Yi Changxiu carried Jing Qiuci up to the nineteenth floor. He took a glance at the room card he had just obtained. That's right.
The elevator went straight up. Yi Changxiu felt that the person in his arms was very light, so it was not too difficult for him to carry her.
Jing Qiuci snorted twice, and he comforted her in a low voice, "we're almost there. When we get there... you should rest well. "
Yi Changxiu turned around, swiped the door card, and the door opened.
He had opened a luxurious big bed room. The bed was indeed big enough, so even if Jing Qiuci was drunk, she could toss and turn on it. It would not be too torturous.
With this thought in mind, Yi Changxiu bent down and placed Jing Qiuci on the bed.
At this moment, Jing Qiuci finally closed her eyes. She was probably in a deep sleep.
Yi Changxiu squatted down without a care, helped Jing Qiuci take off her shoes, and put her in a sleeping position.
Although Yi Changxiu did not have any bad intentions, and he could honestly not take advantage of her at this time, he could still take a few more glances.
Usually, out of courtesy, he would not stare at Jing QIUCI's face.
The smell of alcohol on Jing Qiuci's body had dissipated a little, and her face was still a little red. When she fell asleep, the tip of her lips curled up slightly, looking a little childish.
No matter how he looked at her, she did not look like the mother of two children. Her face was tender, and her features were delicate and pretty.
The more Yi Changxiu looked at Jing Qiuci like this, the more he felt moved.
Jing Qiuci was obviously very cautious when it came to choosing a spouse. Of course, Yi Changxiu did not hate this matter. On the contrary, he was a little happy.
The more cautious Jing Qiuci was, the more it showed that she truly wanted to find someone to live her life, or even the rest of her life.
Yi Changxiu was not young anymore. What he was looking for was no longer a passionate love. This was what he hoped to do, to find someone he liked and raise a child
From Cen Jingyuan, Yi Changxiu learned that Jing Qiuci was unable to have another child. This was not a big problem for them.
Although it was a great regret that they could not have a child that belonged to two people with their lover.
But if they were to be together, three children would be enough to make a scene.
"UGH... " Jing Qiuci frowned slightly in dissatisfaction. She turned over and curled her body slightly into the position of a baby sleeping.
I've heard that most people who sleep in this position are insecure and looking for the feeling of being protected in the Matrix.
Yi Changxiu looked at such Jing Qiuci, could not help but have some heartache feeling.
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Downstairs at the hotel.
"The drunk one is my wife. He shouldn't be able to take out my wife's identity card, right? If anything happens, he will have to take responsibility! " This sentence was actually just a casual remark by Yin Yihan, but it hit the nail on the head.
Because when Yi Changxiu came to check in, he was indeed stuck for a while because of the problem of his ID card.
When Yin Yihan saw the performance of the front desk, he immediately knew that there was a door.
The front desk was only two young girls of the right age. They had not worked for long, and in such a high-class hotel, it was very rare to come into contact with someone like Yin Yihan, who was very difficult to deal with.
This man looked handsome and gentle, but when he spoke, he had an unquestionable feeling, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly with a bit of a Ruffian air. Obviously... ... Not so easy to deal with ...