Deadly Game: Almighty Boss’s Guide to Making Money

Chapter 1011 Infinite Spacetime Hotel (1011)

Chapter 1011 1011. Infinite Spacetime Hotel (51)

——Let’s talk about serious business. This handsome boy and 105 seem to be unable to see 123 and the others.

——Huh? It really is.

——105 She is really tender at this time, and her skin is so good. Although it is not particularly white, it is really...the skin is so tender that you can pinch water out of it.

——Isn’t 123 tender?

——123 is also young and looks like a minor, but 105 has particularly good skin.

——Yes, there is not even a single pimple. I am so jealous.

——I am about the same age as 105 now, and I really want to ask how 105 maintains her skin.

——Youth needs no decoration.

——Can you please stop calling her 105? 105 is only related to that man. Now, she is called Meng Ye, the young Meng Ye who didn’t know that stinky man.

——You’re right, her name is Meng Ye.

Behind Meng Ye was a small square hall, and next to him was a corridor that was not too wide for him.

Seeing the young man, Meng also frowned.

"Why are you here again?" Meng Ye's voice was a little cold.

The boy's face turned pale instantly, but he still smiled shyly and handed the flowers in his hand to Meng Ye.

"Here, I just picked them and wrapped them myself. They look good, don't they?"

The indifference on Meng Ye's face eased a little, he showed a distant smile and took the flowers.

"It's very beautiful." His voice became much softer.

"I know you like flowers. I planted a lot of them. Later..."

"Give it to someone you like in the future!" Meng Ye interrupted the boy and looked at him seriously. "Listen to me, Xiaoguo, I really have always treated you as my younger brother."

"But, Dawei..."

"You are different from others." Meng Ye interrupted Xiao Guo. "We grew up together. I...can't do anything to you."

Meng Ye said this and walked towards the corridor.

A boy named "Xiaoguo" followed.

A slightly plump woman in her forties walked out of the door on the side of the corridor.

When the woman saw Xiaoguo, she smiled immediately.

"Xiao Guo, you're here."

"Hello, Auntie." Xiao Guo greeted the woman politely. "Auntie, aren't you going to work today?"

"I'm not feeling well, so I'm asking for leave." The woman said, looking at Meng Ye worriedly.

Xiaoguo nodded, and his expression suddenly became a little gloomy.

Meng didn't say anything, but continued walking forward. He pushed open the door at the end of the corridor, and the view instantly lit up.

The living room is spacious and clean.

Meng Ye walked straight to the window, placed the flowers on the windowsill, took out the flowers from several vases, picked out the withered or nearly withered ones, and put them aside.

Then, she opened the flowers Xiaoguo gave her, picked up a pair of scissors, and began to cut the branches carefully.

Soon, the flowers that were left behind and the flowers that Xiaoguo had just brought were placed by her in several vases in different shapes.

——Wow, it’s so beautiful.

——Has Miss Meng Ye ever learned flower arrangement?

——It should be talent.

——Maybe she particularly likes flowers.

——But she doesn't seem to like the person who sent the flowers.

——Xiaoguo kept watching her work with joy on her face, but she seemed immersed in her own world.

——The aunt just now must be her mother, right? Why does she look so worried?

——Excuse me for being blunt, but Meng Ye in his twenties doesn’t seem as happy as he was in his fifties.

——She was indeed unhappy, but she didn’t seem to be that miserable either.

——Looks a bit cold and inhuman.

Meng also arranged the flowers and ignored Xiaoguo. Instead, he took out a notebook, took out a lot of colored pencils, and started drawing on the flowers.

Lin Xi and the others now knew that 105... no, Meng Ye, could not see them.

Not only Meng Ye couldn't see it, Xiao Guo couldn't see it, and Meng Ye's mother couldn't see it either.

Therefore, they were able to follow Meng Ye and Xiao Guo into the living room without any obstruction.

--So lovely.

——Yes, she draws very well.

——I mean Meng is really beautiful.

——Actually, she’s not that beautiful, but her temperament is just different.

——A cold feeling.

——It’s strange, how can someone be so cold in their twenties, but become so passionate in their fifties!

——Yes, Sister 105 is a social leader.

——But Meng also seems to be a social phobic.

——She is not a socially anxious person, she probably just simply doesn’t want to bother with Xiao Guo.

——I think Xiaoguo is a good guy. At first glance, he looks like a young boy who is just beginning to fall in love.

——But Meng also just treats him as a younger brother.

——There is another Dawei, but I don’t know who he is.

——Is there any need to ask? He must be Meng Ye’s boyfriend!

Meng Ye concentrated on painting, and soon he had finished painting several vases of flowers. Meng Ye closed the sketchbook, put it aside, and stood up.

She turned around and saw Xiaoguo sitting on the sofa drinking water. She was stunned for a moment, as if she just remembered this person.

"You haven't left yet?"

"Auntie told me to stay for dinner." Xiao Guo whispered. "She said my second and third sisters would be back for dinner soon."

"You call them sisters but call me Xiaoye. Isn't that impolite?" Meng Ye smiled. "When you were little, you were so well-behaved. You always called me..."

"Sister Xiaoye." Xiaoguo said.

Meng was also stunned for a moment, then nodded and smiled again.

"Is big sister a difficult title to say?"

Xiaoguo lowered his eyes and looked at the cup in his hand and stopped talking.

——I like Xiaoguo, woohoo.

——It’s so pure, I like it too.

——Looks like someone who is easy to bully.

——Don’t you think Meng is bullying Xiaoguo a little bit?

——No, didn’t Meng Ye just refuse it very straightforwardly?

——But she still accepted his flowers.

——Not only did she accept it, she also arranged the flowers carefully and took pictures of each vase of flowers.

——Yes, she was just flipping through the paintings in the front, and I looked at them too. They were all flowers, with vases of flower arrangements.

——Although, is it possible that she just likes flowers, and likes the flowers she arranges with her own hands even more, so she draws them.

——Why didn't she just take a picture with her phone? Taking a picture and drawing it give people completely different feelings, okay?

——Yes, drawing it makes people cherish it more.

——If you were Xiaoguo, and you saw the person you loved accepting your flowers, arranging them carefully, and drawing them with great care, what would you think?

——He would hold out hope, thinking that she liked him but just hadn’t realized it yet.

——Doesn't anyone care about 123? Where do they live today?

——When others are eating, do they have to watch from the side?

——Damn, what place is this?

——Okay, don’t worry about where 123 and the others live. It seems that they are not playing by the rules this time.

——Hey, who is this handsome boy?

——He’s not very handsome, just young and tall.

——Well, generally handsome.

The tall and handsome guy picked up the phone on the table and dialed a number.