Chapter 2190: At 7 o'clock tonight, I am waiting for you (5)

The atmosphere is cold and cold.
It lasted for about a minute or two, and Fang Chi Xia Qing was lucky that the hotel security came out.
The hotel she is in is relatively high-end, and every security guard will check the security.
In the case of the cold and cold, the identity is high, you can't touch it, but you will come out and ask.
"Cold Master, can you ask three?"
"Yeah." Cold praying cold and faint should be a security guard.
"Your room has been kept for you!" The two bodyguards bent down and made a gesture to him.
After the cold prayer, he turned around and seemed to be ready to go toward the elevator.
Fang Chi Xia Jiao's corner of the eye slanted past, and at the moment his face turned away, he quickly moved to a marble column near the door.
When she was cold and cold, her face turned slightly and her eyes glanced in the direction of the marble column she had just stood.
Did not see anything, the sight was taken back, walked in front and several bodyguards went upstairs together.

What did the young master just see?
In the elevator, one of the bodyguards continued to ask the topic.
"Nothing." Cold prayed cold and indifferently returned to him.
He did not see anything.
Stop and stare at the lobby quietly, but out of subconscious behavior.
Fang Chi Xiamu sent his figure to leave, listening to the sound of the elevator door slowly closing, making sure he would not come out again, she came out from the marble column.
Before she left, she looked up and she stared again at the direction he had just left.
Why is he here?
Fang Chi walks in the summer and meditates on this issue.
When I got on the bus, I gave the driver the name of the hotel I was going to. I looked away from the window. She slowly thought about the conversation between him and the two bodyguards.
What is the discussion of several people?
What business does the cold home have in the Middle East?
The car continued to drive on the road. Fangchi quietly stared at the big desert that looked out of the window. When the car turned, the head suddenly flashed the last time he hit him in the Middle East.
She only came twice in total and hit him twice.
Is it too frequent for him to appear in this place, or is there another reason?
In a desert climate city, even in the morning, the air is still hot as if it were evaporating.
Fang Chixia’s head has been lingering in the cold and cold, and it’s been absent-minded to go to the hotel where Luo Yibei is located.
When the car arrived at the hotel door, the Saudi driver even shouted at her door several times. "Miss, it is here! It is here! You can get off!"
"Thank you!" Fang Chi Xia returned to God, calmed his face, took out the fare and handed it to him, opened the door and went down, and rushed to the service desk.
"Hello!" The elbow was on the front desk. She took out the business card of Luo Yibei and asked the front desk in the unfamiliar Arabic. "Is this gentleman still living in the hotel?"
"Sorry, miss!" The front desk clerk bowed politely at her and smiled and apologized. "Sorry, the hotel has regulations, and we can't disclose any information about the guests to anyone."
The expression on Fang Chi Xia’s face is stiff.
The rules are dead and people are alive. This information is very important to me. Just tell me if this gentleman is still at the hotel!

"Sorry, miss!" The two servicemen bowed their heads and bowed to her again.
Fang Chixia was eager to find someone at this time, and his heart was up and down.
The hand went to the front desk and her voice was eagerly raised. "I am the wife of this gentleman!"