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"Although this is grandma's wish, I may not even have the chance to wear it..." Chen Anan stopped throwing things and said something to Ji Jingsheng.

The man slowly walked out from inside and looked at Chen An'an with a serious expression: "No one can predict what will happen in the future. You can just put it wherever you want. It might come in handy at some point."

Although Chen Anan felt that this thing would never be of use at any time.However, Ji Jingsheng said so, and he couldn't throw away the things Grandma Ji gave him in front of him.

So, Chen Anan took her bikini and walked to her suitcase, then opened the lid and stuffed the things inside.

She also saw that the top was indeed in the box.Now the set comes together again.

At this moment, Chen Anan secretly vowed to never let Ji Jingsheng see such embarrassing things again. ???

After the two drank coffee, they took a rest in the room. Chen Anan felt a little sleepy because she got up early in the morning, so she leaned on the sofa and somehow fell asleep.

When she woke up, she found that Ji Jingsheng was not in the room.

Chen Anan was about to look around and ask if he wanted to go out for a walk, when the doorbell rang.

Chen Anan got up and walked to the door. She didn't open the door immediately and asked, "Who is it?"

"Hello madam, I am the manager of the hotel." A man's voice came from outside the door.

"What's the matter?" Chen An'an still had no intention of opening the door, and just asked from behind the door.

The manager wasn't here when he was looking for him before, but now that he's not looking for him, he's here again.

"Madam, it's like this. Because of our negligence in our work, we forgot to prepare a set of hot spring clothes for you and your husband. Now we are bringing them to you."

"???? There is such a good thing..." Chen Anan muttered softly.

I didn't expect this hotel to be so good, and it also provides clothing for hot spring bathers.

After hearing what the hotel manager said, Chen Anan finally opened the door.

After opening the door, she saw a man in a crisp suit standing at the door with a smile, holding two hot spring suits for a man and a woman.

"Hello, these are patched clothes for you. Please forgive us for our negligence in our work and forgetting to prepare them for you."

"It's okay, it's okay," Chen An'an reached out and took the clothes. Because the hotel had prepared two sets of clothes for her and Ji Jingsheng, one for men and one for women, so the woman had no doubt at all whether this matter was deliberately arranged by someone.

Chen Anan thought that the hotel had indeed forgotten to prepare these services. These services were included in their package.

"Oh, by the way." Seeing the manager preparing to leave, Chen Anan suddenly thought of what happened before, and she asked, "Can you help me get another room now?"

She hasn't given up on this yet and wants to try again.

The manager was very enthusiastic and quickly took out the tablet he carried with him, then clicked on it and looked at it.

"Madam, I'm sorry, there really is no room now..."

Chen Anan felt something strange, "It's really not happening now, but does that mean it was there before?"

If the manager says this, it means they have indeed lied before.

"Madam, I don't know what you mean..." The hotel manager was at a loss for words and didn't know how to explain, so he could only pretend to be stupid.

At this time, Ji Jingsheng came back from outside.

Seeing him, the hotel manager seemed to have seen a savior. He quickly took two steps back and let the person into the room.

"Mr. Ji, this is the hotel manager, here to help us deliver hot spring clothes. I want him to help see if there are any free rooms." Chen Anan explained to Ji Jingsheng.

It would still be awkward to think of two people sleeping in the same bed at night, so Chen Anan still wanted to fight for it.

"No, there won't be any rooms." Ji Jingsheng said directly.

Chen Anan: "Why are you so sure?"

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