A series of mysterious phone calls

  Qiao Yunxue slept soundly.

  Her mobile phone alarm went off, she didn't even blink her eyes, and directly reached out to turn it off.

  This bed is really comfortable. Continue sleeping.

  The phone rang. What a nuisance!

  Touched the phone and pressed the answer button, but it was a blind tone. Only then did I realize that it was the telephone ringing in the room.

  She knew the phone was on the bedside table. She still reached out and picked it up: "Hello?"

  Why is it still a blind spot?

  He hung up quickly. But before he had lain down for three seconds, the phone rang again. Taking a deep breath and holding back his temper, Qiao Yunxue picked up the receiver: "Hello?"

  "No, how is it a woman's voice?" A delicate voice came over, "Did I dial the wrong number again?"

  "Who are..." Qiao Yunxue didn't even have time to ask before the other party hung up again.

  Less than three seconds later, the bell rang again.

  What can be tolerated and what cannot! Qiao Yunxue lifted the quilt with one hand, grabbed the microphone and shouted: "Miss, are you sleepwalking in broad daylight?"

  Her words had barely fallen when low laughter came from behind her.

  Qiao Yunxue's hand shook and the microphone fell.

  The bed was too comfortable, she fell asleep without knowing it. It turned out that there was another man in the room. She slowly turned around, her eyes twitched - her new husband was unbuttoning his pajamas, seemingly preparing to get up.

  Qiao Yunxue subconsciously glanced at the other side of the bed. It was a bit messy, but honestly, she couldn't tell if he had slept beside her last night or not...

  She suddenly withdrew her gaze, grasped the collar of her own clothes, looked herself up and down, and knitted her eyebrows in a delicate and elegant manner - as a bride, she seemed to be safe to an excessive degree...

  The phone rang for the fourth time.

  Behind her was her newlywed husband, and she could only suppress her temper: "Looking for you, answer quickly."

  He smiled and left: "Help me pick it up."

  "Hello, who is it?"

  "What's with the woman? Geez..." The other party hung up the phone after hastily saying that.

  Rong Qian had finished washing up and returned to his room. Qiao Yun hung up the Nth phone call that ended abruptly, her puzzled eyes locked onto him, "Mr. Rong, is this a public phone booth?"

  He walked past her in his white uniform: "The number was only changed a week ago. It shouldn't be common knowledge yet."

  "They were all young girls who called... " Qiao Yunxue nodded, "Really can't see it, originally you have such a good relationship with women. Mr. Rong, originally as long as you enter the 50th floor of Jinghua Headquarters, even if you are a small employee, you are a star and very popular."

  Rong Qian pulled at the corner of his mouth, as if he had something to say.

  The phone rang again. She glanced at him and picked up the receiver: "Qian is getting dressed."

  "While getting dressed......" The other person cried, "You're a woman and you were in his room? Waaah, how could he have a mistress......"

  Cried so sadly that Qiao Yunxue pouted: "Does Mr. Rong want some comfort?"

  Rong Qian took over the microphone and hung up neatly: "The woman's phone call is yours to answer. Answer it for a few days and it will be quiet."

  A strong masculine aura wafted over, and she subconsciously looked up at him: His upper body was a light wheat color, with well-proportioned muscles. His facial features were sharp and clear, very attractive...

  She felt his gaze, he looked back, his dark pupils were bottomless.

  "The bed can't be shared? I think Mr. Rong likes me to sleep here and answer the phone." Qiao Yunxue touched her nose, "Mr. Rong is... deliberately marrying me back to answer the phone?"