220: C220 Literature Is a Rich Generation

C220 Literature Is a Rich Generation

3"Brother Wendu, are you full?"

Wendu nodded: "I ate my fill."

He took out his phone and checked it. It was almost 12 o'clock. He then said, "Let's get a room and rest. We have to rush back tomorrow."

"Okay." Qin Mingyue's face was flushed. Obviously, he misunderstood Wendu's meaning.

At this moment, someone knocked on the door.

"Come in." Wendu shouted.

The door was pushed open, and the attendant who had gone out to buy clothes walked in.

The waiter looked at Qin Mingyue and walked in front of Wendu: "Sir, your stuff."

"You've worked hard." Wendu took out a few more RMB and stuffed them into her hands: "Go ahead, get someone to pay the bill."

The waiter who was holding the money said gratefully, "Thank you, sir. I will be there immediately."

After the waiter left, Wendu handed the bag in his hands to Qin Mingyue: "Mingyue, this is the clothes that I asked someone to buy for you. I don't know if it's suitable."

"Thank you." Qin Mingyue took the bag gratefully.

She actually wanted to change clothes a long time ago, but since Wendu had already treated her to a meal, she felt too embarrassed to ask for it.

Qin Mingyue felt touched when she thought about how meticulous Wendu was in buying clothes for her.

"Dong, dong, dong!"

"Enter." Wendu said.

"Sir, you have spent a total of forty-six thousand yuan." The waiter said.

"Right." Wendu nodded his head as expected: "Just swipe your card!" "Two more rooms, by the way."

"Yes, please follow me, sir." The waiter said.

"Mingyue, wait here for a while. I'll call for you later." After Wendu said that, he followed the waiter to the front desk.

"Sir, there are ordinary suites, advanced suites and presidential suites. Which one do you want?" The little sister at the front desk asked.

Wendu ignored the price: "Two presidential suites."

The girl at the front desk worked a few times on the computer: "Ok, sir. The presidential suite number three thousand one night, plus the tip from before, is fifty-two thousand yuan. "

"Card swipe." Wendu handed the card over. He pressed the password again.

The little girl at the front desk looked at the number 2726 on the card with a string of zeros behind it. Ye Zichen looked at Wendu in surprise.

Looking at Wendu's casual clothes, they weren't expensive at all. She lamented in her heart: Another low-key rich second-generation.

Actually, she had misunderstood. Wendu was not a rich second generation. Strictly speaking, Wendu should be a low-key rich generation.

After all, his parents hadn't given him much money. Everything about him had been created by him.

"Sir, keep your card." The front desk girl said with a respectful tone, "This is your room card, I'll take you up there."

"Alright."

Wendu went back to call Qin Mingyue first and followed the receptionist into the elevator.1

She pressed "6" at the front, which was the sixth level.

"After getting out of the elevator, I turned a corner and entered room 601." "Sir, 601, 602 is your room. There is a special telephone number in there. If you need to call, feel free to contact the front desk."

"Right."

After the front desk girl left, Wendu said to Qin Mingyue, "Mingyue, it's already past 12. Rest early after you wash up."

"Okay." Qin Mingyue took her key card and swiped it on the door. He pushed open the door and said to Wendu, "Wendu, good night."

"Good night." Wendu also pushed open the door and went in.

Qin Mingyue leaned against the door and muttered, "Good night. Good night. You don't know what good night means."

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