To You, My Beloved

Gu Qingcheng said please come in, and the waiter pushed the door open and looked at Gu Qingcheng's eyes without the slightest contempt: Miss Gu, may I ask whether you want Chinese or Western style for the meal you are waiting for?

Only then did Gu Qingcheng confirm that the people in the hotel had not entered this suite and did not know how embarrassed and unbearable she was. Gu Qingcheng calmed down slightly and said, Chinese style.

Okay. The waiter nodded with a smile, turned around and walked out of the presidential suite.

Gu Qingcheng waited for the waiter to leave with an indifferent expression, then frowned slightly.

Since the waiter has never entered this suite, does it mean that everything that happened last night was done by Tang Shi?

He carried her into another bedroom and covered her with a quilt personally?

And the set of clothes she is wearing now was also delivered by him and then delivered to her in the suite himself?

The more Gu Qingcheng thought about it, the more confused he became. Why did Tang Shi do this?

He obviously hated and despised her so much. He could have ignored her and just left, and then let people see her embarrassment and unbearable condition, but why did he still do these things?

Should she take into account her face and dignity in front of others?

Just when Gu Qingcheng was confused, there was another knock on the door, accompanied by the waiter's respectful tone: Miss Gu?

Gu Qingcheng quickly retracted his random thoughts, hurriedly ran into the bedroom where Tang Shi always lived, picked up the clothes that Tang Shi had torn to pieces from the ground, rolled them up randomly, and stuffed them into his bag. , and then he spoke calmly and said to the door: Come in.

Gu Qingcheng was the only one. She originally thought that the Chinese food would be very simple to prepare, but when the waiter pushed the dining cart to the table and placed the dishes one by one, she realized how exquisite the meal was. Rich.

How could she eat so much food alone?

Gu Qingcheng frowned and said, I can't eat so much, so just leave two dishes and take away the rest.

The waiter raised his head respectfully, looked at Gu Qingcheng and said, This is Mr. Tang's order.

Tang Shi ordered it?

Gu Qingcheng's expression was stunned again. She was sitting at the dining table, holding chopsticks, and seemed to be eating her meal leisurely, but in her mind, she was completely confused.

She cried in front of him last night, which dampened his mood. Shouldn't he be angry?

But why did she ask the hotel to prepare food for her the next day?

After she returned to China, she always felt that she couldn't understand Tang Shi, but now, she really couldn't understand Tang Shi.

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The end of the weekend on the 10th also happens to be the end of Gu Qingcheng's holiday.