"I'll go to the bathroom." Song Youran thought for a moment and spoke to Lu Xiao.

As soon as the microphone reached Lu Xiao's hand, Lu Xiao was singing with emotions. He waved his hand at her and signaled that he knew.

Song Youran got up and left. Tang Yuanxi, who had been paying attention to her silently, saw her. Shortly after she left, she followed her out of the box. The people on the sofa looked at each other tacitly and showed an ambiguous smile.

Zhang Molan pursed her lips and suddenly got up and left the private room.

Compared with Song Youran and Tang Yuanxi, Zhang Molan seems to be out of attention. She does whatever she should do, and she doesn't even raise her eyelids.

Song Youran didn't know that she had left the box and brought two tails. She went to the kv front desk first and asked if there was a printer and borrowed it.

Emperor Zun had a first-class service attitude and immediately found a printer for her.

Song Youran printed seven small characters as he thought, folded the excess blank space of the printing paper in half, leaving only a small note, thanked the service staff and left.

From here, you need to turn two turns to return to the private room. When Song Youran passed the bathroom passage, he met two unexpected people.

Zhang Molanmei raised her red lips and lit her toes while kissing Tang Yuanxi's side face. Tang Yuanxi blocked the two of them with one hand, obviously very resistant to her.

Song Youran paused and continued to move forward the next second, thinking that nothing had happened, but someone refused to let her leave.

"Youran!" Tang Yuanxi saw Song Youran and quickly called the person.

He had never officially met Song Youran, and had been paying attention to her secretly, and he became concerned about her without realizing it. This time he came out to be honest with her, but she saw such a disastrous side.

Song Youran stopped and looked at the two of them sideways, with a dull look, "I'm very sorry to bother you. I'm just passing by, so I'll leave now."

After saying that, Tang Yuanxi turned around and left without waiting for Tang Yuanxi to react. Tang Yuanxi wanted to chase him, but Zhang Molan grabbed his arm and couldn't get away for a moment. He looked at Song Youran's back getting farther and farther away.

Song Youran listened to the vague quarrels coming from behind, and shook her head gently while walking.

Instead of going back to the private room, she walked another way and turned on a spiral staircase. The warm yellow floor tiles were wiped without any trace of dust. The exquisite and huge crystal lamp was raised high, reflecting the fine streaming light, which was extremely luxurious.

The third floor above this staircase corresponds to the fourth to sixth floors of the Emperor, which is a place for guests to rest when they are tired.

Both the VIP room and the Presidential Suite were on the sixth floor. Song Youran stopped at the stairs and walked two steps forward, but hesitated a little.

People living on the sixth floor are either rich or noble, and they can't afford to offend easily. The information about the guests' check-in is kept confidential. Did she want to knock on the door one by one and then pretend to knock on the wrong one?

"What's up to me if that girl Wei Yan has to do with me? She doesn't have the ability to come out to play. You should go to Wei Shaoyang to clean up the mess for her."

A slightly irritable voice came from the corridor behind him.

"Wei Shaoyang has no time, do I have time? He works overtime in the company, and I am just scrambling outside, right?"

Wei Shaoheng held his cell phone in one hand and two paper bags in the other hand, with the logo of the limited edition clothing store printed on it. He walked forward while speaking, his emotions were completely trapped in the conversation, and he didn't notice Song Youran standing on the side of the corridor.

He stopped beside the stairs, and instead of rushing down the stairs, he said a few more words and hung up the phone, kicked the fence of the stairs, and cursed, "Grass!"

The fence was trembling with his kick, and still stood there strongly.

Song Youran looked at the brand new paper bag in his hand and was about to leave when he was stopped by Wei Shaoheng.

"Song Youran?" His eyes raised slightly upwards, with a look of surprise and suspicion.

All the people who are welcomed on this floor are famous figures in Yuncheng. Song Youran works in the Emperor, so he would not know that Mu Yunshen’s lounge is on the top floor. If she goes to Mu Yunshen to find Mu Yunshen, she should take the top floor directly, not here.

After a moment of thinking, I understood, and the eyes that looked at Song Youran were already more impatient.

In this way, Song Youran is no different from those girls who are accustomed to the brink of the flames. How could Yun Shen, who has always had a high vision, fall in love with her?

"Mr. Wei, are you doing something?" Song Youran saw that he was in a bad mood, but he just didn't know what this person meant by calling him.

"I probably haven't told you that my surname is Wei." Wei Shaoheng suddenly snorted coldly.

"The famous Second Young Master of the Wei family in Yuncheng, there should be no one in the Emperor who doesn't know you, right?" Song Youran answered smoothly. In fact, she didn't know Wei Shaoheng at all. She had been inquiring about the Yin family these days, and this close friend who had made since childhood was also revealed.

Wei Shaoheng looked her up and down, and I have to say that Song Youran's reason was very convincing. He was a regular customer on the underground floor before. He had not come back for a business trip some time ago, but there were many people who knew him in the bar, so she didn't know it.

After all, she was born in a humble background, so Yun Shen probably just had fun with her.

"I have something to leave. Please help me deliver these two clothes to No. 999." Wei Shaoheng handed the two bags in his hand forward and ordered.

Song Youran took it silently. In front of the absolute powerful people, the weak people didn't even have the chance to resist.

Wei Shaoheng put his free hand into his pocket, too lazy to say anything else. He turned around and went downstairs along the stairs. It seemed that Song Youran was originally air and had never been taken seriously by him.

Song Youran looked at the bag in her hand, which contained a customized men's shirt and trousers, as well as a dress for women.

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
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