Spoil My Errant Wife

The power went out and the whole hotel was out of heat.It was not warm enough to stay in the hotel suite with the quilt.

Christina took all the warm quilts, clothes, socks, hats, and so on.

They walked up the stairs to the lobby on the first floor.

Charles felt that he was like an ostrich walking with a big white duvet and thinking it must be very funny.He was still in the mood to turn to her and say, "Is your phone charged? Take a picture of me.If I can leave this ghost place alive, I must frame it"

"We can't leave here?"

Geoffrey was hugged by his father and buried in the duvet.His head popped out and he looked at Charles in panic.It would take some time and energy to go down from the 12th floor to the 1st-floor lobby.

Christina was already a little tired.

Seeing that Charles was scaring the child, she answered, "Ignore him, this ostrich."

She then reached out and patted Charles on the head.

Charles held the back of his head and deliberately screamed, "Oh, my head hurts...I can't do it anymore.You have to carry me down.You have to be responsible"

They were originally trapped in the hotel, with no electricity, no light source, no heating, and they were depressed.

But Chandler and the others chuckled when Christina joked with Charles as they walked down the stairs.

Even if they were trapped in a hotel, it was no big deal.It was fine to wait.

When they finally reached the lobby, they could still hear the noise from afar.It was really difficult to calm down when being trapped in the hotel.

Besides, it was snowing heavily outside.

They appeared at the entrance of the stairs wrapped in duvets, and the others looked at them in surprise.

The crowd immediately whispered, and several people rushed up the stairs.They probably wanted to go back to the suite to get the quilt, at least to keep warm.

But at the staircase entrance, they could hear people discussing angrily upstairs.

"It is an electronic lock, but the power is off now.How can we open the door and get the quilt..."

Christina also said that she was not a god and could not break the door for these strangers.

wanted to keep warm, they should

chose a corner and they sat

gave her quilt to Crystal and then got up to walk

the crystal lamp in the center of the hotel lobby, there was a round marble table,

afraid of the cold.He was wearing a shirt, trousers, and coat.He shouted at the crowd,

we must unite

need some people to strengthen the doors and windows to prevent the wind and snow from

man's voice was very special and a little

original mother tongue was not English.His voice was seductive, like

passengers in the

seemed that what the man said made sense and these people quickly cooperated with each other to check

a big fire was set up in the middle, illuminating the dark lobby and giving people a sense of security.It was not safe to make a fire in the room, but there was no other way

could only use

her eyes and looked at the man seriously through

found this man

with an SLR camera the day she arrived at the ski resort.The man was very sensitive.He turned around and looked

by the dim flame,

feel that the man smiled ironically and he was waiting to watch what would

said to her, "Are

a moment.She wondered if she was

the plastic in.It will

in her 30's suddenly burst into

come

she asked, "The people at the foot of the mountain didn't know that there was a power outage here.They might only come here in a week.We can't hold on for that

No one answered her.

tourists were more cooperative in their work as if venting their anger on

curtains and threw expensive wooden

the hotel was built on a high mountain, there was no natural gas pipe, and all

was still some liquefied gas to cook

in the hotel also knew that they could not leave anywhere for the

was so united, the chefs

the restaurant, they all squatted on the carpet and sat around the fire, each holding hot soup in their hands and gulping it down regardless

eat as

about the food.I went to the kitchen and saw that

quietly, feeling

not so tense, and at this moment, the sound of fighting came from