Aoba Hoyle didn't expect this woman to fall asleep before him. She was always on guard, but she put all her guard down at this moment. She felt relieved of him.

Aoba had to admit that Chloe Malan was a good-looking woman. After watching her for a long time, there was a feeling of dryness in his throat.

Damn it! He cursed secretly in his heart, turned his face to the other side, and slowly fell asleep.

There's nothing happened again during the night, but when he woke up, Aoba felt his neck was uncomfortable. And the woman wasn't on the bed. He slowly turned his head and saw that she was sitting at the computer desk, seeming to be searching for something.

"What are you doing?"

Chloe beckoned, "Come here, is this you?"

She searched his name on the Internet and Google introduced the artist Yang Yu to become famous when he was young. His paintings were famous, but no one had ever seen him. No one knew the true face of him. If the man in the room was the same as Yang Yu, wouldn't she have won the first prize?

Aoba Hoyle walked over while wearing his clothes, "It seems that you don't believe in my authenticity."

me your

Yu is not my

she wanted to confirm, but this

special, I'm hungry, sister, can you cook?"

Her voice fell behind, "You can't order

eating in this hotel for ten days." Aoba stood at the door with a mouth full of toothpaste foam, "The contract says that you have to take care of my three meals a day."

"You live in such a high-class hotel, and you want to let me pay for your meals? There is something

also the wrong thing which

kitchen here, how can I cook the dishes for you? I live with a

change the room, and then asked someone to bring two breakfasts. "Forget this meal this morning. You have

scolded him

After breakfast, Aoba didn't want to go out, so he asked Chloe to watch the video with him while he was bored. This kid was so perverted that he closed the curtains to watch ghost movies. The gloomy picture and the background music

is no ghost in the world, thinking that these are all artificial, it is

in her ears and dyed the atmosphere in the room. It was clear that it was a sunny day outside, and the room was heated, but

so happened that Olive's text message came over, which distracted her fear, "Where did you go after a night? Have an affair?" Behind the text, there was a wicked smile.

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