Lu Mingyuan checked into the hotel where Su Qiao stayed like an ordinary tourist.

His father asked him to meet him tomorrow, and he found a place to stay nearby. The night in May was not warm. He was wearing thin clothes and carrying simple luggage. As soon as he stepped into the hotel, he heard someone speaking Chinese.

He Anbai stood at the front desk of the lobby and asked the waiter if there were any extra adapter plugs. Shen Man accompanied him and called Su Qiao at the same time: "The e-commerce plan proposed last month was rejected by the general manager..."

"Let him continue to stick to the physical store," Su Qiao lowered his voice and judged, "It is impossible for him to directly agree to the plan we made."

She lay in the marble bathtub and stretched out one of her legs. Water emerged from the gold-encrusted faucet, causing the water level to rise. Not only did she not wash away her fatigue, she also felt a little sleepy as the steam spread.

At this moment, the distance between Lu Mingyuan and Shen Man was actually less than one meter.

He faced the waiter at the front desk, swiped his card to pay for the room, got a bunch of keys, and walked to the elevator consciously. Not far away, He Anbai held a few bottles of newly purchased wine and the universal plug the waiter gave him, and called out : "Hey, please wait a moment, I'm going up too."

He Anbai quickly ran to the elevator, and Shen Man followed. She lowered her head, edited a text message, and sent it to Su Qiao immediately, and covered the contact note with her hand.

Shen Man had seen Lu Mingyuan's photos, but He Anbai had never seen them. The space in the elevator was narrow, and the three of them were separated on three sides. It was He Anbo who struck up a conversation first: "Are you Chinese? Are you coming to Italy to travel?"

Lu Mingyuan replied: "Yes, what about you?"

He was carrying a backpack with all his belongings in it. Judging from his clothing, he looked like a college student traveling alone, which made He Anbai lower his guard and responded: "I'm here to travel, just like you."

The elevator stopped on the third floor and they went out one after another. Perhaps because the booking times were similar, their room numbers were also connected together - this made Shen Man's heart skip a beat, because Su Qiao lived next door to Lu Mingyuan.

In order to hide her identity from others, Su Qiao gave up on luxury hotels. It was too easy to meet acquaintances in that kind of place.

She was always looking for an opportunity to meet Lu Mingyuan's father. Due to time constraints, she had to chase him to Rome and chose an ordinary hotel in a nearby neighborhood - she never expected that Lu Mingyuan made the exact same choice.

There is only a wall between them.

Su Qiao was instinctively suspicious of this coincidence. She sat on the bed wrapped in a bath towel and pondered for a while. In the end, she couldn't think of a clue, so she could only lie back and fell on the soft mattress.

Just a moment later, someone knocked on the door.

Su Qiao didn't respond.

The man outside the door said to her in English: "Excuse me, I live next door, and my bathroom is leaking, and it may have flowed into your room."

If the carpet is damaged, the original price needs to be compensated. For this reason, Lu Mingyuan reminded the stranger next door. His room number is 23, and He Anbai lives in 25. From this, it can be inferred that room 24 is not vacant, and there is probably a person living in it. Compatriots from the motherland.

The reality was far stranger than his conjecture.

After the door opened, what came into view was Su Qiao's face.

Her hair was not completely dry yet, and water droplets hung on the ends of her hair, occasionally falling down and dripping into the snow-white bath towel.

It was the first time Lu Mingyuan saw her like this. His eyes first fell on her neck, and then on her plump breasts. When he approached the slender waist, his reason suddenly returned and regained his strength, allowing him to ask no.

The salty words: "What a coincidence, are you coming to Rome for a trip?"

Of course not. Su Qiao thought to herself, how could she have the time or thought to travel?

"Come in and talk," Su Qiao said, "I'm a little cold."

She turned her back to him and walked towards the coffee table indoors. The hotel offered a variety of tea bags, and she made two cups in total. Perhaps it was a premonition that she would run into Lu Mingyuan no matter what tonight.

Lu Mingyuan closed the door casually. Like Su Qiao, he couldn't sort out his thoughts and was more confused than touched. But soon, Su Qiao explained to him: "I hesitated when I returned to China and changed my ticket to Rome.

.I had a Schengen visa before, and I originally wanted to...bring my parents here for a trip."

She made it up reasonably and asked, "Did you know I was here, so you came to see me?"

Lu Mingyuan was wearing a coat, but Su Qiao had bare shoulders.

The window was not closed tightly, and the night breeze was chilly. Lu Mingyuan thought for a moment, took off his coat, and handed it to Su Qiao. However, Su Qiao deliberately misunderstood what he meant, and she said: "Why did you start taking off your clothes?"

?”

Lu Mingyuan didn't bother to explain, so he simply said: "Aren't you also talking to me while wearing a bath towel?"

Su Qiao did not admit some of her thoughts. She was full of interest in Lu Mingyuan, and occasionally she would be on the verge of an uncontrollable turning point. She would not respond like this if anyone other than him knocked on the door.

"I heard your voice and I was anxious to open the door for you." Su Qiao took his coat, put it on her body, and finally told the truth, "If it had been anyone else, I wouldn't have gone there right away."

The towel was tied a little loosely. The moment Su Qiao raised her hand, a corner of the cloth slipped off, and was about to be completely stretched out in front of Lu Mingyuan, like clouds scattered in the wind.

Lu Mingyuan's reaction was faster than Su Qiao's.

He covered her chest with his left hand and fastened the corners of the bath towel. He grasped something plump and soft, but his fingers did not dare to let go. He was trapped in a beauty trap and it was difficult to get away. What on earth was going on? What was going on in his mind

When I had such a question, I lowered my head and looked at Su Qiao. When I saw her clear eyes and unashamed face, I felt that I shouldn't be thinking about it.

"You need a normal piece of clothing." Lu Mingyuan took a step back and sat on the bed. "If it falls off again, I won't care."

There was a small goldfish stone sculpture on the bed. Because Su Qiao had been playing with it for a long time, and the little goldfish still had her warmth, Lu Mingyuan accidentally touched it, and his mind became clearer. He then asked: "Do you know my father?"

In Rome?”

"Of course I know, have you forgotten?" Su Qiao said without thinking, "Last night, you told me personally that you were going to Italy to find your father."

Water was still leaking from the corners of the wall, and neither of them had time to care. There was a dark spot on the patterned carpet. The waiter who received Lu Mingyuan's internal call was taking the plumber to make repairs. So far, no one has knocked on the door of Room 24.

Main entrance.

So for a while, the room was very quiet.

Until Lu Mingyuan spoke up again: "Do you want to come to Rome to find him? What good will it do to you to find him?"

"It's no good," Su Qiao bent down and whispered, "because you will definitely come, and I want to try my luck. If I go back to China like this, I will probably..."
Chapter completed!