Fake daughters are wealthy

This hotel should divide the guests into three, six, and nine classes.

They are probably in the middle class.

The hotel arranged a big suite for them, which has two bedrooms, a study room, a living room, etc. Overall, the room is a little bigger than a normal suite, and a little simpler than the presidential suite.

However, since Qiao Nian entered the room, she noticed a celadon ornament placed in the entrance. 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, swaggered and sat on the sofa, and said to Ye Wangchuan who had already gone to the room to change clothes.

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

She sneered: "Any room in any hotel is full of authentic products. As expected of Baishi Island, it really is a big deal."

Ye Wangchuan just squinted 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 break first."

Qiao Nian took the water from him, but held the bottle for a long time without moving. Instead, her brows and eyes were excited, she narrowed her eyes slightly, and suddenly raised her head to look at him: "What do you want to do on the 1st-3rd floors of this hotel at [-] o'clock in the evening?"

Ye Wangchuan saw that she wanted to do something like that, so he sat down opposite her, very luxurious and lazy: "You want to know? I'll just ask Moxi to get a quota."

"But didn't you say that David has a friend who will come to see you later, and you have time to see it?"

Qiao Nian pulled down the hem of the hoodie, and only then remembered the friend David said he would introduce to her before leaving, and leaned back on the sofa unruly.

"Let's talk tomorrow."

Ye Wangchuan understood her meaning in seconds.

This means that she will not 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 food: "What do you want to eat? I'll have someone bring it over."

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 didn't like fried chicken with bread.

Seeing the way her brows were furrowed, Ye Wangchuan decided not to make this call, and got up to invite her directly, "Let's go, let's go to the restaurant on the second floor."

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Wait until Joe reaches the second floor.

I went to the Haicui Pavilion mentioned by the front desk, and when I entered, I saw a restaurant with a huge area, and there were many people sitting scattered in it eating.

They sat down at a window seat under the guidance of the waiter. The waiter brought them menus and poured two glasses of lemonade thoughtfully.

Then he stood aside and quietly waited for Qiao Nian to order food.

The thick menu is the same as the front desk said, including all the popular cuisines around the world, which can satisfy the tastes of guests in almost any region.

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

Ye Wangchuan saw that she picked all the light flavors that she usually ate less, so he added another health soup.

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

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

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

Wait for him to go away.

Qiao Nian put one hand on the back of the chair, looked around the restaurant, and soon noticed that there were so many cameras that there were almost no blind spots.

There are also black-clothed bodyguards looming in the four corners of the restaurant. You don't need to guess and you know that you can't walk around here, and the security is tight.