The bed in He Mingyu's exclusive presidential suite is naturally much more comfortable than the ordinary suite in the crew hotel.

Soft and big, you can roll as you want.

Tan Qing slept three rods in the sun, and subconsciously reached out and touched the other side of the bed.

Then rubbed his eyes, jumped off the bed, and opened the door with bare feet.

On the wide sofa in the central living room.

He Mingyu had been sitting in a suit and leather shoes and didn't know how long he was sitting there. At this time, he faced the computer screen with no expression and gave a few words coldly.

Tan Qing just poked her head out of the bedroom door.

He was caught upright by He Mingyu: "Wake up?"

Tan Qing stretched his waist honestly, and walked into the living room with a clatter, and handed a small chair with his legs crossed and sat opposite He Mingyu.

therefore.

President He, who is having a video conference with the company's senior management, only needs to look up slightly from the screen.

You can see Tan Qing's slender calf wrapped in a half-length bathrobe, and the white clavicle line exposed by lowering her head and holding her mobile phone.

He Mingyu: "..."

After another ten-minute meeting, He Mingyu drank water six times.

In the end, He Mingyu gave up on the next topic, hurriedly arranged the task, then closed the computer, and glanced at Tan Qing who was sitting opposite: "Are you hungry?"

The cleaning staff of the hotel have performed room service very efficiently.

The embarrassing living room of last night has quickly recovered spotlessly.

After a full sleep, Tan Qing can't remember what happened after she got drunk last night.

He sat on the small chair and swayed back and forth, then touched his **** again.

The **** doesn't hurt.

There is no tail.

Hey-hey.

Perfect.

Tan Qing happily flipped through the hotel's pre-prepared optional menu in the presidential suite, and snapped a table of French breakfast that she had never eaten before.

Then he boldly pushed the exhausted menu in front of He Mingyu, and said sincerely and kindly: "I have finished my order, what are you going to eat?"

He Mingyu added a cup of milk to Tan Qing, and a cup of coffee for himself, and then closed the menu: "You can't finish it all by yourself, so go wash first."

Tan Qing shrugged her nose and snorted at the gold master's father, and touched her belly to the bathroom unwillingly.

The presidential suites of star-rated hotels include the right to give priority to meals.

The general manager personally delivered a piece of fruit. After confirming the menu, he paid more attention to Tan Qing for a while, and asked cautiously: "He Dong, some of these dishes are spicy. Is Mr. Tan prepared for a non-spicy taste?"

He Mingyu: "..."

After washing up and looking refreshing, Tan Qing took a perfume pear and took two bites. Hearing the words, he curiously leaned over: "Hey, is it very spicy? Why do you want to eat it for me?"

He Mingyu waved his hand to the general manager: "No, just follow the normal taste."

The general manager looked subtle for a moment, then bowed to the two of them: "Okay, wait a minute, we'll get ready right away."

Then respectfully exited the room.

Tan Qing's small fangs quickly gnawed the tender perfume pear so that only a small nucleus remained.

He accurately threw Li He'er into the trash can on the table, then turned over his phone and said to the person sitting on the sofa: "He Mingyu, do you want to go back today?"

He Mingyu said, "What's the matter?"

Tan Qing erected the phone screen to show He Mingyu: "The news from He Yao...he said he could drop in to take you to the airport and return to the crew with me, but how did he call you brother-in-law?"

He Mingyu stood up, walked over and picked up Tan Qing's mobile phone.

The top one of the chat software is the message sent by He Yao.

He Yao: Qingqing, are you and my uncle at the six-star hotel near the elevated exit? I happened to be passing there, do you want to pick you up? Empathetic jg

He Yao: Qingqing, are you awake? I'm almost off the highway.

He Yao: Qingqing, waiting for you at the hotel! You know my car.

He Mingyu didn't have any extra expressions on his face, and after reading it, he returned the phone to Tan Qing.

Paused.

It seemed that he had endured and endured, but in the end he couldn't hold back, frowning and said: "Why do these men like to call you Qingqing."

Tan Qing: "..."

Tan Qing raised her face and thought about this issue very seriously.

Then he looked from the left to the right and observed He Mingyu's expression. He stretched out a finger to poke his firm chest muscles and said with a grin, "Are you jealous?"

He Mingyu: "Heh."

Indifferent, sensitive, and dissatisfied with desire many times, the boss turned around coldly and arrogantly, leaving Tan Qing with a stubborn back.

He walked back to the sofa again, sat down seriously as if about to go to the negotiating table, and said flatly: "He Yao is the nephew of my third uncle. In terms of seniority, he can barely call me uncle."

Tan Qing: "Oh..."

Listen to this tone.

It should be very reluctant.

But it’s nice to have a free car to take!

Tan Qing typed He Yao back with his fingers flying, and then ran up to He Mingyu, held the phone to him, and said cheerfully: "I'll tell him, let him wait for us downstairs. Go down after dinner."

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu's somber expression didn't turn around until Tan Qing ordered a table of French food.

Especially when Tan Qing held the thick and long baguette very hard and dipped the pure white condensed milk and stuffed it into her mouth--

Mr. He's face was so gloomy that he couldn't be more gloomy.

Seeing that Tan Qing ate half of the French stick, he was not embarrassed to continue eating, and gave the remaining half to He Mingyu grievously: "Hey, do you want to take it again?"

He Mingyu indifferently rejected Tan Qing's baguette.

And with a black face, he cleaned up a table of leftovers that Tan Qing thought was not delicious.

Then he packed up Tan Qing's small bag of clothes and spare costumes, and took the people out of the hotel.

He Yao's car is a royal blue BMW SUV, which is not so high-profile in the parking lot of a lot of luxury cars, but it is still recognized by Tan Qing's sharp eyes.

He Yao, who was originally sitting in the car, put on sunglasses and a hat when they saw the two coming from a distance, pulled the door and got out of the car, and waved at them all the way.

Although it was still morning, city H was close to the sea and the latitude was low, although it was already hot in early spring.

The air conditioner in the car was at the right temperature. Tan Qing climbed into the back seat and moved in again, pulling He Mingyu's sleeve to let him sit in with him.

He Yao turned off the audio in the car, glanced back, and smiled: "Uncle, I just saw the people in your branch. Was it originally here to pick you up and Tan Qing?"

The interior of this car is obviously not as good as that used by He Mingyu in J City.

Tan Qing sniffed, and didn't like the smell of the car.

It's almost heavier than the perfume in Rongsheng's car.

He Mingyu glanced at He Yao when he heard the words, and said coldly: "You know a lot of people, even the branch offices can recognize them."

He Yao seemed to be taken aback by He Mingyu's sudden question, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Then he smiled awkwardly: "Uncle, don't think about it, I just happened to have met the executor of your branch."

He Mingyu didn't answer him again, leaning back in the chair, closing his eyes slightly as if tired.

Tan Qing, who slept particularly well, sat next to He Mingyu. After thinking about it, he couldn't understand why he was so sleepy even after sleeping in such a comfortable bed.

So he stretched his head and looked over.

Wow--

He Mingyu even has a pair of panda eye sockets.

Swarthy.

It's like being a thief in the middle of the night.

Tan Qing is carefully and attentively observing this human being who usually looks very energetic.

Unexpectedly, He Mingyu suddenly opened his eyes and said in a low voice: "What are you looking at?"

Tan Qing: "..."

Peeking was caught.

The most deadly.

Tan Qing pursed her lips and said cheeky: "Hey, are you sleepy?"

He Mingyu's deep eyes moved, and slowly met Tanqing's gaze, and then nodded: "Yes."

Tan Qing touched her nose, and had to retract her head again: "Okay, then you sleep..."

He Mingyu did not continue closing his eyes to sleep. Instead, he straightened up, took out a car key and handed it to Tan Qing: "I will ask you to drive the Bugatti back to the crew parking lot. I will send a driver to contact you tomorrow. , If you want to go in city h, you can directly contact him."

After meeting for the first time yesterday, Tan Qing likes that sassy and cool sports car very much.

He happily stretched out his hand and put the car key into his pocket, and said a little bit dissatisfied: "Then I will be in j city in the future?"

He Mingyu pressed down a strand of Tan Qing's curled up hair: "I will get it back for you, don't worry."

Tan Qing immediately gave He Mingyu a super standard heart: "Love you!"

He Mingyu's expression paused slightly: "I asked Cheng Ye yesterday, you have more than a week of filming here. When the filming is over, I will pick you up. Be good, you know?"

Tan Qing nodded very obediently.

What more does He Mingyu want to say.

He Yao, who was driving in the front row, finally inserted a sentence: "Uncle, don't worry! At any rate, Qingqing is also my aunt, I will definitely help you take good care of him."

He Mingyu finally turned his face back a bit and fell back instantly after the sentence "Qing Qing".

He glanced at He Yao coldly: "Since I know that it is his relationship with me, I should use the honorific name to call Qingqing into a decent way."

He Yao almost drove the car into the ditch: "...Okay, my uncle, my aunt."

Tan Qing: "..."

He Yao turned the steering wheel back and stepped on the brake again: "Uncle, I just wanted to say...the airport is here."

Tan Qing glanced out of the car window, then turned her head, clapped her hands and said, "Goodbye, godfather."

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu pulled Tan Qing over, kissed him on the forehead, and sighed helplessly: "Just anger me."

Tan Qing blinked.

Watching He Mingyu enter the VIP explosion-proof inspection channel with He Yao.

Then quickly jumped into the co-pilot seat: "You just told me in the message that there is a big secret, what is it?"