As Gong Ou sat there, although he let them pass, his handsome face didn’t have a good expression, it was ice-cold and gloomy.
At the instant she closed the door, she could see Gong Ou’s expression that was as bitter as it could be.
She and Gong Ou had really been stuck together for a long time. Other men would definitely wish for them to have free space, but Gong Ou didn’t.
Shi Xiaonian walked into the Hot Pot City, closed the glass door and looked out, only to see Gong Ou’s car slowly leaving.
Smiling, she turned and walked inside to the front desk. “I’ve booked a room, Room 404.”
“Two gentlemen, a lady has arrived. Please come upstairs.”
Shi Xiaonian nodded, stepping on the red brick stairs and went all the way up to the entrance of the private box. She pushed open the door and said, “Editor Xia.”
“Ugh …”
Before Shi Xiaonian could say anything, Xia Yu already understood and disagreed, “What are you doing? You’re not doing anything wrong, why are you wearing a mask with your glasses, let them see you wearing it so that they can see you properly!”
Xia Yu was not her. She didn’t know that when those disdainful and disdainful gazes fell on him, they were even fiercer than arrows.
Xia Yu frowned and spoke straightforwardly, “Then do you want to wear a mask and glasses for your entire life whenever you go out?”
“What?”
“Ugh …” Shi Xiaonian thought about it and nodded, “I think it should be him.”
Other than Gong Ou, most likely no one else would be able to do such a boring thing.
Shi Xiaonian said.
What hadn’t she experienced before?
“I just feel that it’s not feasible for you to make Mr. Gong give up on the marriage.” Xia Yu said, a little worried, “Think about it, Gong Jia is a respectable aristocrat in Britain, with a rather high status. How could people like us have such a high position?”
Hearing that, Shi Xiaonian’s gaze dimmed, her fingertips tracing the edges of the cup.