Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

This hotel should divide guests into three, six or nine grades.

They probably belong to the middle class.

The hotel arranged a large suite for them, which had two bedrooms, a study room, a living room, etc. Overall, the room was a little larger than an ordinary suite, and a little simpler than the presidential suite.

However, Qiao Nian noticed a celadon ornament placed in the entrance hall from the moment she entered the room. She circled around the ornament, tapped it with her fingers, and leaned in to listen.

He quickly walked to the living room, put down his bag, sat on the sofa, and said to Ye Wangchuan, who had already gone to the room to change clothes.

"The ornament at the door is a cultural relic left by our ancestors."

She sneered: "Any room in any hotel is filled with genuine products. It is worthy of being called Baishi Island. It is indeed a generous deal."

Ye Wangchuan just narrowed his eyes when he heard this, raised his hand to take a bottle of water from the table, unscrewed it and handed it to her: "Take a rest first."

Qiao Nian took the water from him, but held the bottle without moving for a long time. Instead, her eyebrows were excited, she narrowed her eyes slightly, and suddenly raised her head to look at him: "What do you want to do on the first to third floors of this hotel at eight o'clock in the evening?"

Ye Wangchuan saw that she wanted to take action, so he sat down opposite her, very polite and lazy: "You want to know? I'll just ask Moxi to find a place."

"But didn't you say that David has a friend who is coming to see you later, and you have time to go see him?"

Qiao Nian pulled down the hem of her sweater, and then she remembered the friend David told her to introduce to her before leaving, and leaned back on the sofa uninhibitedly.

"Let's talk tomorrow."

Ye Wangchuan instantly understood what she meant.

This means that she won't go to see it tonight, and will see what the hotel is doing tomorrow.

Ye Wangchuan let go of his hand, picked up the hotel's internal phone, and prepared to order a meal: "What do you want to eat? I'll have it delivered."

Qiao Nian thought about it: "Beef noodles?"

She didn't know what to eat on Baishi Island, but Qiao Nian definitely didn't want to eat Western food, and she wasn't interested in breaded fried chicken or the like.

Seeing the frown on her face, Ye Wangchuan decided not to make the call. He stood up and invited her: "Let's go to the restaurant on the second floor."

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Wait until Qiao Nian reaches the second floor.

I went to the Haicui Pavilion mentioned at the front desk, and when I entered, I saw a large restaurant with many people sitting and eating scattered inside.

They were led by the waiter to sit down at a seat by the window. The waiter brought them menus and thoughtfully poured two glasses of lemonade.

Then he stood aside quietly waiting for Qiao Nian and the others to order.

The thick menu is as stated at the front desk, covering all popular cuisines from around the world, and can satisfy the tastes of guests from almost any region.

However, Qiao Nian did not choose Sichuan cuisine this time. Instead, she chose a few delicious side dishes, a roast duck, and a vegetable porridge.

Ye Wangchuan saw that what she picked were all light flavors that he usually ate less, so he added another cup of health-preserving soup.

Then he handed the menu back to the waiter: "That's it for now."

"Okay, I'll place an order for you right away."

The waiter put the menu under his arm, took away the plate, and went to the front to place his order.

Wait for him to go away.

Qiao Nian put one hand on the back of the chair and looked around the restaurant, quickly noticing the densely packed cameras with almost no blind spots.

There are also bodyguards in black lurking around the corners of the restaurant. You don't need to guess to know that you can't wander around here and it's heavily guarded.