Chapter 1: Wrong room (1)

The night is shrouded, the sky is sprinkled with Huaguang, and the stars and moons are shining.
City C, Imperial Palace Hotel.
A white Bugatti sports car broke through the night with a gust of wind, and made a beautiful turn in front of the hotel, and the rest stopped at the gate.
I have already respectfully waited for the waiters on both sides to see and humbled forward. "Northern Master, you are here!"
The man in the car just swept a group of people, pushed the door open and walked out.
This is a suffocating face from the British to the suffocating face. The facial features have little squats from Asians. Although half of them are hidden in the shadows, the other half of the light shines, and it is still dazzling.
"Your room has been arranged before!" The waiter in charge of the reception whispered a reminder and made a gesture to him.
"Yeah." The man spit out a word indifferently, squatting on a large group of people who were serving, carrying slender legs and going straight to the hotel.
There was a cold magnetic field on his body, and it was like a cold wind blowing over it, and it was like a cold ice.
Into the elevator, came to the room already prepared on the 15th floor, the button of the shirt was untied freely, and the man walked straight to the bathroom with a slender leg.
At the same moment when the sound of the water in the bathroom sounded, a burst of sound came out of the door of the suite.
The closed door was quietly beaten open...
At the same time, a small birthday party is going on on the lawn of the downstairs hotel.
This birthday party was held for Fang Rong, the young master of Fangjia. Fang Chi Xiagang arrived, and the protagonist tonight greeted him.
"Summer and summer, you are here!" Fang Rong strode to her, and when he was about to approach, he rushed over.
Fang Chi Xia Yan pointed, stepping back two steps, cleverly avoiding his movements before his body was about to touch himself.
"Fang Chi Xia!" Fang Rong rushed into the air, slightly annoyed, but she could see her face more beautiful than flowers, and all the anger was swallowed back.
It’s still long tonight, not afraid to get her out of hand!
Fang Rong is the son of Fang Chi Xia's father. After he grew up from Fang Chi Xia, the embarrassment to her has not stopped. Any time she looks at her eyes, she seems to want to take her into the belly.
Frustrated Fang Chi Xia Ling, usually always avoid him, and even the family rarely return, which makes Fang Rong's hopes repeatedly failed.
Such a delicious piece of meat is in front of you, but it is only visible and can not be eaten. Fang Rong’s heart has long been a taste.
However, thinking of the plan tonight, his lips twitched.
Invited a passing waiter, took two glasses of wine from the tray, and handed it to Fang Chi Xia. "Summer summer, my birthday tonight, don't you respect me?"
Fang Chi Xia is always prepared to guard him at any time, but for such occasions tonight, this glass of wine is really difficult to shirk.
"I want to drink this taste!" Staring at the wine he had handed over, he glanced at him and weaved a clever reason for herself. She took the opportunity to change a glass of wine.
Fang Rong looked at her movements in a quiet manner, and the smile on her lips was deeper.
He knew that this girl was not honest!
Fortunately, he has been prevented!
Even if you look carefully, you can’t guess that the wine inside is actually moving.