Chapter 113

Back at the hotel, Seeler helped her open a suite next to her room. After all the procedures were completed, she turned around and threw a card in front of her: "Don't lose it, go back to the hotel before six o'clock every night, otherwise I immediately freeze this card."

It was the uncle who paid, and besides, Leng Yiyao didn't bother to argue with him, so he nodded his head with a face that would never run away.

Seeing her look like this, Seeler felt that there was something really wrong with him. He didn't enjoy the nightlife at night, and he also checked the door of the little girl next door every day, making him look like a menopausal uncle who had nothing to do. But obviously he is not yet thirty years old.

"Rest early." He irritably dropped this sentence, and he returned to the presidential suite himself, feeling in his heart that when he returned to City D, he really had to take a good vacation.

Leng Yiyao looked at his back, was silent for two seconds, then returned to the room with the room card and credit card, took off her shoes, and threw herself on the soft and white bed, her eyes staring straight at the top of her head. .

She is rarely in a daze, but at this moment, she rarely allows her mind to wander the sky.

The moment she woke up on Leng Yiyao's body, she inherited many things, such as the cold reception of the second Miss Leng family, her indifferent father and brother, and her unique memory...

She closed her eyes with a sigh, there are still three days in the capital anyway, no hurry.

Suddenly, the bell of the landline at the bedside vibrated loudly.

She opened her eyes in an instant, and a fierce color flashed past. The next moment, she turned sideways and glanced at the machine quietly.

"Ring-ring--"

"Ring-ring--"

The ringing was repeated over and over again, obsessed, as if it was going to ring until she was willing to answer the phone.

She glanced at the call reminder, it was a string of numbers with "0" as the content, and there was no clue.

When the lanterns first came on, she glanced out the window. At this time, it was night. The neon lights were everywhere, and the eyes were full of prosperity. Only the phone seemed to never stop.

Gently curling the corners of her lips, she finally picked up the microphone.

The person over there seemed to laugh, and the sound was as noble as the collision of water droplets on black marble.

"Finally willing to answer the phone?" Deep and hoarse, the last word fell, with a hint of urgency.

She closed her eyes, but in her mind she couldn't help but draw the profile of this person that made gods go crazy.

"When did the marshal be so busy, and you actually have time to call me." She smiled, her eyes were still cold, only the corners of her brows were raised. The brilliance of this moment was astonishing.

"I heard that you have arrived in the capital. As the host, I always have time to make a phone call." Homer looked up slightly, leaning on the leather chair behind him, his military uniform was straight and straight, even the top one on the neckline. The buttons are all buttoned tightly, but the more it is like this, the more people can't take their eyes off. I can't wait to peel off that layer of army green clothes and study the inside.

"I heard? Are you listening to someone from the royal family, or listening to Frey's report?" She pushed away a sliver of hair from her ear, her eyes swayed, and her voice became quieter.

Even if Frey didn't act on the text message he sent at the beginning, he would report to him if he wanted to.

As a "feeder", he didn't care about her "life and death" at all, but waited for her "nine deaths" to settle before calling to condolence...

Leng Yiyao pursed her lips and smiled, the heart of the marshal is really cold enough...