Chapter 394: Room reserved for her
Chapter 394 The room reserved for her
That is a fingerprint lock, clean and cold.
The red light flashes, and a sweet prompt sounds: [Sorry, your fingerprint was entered incorrectly. ]
Xia Ling was startled and tried again - [Sorry, your fingerprint was entered incorrectly. ]
She then remembered that she was no longer that person. The emperor was once her home, but now it was just a gorgeous prison. No matter how big or luxurious it was, it was still cold.
"Ms. Ye." Chu Chen interrupted her thoughts, "You have no permission to enter this lounge. There are other lounges downstairs. If you are tired, I will take you to sit there."
“Who is using this lounge now?” Xia Ling asked.
"No one." Chu Chen said briefly, obviously not wanting her to continue asking questions. "This way, please, I will take you downstairs."
Xia Ling looked at the crystal sliding door, lost her mind for a while, turned around, and was about to leave.
“Heh, isn’t this Ye Xingling?” A familiar sweet female voice.
Xia Ling turned around and saw Xia Yu, who was still wearing embroidered clothes, with delicate eyelashes and delicate and charming skin. Why is she here? Xia Ling glanced around with some confusion, and then realized that the door of the room 1803 next door was open, and Xia Yu's stylist and assistant were coming out of it carrying large and small bags.
“Is your lounge next door?” Xia Ling asked.
If she remembered correctly, this floor was full of lounges for top singers, and there were only three in total. Being able to live here is a symbol of the emperor's most distinguished singer. Many popular celebrities have sharpened their heads and broken their heads trying to occupy a lounge on this floor but failed. And Xia Yu, a recording studio singer who relies on post-production to make up for her shortcomings, actually occupies one of the three studios?
"Yes." Xia Yu raised her chin slightly and looked at her mockingly, "This floor is not where you came from, why don't you get down quickly?"
Xia Ling frowned slightly and asked Chu Chen: "Who is using the other room?" Could it be that the emperor changed the rules and now this floor is no longer a symbol of status, and there is no longer so much style and elegance?
From Xia Yu's tone, it doesn't sound like him.
Chuchen glanced at her: "It's Li Yingchen."
Oh, it's her, a diva-level female singer, the emperor's first sister. It seems that these 18 floors are still very particular, but this can allow Xia Yu to get a place, and I am afraid it is not strength.
"Xia Yu," Xia Ling finally couldn't hold back and advised her, "It's not easy to take things that don't belong to you. Some people can hold you up high, but they can also make you fall down hard. Wait. By then, it’s too late for you to know the pain.”
This is what she has learned from the past and speaks from the bottom of her heart.
She didn't know why she said this to Xia Yu. She had already decided not to care about this sister, right? However, no one knew Pei Ziheng better than her. His love was like a mirror, and heaven and **** were just a thought away. She had already paid the price and didn't want Xia Yu to follow in her footsteps.
Xia Yu thought about it, thinking she was being sarcastic: "Ye Xingling, are you jealous? No wonder you are angry. There are only three lounges on this floor. Brother Ziheng will only give them to the people he cares about most. , I'm sorry, I don't have you."
Xia Ling's face turned cold. She already regretted talking to Xia Yu so much.
Not wanting to engage in unnecessary verbal disputes, she frowned slightly and said, "I borrowed it."
"Are you going to go downstairs to another lounge?" Xia Yu turned sideways and let her pass, "Wouldn't it be better if it was like this earlier? You don't even have to look at whose room 1801 belongs to, how dare you take advantage of it? "
Didn’t Chu Chen say that there is no one in 1801 now?
Xia Ling stopped, turned around, and asked Xia Yu, "Whose room is it?"
Xia Yu smiled: "Of course it belongs to my sister." "Xia Ling?"
"Who else besides her?" Xia Yu tilted her head, "Ye Xingling, what does it matter if brother Zi Heng values you? Your weight in brother Zi Heng's heart will never be comparable to that of my sister. Only my sister is incompetent. Instead, even if she dies, this room will be reserved for her, and you, the living person, can only go to the lower level downstairs."
Maybe it was because there were few people present, or maybe it was because he was "protecting" his sister. At this time, Xia Yu didn't speak as restrained as usual. She peeled off her pitiful skin, revealing a somewhat aggressive tone.
But she always knows how to step on others.
Since her rebirth, Xia Ling has been wondering, who is the person Pei Ziheng loves? Could it be that the glamorous Xia Ling, the butterfly in his dreams that he raised with his own hands, was not the real her? Otherwise, why was he so ruthless and cruel to mute me when he didn't know who she was? And yet he indulged me so much after knowing that she was Xia Ling herself.
He left a lot of things for Xia Ling, including his untouched home, photo wall, and this lounge in front of him.
But, what have you done for Ye Xingling?
Xia Yu looked at her quietly, with a faint smile on her lips.
That smile stung Xia Ling. She was already in such a miserable state and didn't want to see someone stepping on her head to show off. Remuneration is not overnight, and slaps in the face must be face to face. This is the principle that Xia Ling has always believed in.
She turned to look at Chu Chen: "I want this lounge."
“Miss Ye?” Chu Chen raised his eyebrows slightly.
"I said, I want 1801." She emphasized her tone and was very impatient.
"The boss has long ago ordered that no one should touch anything belonging to Xia Ling." Chu Chen said, "The deceased is the most important. This room is a memorial. Even Xia Yu is not allowed to enter. Miss Ye, please Don't make things difficult for me."
Chu Chen persuaded her patiently and stood still.
Xia Yu's smile deepened: "Ye Xingling, don't you know that the sky is the limit. This matter involves my sister. Do you think Chu Chen is qualified to make the decision? I think you should go down as soon as possible to save yourself from not getting the room and making people laugh. Not to mention, it also offended brother Ziheng."
Xia Ling sneered, how many things did she do to anger Pei Ziheng? Not bad for this one either.
“Call Pei Ziheng and tell him I want this room.” She said to Chu Chen.
Chu Chen frowned: "Miss Ye, please forgive me for not obeying my order. You have just come to the emperor, and you don't know what Xia Ling means. It is the boss's evildoing. Even if it is you, please don't touch it."
Xia Yu laughed softly, looking like she was watching a good show.
Xia Ling became even more irritated and simply stretched out her hand: "Bring me the phone." Even though she had signed the contract with the Emperor, Pei Ziheng still didn't plan to equip her with a mobile phone. Now, she had to borrow Chu Chen's - since he didn't dare to say this to Pei Ziheng , then let her speak for herself.
Chu Chen didn’t move.
"Bring it here!" Xia Ling said angrily, "Chu Chen, do you think I can't find the phone or something? When did I need your permission to call Pei Ziheng?! Do you believe it or not, based on this alone, you Can you **** off your master?"
(End of this chapter)