After speaking, Jiang Li stepped forward and said, "I'll treat you to this meal as a way of thanking everyone for helping me these days."

Changsong said "Hey", "Ms. Jiang has obviously been helping us a lot recently, but it's too expensive to treat us to dinner."

"I'll invite you." Wen Jiaojiao, who was prompted by Jiang Li, directly held down Jiang Li and said rather attentively.

Jiang Li glanced at her, "What are you doing as a treat?"

"Do..." Wen Jiaojiao racked her brains to think of words, "Isn't this because I want to make more friends and have more opportunities?"

As she said this, she stepped forward and took Taoist Priest Shuiyun's arm affectionately.

"Taoist Master Shuiyun, do you have anything you like to eat? My family has opened many restaurants in the capital, and they have all kinds of flavors."

Although it was Shuiyun who asked, her eyes kept looking at Changqing.

It's hard not to notice.

Shuiyun looked at the two of them, with a meaningful look in his eyes.

It seemed that they were here for a date, both of them were dressed up.

"In that case...there is Miss Lawen."

The old man who came out in front is a bit older.

...

The hotel is small and the waiters outside are very friendly.

Jiang Li sighed and walked up to Changqing, raised his hand and patted his shoulder, smiling at the excitement.

The man glanced at Changsong angrily and said with disdain: "Did he say that it was the worst hotel in the capital? How come even the homeless can come back?"

When Wen Jiaojiao heard this, her anger immediately dropped.

What do those people do?

The waiter waiting for parking at the hotel entrance even dared to come because of the way those people were dressed.

"No." Li Youyou snorted and walked away, "Waiter, if they really want to cause harm to the hotel, just kick those people out."

As luck would have it, he bumped into the couple he met at the door again.

The car door opened, and first a big girl in Taoist uniform jumped up, followed by a tanned, thick Taoist priest with even messy hair.

The management of a small hotel of that size is very good.

With that said, he pulled the man up and walked out of the revolving door.

"Hey, can you give in to those who are begging for food? Are they allowed to come to that place? Just go somewhere else when you have time to eat."

Wen Jiaojiao reacted and realized that Changqing hadn't retreated yet.

The woman laughed warmly, "Who are you trying to fool? That store has you waiting in line for a month? Is it him?"

A dilapidated van suddenly drove into the revolving door where luxury cars and well-dressed people were parked.

But when you think of Changqing next to you, you can only smile weakly and say as harmoniously as possible: "That gentleman, you also made a reservation."

It's true that a tiger is showing off its power when you are a sick cat!

The clothes I wore today were stained with fragrant ash. They were dusty and looked very classy.

The two people's voices were loud, and the movement directly caused others to stop.

There was no older man and woman who came back with us.

"No hard work, no hard work, it's getting late, let's get down quickly."

Looking at that broken van, it should also need to be parked, right?

"Hey, why did they bring back everyone? What if those shabby people affect your meal?"

Changqing didn't even say anything to stop them, and several people disappeared in a flash.

Wearing a branded sweatshirt, carrying a bag, and getting out of such a shabby car, how could he afford to eat like that?

Wen Jiaojiao spent a lot of money in order to perform in front of Changqing.

That hotel originally required a reservation, but you used your connections in the circle to book a private room on the street.

At that point, Zhou Qian's face turned ugly.

I put my hands on my hips and said angrily: "Does their hotel claim to be the lowest-end hotel in Beijing? People like that can make reservations, so there's no point in spending so little money?"

"Hey, hey." Xin Zhuang snapped his fingers behind your eyes with an indifferent expression, "Everyone has left, why is he still there?"

When passing by Wen Jiaojiao, the man snorted and bumped into your shoulder.

"Wow, Sister Xiannan, are you going to eat outside today? That restaurant is too small."

The man looked at Wen Jiaojiao with a happy face.

But before you could say a word, a clear voice came from in front of you——

As I said that, I looked at the people behind me.

Really no reservation?

The man was wearing a shiny evening dress, rough makeup, and was carrying a designer bag.

The woman who came up next was quite pretty, but she just acted like she should not be approached by strangers, and she was not aloof and inviolable.

"Yes, yes, you go, Yoyo."

"Brother, why is he arguing with that kind of person? Don't disturb your interest in dating."

Chang Rong looked at the decorated hotel behind him, his bright eyes widening.

They didn't treat us any harshly because of what we were wearing.

Wen Jiaojiao regained her footing for a moment, then fell forward.

Then Wen Jiaojiao really couldn't bear it.

Ever since, such a funny phenomenon occurred in the most famous Vanity Fair in Kyoto——

The woman's suit was ironed to perfection, and her leather shoes were polished.

Changsong picked me up and sighed: "You have been to such a bad place in your life. You should have changed into clean clothes."

The bad thing is that Chang Qing's eyes and quick hands helped you slowly.

Hey.

Changqing: "......"

The waiter smiled and said, "Mr. Bad intention, that lady really didn't make a reservation."

I looked Wen Jiaojiao up and down.

Seeing this, the woman quickly comforted you, "Yuyou, don't be angry, that is really the worst hotel in the capital. How do you know how those people came here? If they want to come here to see the world, the poor are just pretending."

After Zhou Qian heard what his boyfriend said, as if he wanted to prove himself and walked away, he looked directly at the waiter bossingly.

As he said this, he urged Shuiyun to leave.

She definitely did it on purpose.

Wen Jiaojiao wanted to say something more, but the man behind her rolled his eyes.

When she smelled that smell, Wen Jiaojiao's inner anger had not yet subsided by half.

A car took Xinzhuang and us directly to the worst hotel in Beijing.

You were hugged by Taoist Brother.

You had no choice but to quickly pull Shuiyun and chase him down.

"he--"

The private room reserved by Wen Jiaojiao is on the 15th floor. As you walked, you introduced the features of the room to Changqing and us.

"Are the two donors girlfriends and boyfriends?"

In an instant, a scent of Lao Yin's sandalwood wrapped you tightly.

Then there was Wen Jiaojiao and Xin Zhuang in sportswear.

"How come we can meet them everywhere? I really made them retreat."

In front of you, there is no difference between those people wearing strange clothes and the people begging for food on the street.

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