Trafford’s Trading Club

“I'll give it some serious thought. ”

In response to Song Cherry's question, Lo Qiu gave this answer.

Of course, Song Cherry didn't think about getting the answer he expected - because the guy was too calm... calm even scared.

No matter how strong people are, or how indifferent they are to life and death, or even more so if they just try to act calm, there are always signs to follow.

Neither did he have mercy for this cheap white man, nor did he move for his palms that had been cut off, and the last time he fed the crocodile, it was more like watching a circus - or something less amazing.

Either it's cold-blooded, or it's a naturally emotionally handicapped guy —— or, for him, it's just a pediatric thing.

“Who the hell are you?” Song Cherry stared at Lo Qiu again and tried to capture any slight change in his face.

“For you, I am Lochu.” Rochu thought about it for a while.

“For us?” Song Cherry frowned, "isn't that for us? Who the hell are you? ”

“Miss Song, don't worry too much.” Rochu smiled slightly: “Actually, I won't be long. Maybe a few days, maybe a week, and I'll be gone. ”

“Are you leaving?” Song Cherry heard the unexpected answer.

“Depending on the situation, if there were more interesting things to do here, I'd probably stay a few more days.” Lochu said softly.

“Really?” said Song Cherie frowning coldly. "Fine, I'll make you feel bored like never before. ”

Song Cherry stopped saying anything and ignored Lochu and, accompanied by Otas, left the private villa suite in the hotel.

She doesn't arrange any hospitality for Rocchu, she doesn't even say a word to Rocchu anymore, almost treats him as transparent and non-existent - even so, hotel people don't dare.

Though Miss Sakura seems to be having an unpleasant time with this Mr. Lo... but she didn't see this guy named Lo blow away?

God knows if Miss Sakura suddenly says, "You don't have to come to work tomorrow?"

So Otas, the general manager of the hotel, was afraid to do anything lazy about this young man, "Well... Miss Sakura is really nice, why don't you go and make fun of her? ”

“We're not what you think we are.” Rochu shook his head with a smile: “Leave me alone, Mr. Ottas is busy too, I'll be fine by myself. ”

Because Song Cherry had no reason to say anything, Lo Qiu followed along the way and came to a spacious office.

General Manager Otas now looked at the documents he was reading at his desk, silent Song Cherry, smiled bitterly, and lowered his voice: “Well, Mr. Lo, if you need anything, just ask someone to tell me. There is a secretary on duty outside the door, you can also tell her that I will go on. ”

“Thank you. ”

……

……

After Otas left, Song Cherry suddenly looked up at Lochu. When Rochu felt his eyes, he was curious: "Is there something wrong? ”

Unexpectedly, Song Cherry just stared at Lochu, and after a while, it was like he figured something out. His hands were on the keyboard and he knocked him out.

After laughing and raising the temperature of the air conditioner two degrees, Rochu walked lightly to the bookshelf of the office and picked up a book.

“If you're sleepy, find a room to sleep in.” Song Cherry doesn't look up either. I don't know when the keyboard will become a pen to write and paint on the document. "The service of this hotel is still good. If you need anything special, you can also meet it. Although I don't like you very much, after all, you are a Song family, and I can't do much wrong to you. ”

“I'll just read the book.” Lochu refers to this book just taken off the shelf.

Tea Book.

“Whatever.” Song Cherry lowered his head and started working again.

“Want a glass of water?” Rochu looked at the cup next to Song Cherry, which he had almost drank.

“Don't bother me.” Song Cherry head is also not lifted, "and the air conditioning is turned back to me, I'm afraid of heat. ”

Lochu nodded his head and walked to the wall controller, putting the air conditioning on the original temperature before walking back on the couch, but this time Lochu's footsteps were a little lighter.

In fact, it would be easier and more complete to read e-books.

But it doesn't feel as good as a paper book. Lo Qiu is a person who likes to read, but not long ago, he was immersed in the contents of this Tea Book.

The minute hand and second hand of the white clock on the wall are slowly turning.

2: 00 a.m. 2: 30 a.m. 3: 15 p.m.

Song Cherry looked up occasionally, took a look at Lok Qiu, who was reading a book, and then lowered his head to work.

At 4: 00 in the morning... at 4: 38 in the morning... Song Cherry stood up with the file, his hand spinning the pen, has completely sunk into the world of work.

She doesn't even feel like she's in this office, and there's actually one more person besides herself than usual.

She almost... no, she completely ignored the existence of Lochu.

In the morning, at 6: 23, Song Cherry threw down the pen on his hand, then stretched his lazy waist and slapped himself on the shoulder.

“Gone?” Song Cherry looked at Lochu's original sitting position at this time, and people were gone... and he didn't even know when.

Song Cherry called the secretary outside the office directly, “Where's the guy named Luo? Did you find a room to sleep in? ”

"No, Miss Sakura, a few gentlemen arrived early in the morning to pick Mr. Lo up. ”

“Picked it up, who?” Song Cherry frowned.

“It was Mr. Song himself who came.” The secretary hastily said: “It's been over twenty minutes. ”

“Well, I get it.” Song Cherry just slowed down - it seems that Luo Qiu didn't come home all night, even her uncle Song Hao couldn't sit still, so he came to pick up people himself.

Song Cherry shook her head and she didn't like the way Grandpa and Uncle acted about this guy as a baby.

“Did Mr. Song say anything else? ”

“Mr Xiao Song said that he was taking someone home for breakfast with the chairman. He said that the chairman was not awake yet, and it was too late or something...”

“Mind your own business...” Song Cherry muttered and shook his head: “Bring me some food, I'm a little hungry. ”

Shortly afterwards, the secretary walked in with a plate.

There's only one porcelain bowl on the plate, and what's in it surprises Song Cherry: “White porridge? ”

The secretary nodded: "Miss Sakura, you've been up all night and it's better to eat something light. ”

Song Cherry shook his head: “Take it away. I won't eat it. It's too light. I don't like things that don't taste good. Have you forgotten? ”

The secretary was a little disappointed in his face and a little anxious to bite his teeth: “Miss Sakura, you don't often, I... I've actually been through this for a long time. Besides, it's not tasteless, and I put ginkgo in. ”

Song Cherry glanced at the secretary and looked at the little secretary with a cold back, but suddenly picked up the spoon and took a bite.

Soft and glutinous, although light, the smell of ginkgo backgammon spreads in the mouth, as if it instantly washed away the fatigue on the body. Suddenly Song Cherry's appetite was wide open, and he ate it one spoon at a time.

“Not bad, I can eat this.” Song Cherry nodded.

The little secretary was overwhelmed with eyebrows and hurried: “There's more in the kitchen, Miss Sakura likes to eat, can I add you some more? ”

Song Cherry nodded.

……

The little secretary walked out of the office in a happy mood with a bowl, and suddenly she looked at her position - about an hour and a half ago.

Mr. Lo suddenly came out and asked her, “Would you like Miss Song to give you a compliment and smile? ”

“But…”

“You ladies, are the kind of people who don't refuse to be kind. ”

PS: I climbed four mountains today, walked a dozen kilometers of mountain road, and for the first time I felt that my knees were not enough... I was tired, I was just a little helpless.