Who is it...

One of the consequences of owing too much love debt is that when you dream about your grievances and grudges with a certain woman, when you wake up you no longer remember which woman it is...

No matter what, as long as it’s not Song Lingling who bought a watch, it doesn’t matter to anyone!

When he woke up again, it was already dawn. Li Moyang opened his sleepy eyes and saw Song Yiming tightly wrapped around the quilt, curled up into a ball, like a mochi.

While putting on his clothes, Li Moyang couldn't help laughing, pushing the potato with his feet, "Hey, hey, hey, get up, the sun is shining on your butt... You still think this is China, it's so hot that you can still put the quilt on

Wrapped up so tightly..."

The hemp potato didn't move at all.

Angrily and funny, Li Moyang pushed him hard and raised his voice, "Hey, are you going to work with me to find a way to save people? Don't tell me that you are planning to spend the whole day with me under the quilt today.

Yeah!"

After a long while, a whining sound came from inside the cannabis potato: "Don't disturb me, there will be a wake-up call from the hotel waiter in a while..."

Li Moyang shook his head and looked at the messy things on the ground, "I said, can you sort out the dirty clothes you threw on the ground first?" "It's okay, a hotel attendant will come and take them directly to the laundry room in a while.

...""Then can you throw the instant noodle bowl on your bedside into the trash can?

What if you drop the horn sheets and get them stained?" "It's okay, a hotel attendant will come and take them away later..." "Um... Then you have to make sure that you masturbated all over the floor last night.

Please clean up the toilet paper!" "It's okay, a hotel attendant will come and clean it up for me in a moment..."

"The waiter will do everything! I said you can be of some use?" Li Moyang kicked Song Yiming's bed, "I said you are so lazy, sooner or later you will become as fat as Mr. Jiang!"

As soon as Li Moyang finished speaking, a head with an unshaven beard and hair like a chicken coop emerged from the potato, and his eyes were bloodshot. "You know what the hell, if the waiter who comes later is a pretty girl, maybe I can still...

Wow hahahaha..."

"What else can you do? Ask someone to help you pick up the toilet paper you use for masturbation?" Li Moyang rolled his eyes at him, walked into the bathroom and started to wash up, while saying inarticulately: "Besides, what if it comes later?

He's an African chicken, are you also interested in niggas?"

Song Yiming also walked in with a towel, "Haha, you are a bitch and you still don't admit it, Brother Yang, let me tell you, the waiters in their five-star hotels here are basically Asians, and Asian women are more considerate and more considerate than African women."

It's undeniable that you can do fine work..." "Okay, okay, it's so impressive.

...You don’t get up?" Li Moyang teased Song Yiming and washed his face randomly. Song Yiming had shaved his face and washed the shaving foam off his face, "Let me tell you, I also feel like I am lying in bed to greet the waiter.

The girl is indeed a little rude... Haha, brother, why don't you get up and clean yourself up?"

While the two were talking, someone knocked on the door, and Song Yiming ran over with a look of joy, "Hey, hey, here you go~~ Let me see if she is a beautiful woman~~"

Seeing Song Yiming lying on the cat's eye with his butt stuck out, Li Moyang really saw what a real slut is. "Tsk, damn, he's a man..." Song Yiming kicked the door with a disappointed look on his face and opened it.

door handle.

"Hey, tell me, don't you have a waitress here? You actually send a man to clean the room, this is simply..."

Song Yiming's voice suddenly stopped and there was no continuation. Li Moyang didn't bother to wipe his face. Looking at Song Yiming's expression, he didn't know whether the waiter outside the door was eating shit... Li Moyang leaned his head and looked at the door.

Standing at the door was a man about 30 years old. Although his skin was dark, it was obviously that of an Asian. His dark hair and eyes also proved his Asian identity.

By the way, this hotel is really rough. It would actually choose such a big Asian man as a room attendant... Oh, that's not right, why can't the room attendant be such a big man... Okay, I'm just making up my mind again... This seems to be a kind of thinking.

It’s a stereotype, as if hotel room attendants must be women...

"I said, didn't you have enough fun last night? I'm here to work, so don't..." Li Moyang wiped the water on his face and tried to smooth things over, but Song Yiming ignored his words and raised his eyebrows.

They got together and said coldly: "Yang Guoying?"

The waiter at the door was stunned for a moment and nodded, "Yes...it's me...sir, how do you know my name?"

Song Yiming sneered, then sneered again, and said in an extremely sarcastic voice, "What are you asking me? Why do I know your name?"

The waiter obviously didn't understand what was going on. He pursed his lips, but as if he suddenly remembered something, he showed a puzzled expression, which quickly turned into surprise, and then deepened and turned into fear.

Li Moyang looked at the dramatic change of expression on the waiter's face. Before he could react, the waiter suddenly dropped what he was holding, turned around and ran away.

"Stop! Don't run! If you dare to run again, try again!!" Song Yiming suddenly rushed out in anger, pointed at the waiter and roared. Strangely enough, after Song Yiming yelled like this, the waiter actually stopped.

, Song Yiming saw that he didn't run again, so he continued, "Come here and finish what you have to do, or believe it or not, I will tell your foreman immediately and tell you to get out??"

The waiter trembled all over, lowered his head and slowly returned to the door, shivering. Song Yiming seemed to have lost his mind, pushing the waiter into the room, and then slapped him hard.

He kicked me on the back and said fiercely: "Clean this place for me immediately, and do it on your knees, hurry up!"

The waiter raised his head tremblingly. Song Yiming saw that he was not happy, so he said, "The carpet in my room is a bit dirty. Didn't you bring a vacuum cleaner? Come on, kneel on the floor and wipe it clean! Come on!"

!!!"

Song Yiming yelled the last few words so loudly that the waiter shrank back in fright, but he didn't dare to raise any objection. He knelt down obediently, wiped the carpet bit by bit with a rag, and picked up the garbage on the floor.
Chapter completed!