Chapter 195 Are You Lonely? (One More)

The young man who was called Young Master Fu had a clear and beautiful voice, "It's a Ferrari. Looking at the license plate, it faces South City. I didn't expect people in this small place to be really good at it."

Behind him, there was still a constant creaking.

Ding-dong, with the sound of the bell in the elevator, the sixth floor arrived. Wei Sheng stepped out of the elevator with his schoolbag and found his room following the house number on the key.

The reason why the resort is more expensive than other hotels and folklore in the ecological area is that the hotel is located on the top of the mountain.

The room is better than Wei Sheng expected. It is 40 square meters in size. To the right of the entrance is the bathroom. The clean and luxurious large bathtub adds a bit of class to the bathroom.

The dark green curtains in the room were opened, and it was a floor-to-ceiling window. Outside was a large balcony. Looking out, it was the snow track below. At this time, many tourists were already skiing.

The cool air is exceptionally fresh, and it is refreshing to inhale into the lungs.

Wei Sheng has always been very picky about the hotel's accommodation environment and level of comfort. Maybe everyone's hobbies are different. For her, clothing and accessories are not necessary, and they do not have to be expensive and brand. After all, she is not a socialite who eats.

But staying at her is a kind of enjoyment, and it is also a relaxation after exhaustion.

It is not extravagant to be used to choosing a five-star hotel or above, not to mention that the price is not too expensive for her in her previous life.

Rather than choosing a good hotel, it is better to choose soft and comfortable beds, high-quality service attitude, and satisfaction in various details. The selection of bedding in star-rated hotels is very strict, almost all of them have royal brands, and it is really difficult to get used to it. The details in all aspects are not very humane, so the bedding in the previous family is also selected. The royal brand of star-rated hotels.

For a madman who is a racing driver, the money he earns from his life is also more willing to use it to enjoy life, at least to make himself and his family live more comfortable.

Standing on the balcony and eating the apples, Wei Sheng turned around and went back to the room, called the front desk to send a disposable bathtub film and red wine, and planned to enjoy it alone on the top of the Snow Mountain on the first day of the new year.

And she did exactly that that night.

After taking a bath, the small figure was alone with a wine glass, surrounded by the woolen rug on the bed, and sat cross-legged on the chaise longue on the balcony, facing the mountain wind, looking out into the unknown distance through the faint light of the night.

But suddenly felt a little lonely.

At this time, every household should have a lively and cheerful atmosphere.

Taking out the touch-screen mobile phone on the coffee table aside, Wei Sheng dialed Yang Jiajia's number in that world, only to hear a busy tone in the end.

She called Cyril again, the other party answered the phone quickly, Wei Sheng said Happy New Year, but only then did she remember that the time over there and here did not match. According to the same progress, that world is about the same time as this time. One month difference.

After all, it was September 2nd over there when she fell, and when she arrived here, it was already the end of September and she was about to take a long holiday.

What's more, to say Happy New Year to a foreigner, she smiled helplessly, and the roar of music from the other end of the phone also proved that Cyril was having a party with her friends.

Wei Sheng didn't bother, and hung up the phone with a few words.

Raising his hand to drink up the crimson sticky liquid in the cup, fireworks suddenly bloomed above the sky, the colorful colors were dazzlingly warm.

She put down the wine glass in her hand, her hands were trumpet-shaped, and shouted to the sky through the deafening sound of fireworks, "Are you lonely!"

The sound of fireworks stopped abruptly, and the sound drifted into the distance and echoed in the mountains.

"Are you lonely?" Suddenly, a male voice sounded not far from him, his voice was as light as a mountain spring, but with a hint of sarcasm.

Wei Sheng turned his head abruptly, and through the second round of fireworks in the sky, he could see clearly on the balcony connected to the next room, and there was a figure standing upright. Staring at her sideways.

It was the young man I met in the elevator who was supposed to be in the executive suite on the eighth floor.

Seemingly seeing what Wei Sheng was thinking, the man said lightly, "The eighth floor is full of rooms, and the room I booked has no snow scene."

Wei Sheng pursed his lips, turned and walked into the room quickly, closed the balcony door, and pulled the curtains tightly with a clatter.

The next morning, Wei Sheng was woken up by the banging of the door. She touched the phone on the bedside table and checked the time, but saw that it said 6:15.

With chicken coop-like hair and a black vest and trousers, Wei Sheng opened the door sleepily and saw a group of people standing at the door.

Gao Rui stepped into the room first and exclaimed, "Damn, you live in a snow room by yourself? Such a big bed!" As he spoke, he jumped to the side of the bed and was bounced back and forth twice.

Shao Bingran, brother and sister Tai and Fan Xiaodong stepped into the house one after another, and finally Cui Xian, who was wearing a white cotton suit.

Wei Sheng yawned and asked, "Why are you here?" She received a call from Gao Rui last night and had already told him the room number, but she didn't expect everyone to come directly so early.

At this moment, Fan Xiaodong stepped forward and grabbed the mobile phone beside the pillow and exclaimed, "CS998? Wei Sheng, what is your background?" After that, he threw down the mobile phone and picked up another mobile phone on the bedside table, "Huh? What kind of phone is this? Why don't you have a keyboard? Game console?"

Everyone's eyes were attracted by his cry.

Oops! Wei Sheng woke up suddenly, strode forward and grabbed another phone from Fan Xiaodong's hand, turned around and put it in the inner compartment of his schoolbag as if nothing had happened, and muttered, "Don't move."

The others didn't see it clearly, but Fan Xiaodong scratched his head and shouted, "Why don't you lend me a play? Be stingy!" After speaking, he opened the curtains and opened the balcony door. .

"My God, have you been drinking yourself?" Fan Xiaodong exclaimed and picked up the half bottle of red wine left on the balcony coffee table.

A cold wind poured into the room. Wei Sheng, who was stuffing his schoolbag under the bedside table, was agitated. As soon as he turned around, he saw his sweater flying towards him.

"Put it on." Cui Xian's face was as cold and expressionless as ever.

Wei Sheng caught the sweater and put it on his body, turned around and walked into the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth. Fan Xiaodong chased to the toilet door, leaned against the door with his chest and asked, "Wei Sheng, what on earth do you do at home?"

"From the development gallery." Wei Sheng replied while brushing his teeth, without looking at him.

Fan Xiaodong's eyes lit up and asked tightly, "Chain hair salons? Hair art or a new era?"

The two he mentioned were both top hairdressing chains in China in the past two years, and they seemed to be hairdressing brands that flowed in from Taiwan. Wei Sheng shook his head, turned to look at him and grinned, "Lichun Hair Salon."