actually liked to look at everything from the smoke.

The woman trapped in the white smoke gradually closed her eyes. She was waiting, waiting for the red wooden door to finish what she wanted to do, but even after the cigarette burnt out and she fell asleep again, her damned fiancé was still not done.

The man's charming eyebrows were carved with a type of extreme patience. He quietly sat beside the woman who had fallen asleep, and gently removed the cigarette butt between her fingers.

A plump woman with water droplets all over her body walked out of the bathroom. When she wanted to say something, she met the fiercest eyes of a man.

”Scram!”

The man's cold voice was completely different from his hoarse voice from before. The woman was shocked, then she grabbed her clothes and fled.

The strong smell of Chanel Five mingled with the smell of cigarettes in the room, giving off a strange smell.

The sunlight gradually disappeared and the light in the presidential suite turned on automatically. As the man looked at the woman who seemed to be still unconscious, a helpless expression surfaced in his eyes.

He had taught her everything in three years. But she could not be taught to love anyone or anything. He only gave her one memory. He was her fiancé.

But this seemed to be just an identity!

Even though he had been hanging around flowers because of his anger for the past three years, even causing these vulgar and vulgar fans to come and make a ruckus, without exception, for his fiancée, to be jealous, even if she had a huge argument with him, even if he had to beat her up, he would still be happy, because it proved that this woman loved him, but things did not go his way, and now that she had to fall asleep, it was enough to prove her disdain.

He never smoked, but he still couldn't help but take out the green cigarette case from the woman's bag and lit up a long and thin cigarette. He squinted his eyes and felt the refreshing coldness engulfing his sense of taste!