It was finally dawn in Osaka. After a night of rest, Zhang Hao got up from the sofa in high spirits and walked to the window to slowly pull open the curtains.
Oh my god, what time is it? The glaring sunlight shone through the window on Zhang Hao's face. It was almost nine o'clock. It seemed that he had slept long enough. However, Zhang Hao was also anxious. He had booked a flight back to Shanghai at ten o'clock. It was almost nine o'clock now, and he and President Zeng were still in the hotel. Was there still time? Did she oversleep too? No, I have to wake her up.
Zhang Hao slowly walked to the door of the bedroom and was about to knock on the door when he suddenly put down his hand. Seeing that his pajamas didn't fit him well, Zhang Hao slowly retreated.
Where are my clothes? Did he really send it to the washroom? Oh my god, how embarrassing would it be if I really sent it to the washroom? Anyone could tell that it was a fake! Zhang Hao searched the entire living room but couldn't find his suit.
" Ding dong..." Just as Zhang Hao was panicking, the doorbell of the living room rang.
Oh no, it couldn't be Zhang Jian and Xu Zhiguo, right? If someone saw him dressed like this and sharing a room with that woman…then he would never be able to clear his name. 'After all, the Yellow River is too turbid. Perhaps the Yangtze River is a little better,' Zhang Hao thought.
Zhang Hao tidied up his clothes and slowly walked to the door.
The door opened, and a waiter stood outside with two big bags in his hands. He mumbled something, but Zhang Hao didn't understand a word of Japanese.
Looking at Zhang Hao's awkward expression, the waiter seemed to understand something and could only hand over two big bags.
"Oh, thank you!" Zhang Hao took the bag and looked inside. It seemed to be President Zeng's clothes. They should be the clothes that were sent to be cleaned last night. She wanted to close the door, but the waiter was still standing at the door and didn't seem to have any intention of leaving.
Heavens! Could it be that he wanted a tip? This was bad. He had no money on him. This made Zhang Hao extremely anxious. Bean-sized beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
"Why don't you come in first?”Zhang Hao said awkwardly. It wasn't right to keep letting him stand at the door. Unfortunately, the other party did not understand what Zhang Hao was saying and could only shake his head awkwardly.
“Come... Comein!”Zhang Hao suddenly blurted out. He didn't even know where he learned it from.
The waiter hesitated for a moment before walking in with a smile. However, in Zhang Hao's opinion, this Japanese waiter was really thick-skinned. Wasn't he just asking for a few tips? Did he have to be like this? Oh my god, is she thinking that I'm pretending not to understand Japanese to avoid a few tips?
"President Zeng, President Zeng!" Zhang Hao hurriedly rushed to the bedroom door and gently knocked on it. Zeng Han didn't respond, but the door slowly opened. This little girl actually didn't close the door last night and went to sleep. If she really met a pervert, she would be in trouble!
"President Zeng." Zhang Hao walked in quietly, but when he saw Zeng Han sleeping soundly on the bed, he immediately stopped and turned around. This little girl's sleeping posture was really exaggerated. Her legs were fiercely split apart, one hand was on her head, and the other hand was pulling a corner of the blanket that had fallen to the ground. There was a smile on his face, and there seemed to be some saliva at the corner of his mouth. Heavens, this sleeping posture, this bastard!
Zhang Hao really wanted to leave immediately, but after thinking about the waiter in the living room, he had no choice but to call out again,"CEO…CEO Zeng, wake up!" Get up, the Japanese are here for tips!
"Aiya, it's so noisy. Let me sleep for a while more.”Zeng Han turned over, her hand still tightly clutching a corner of the blanket.
"But, President Zeng, he's here to ask for tips!”Zhang Hao said with his back facing Zeng Han.
"What is it? You want tips?" Aiya, that's not right. Why is it a man's voice? Zeng Han opened her eyes and almost screamed when she saw a figure standing in front of her bed. Panicked, she quickly pulled up the blanket on the ground and covered her chest.
"You…why are you here? When did you come in? What are you doing?”Zeng Han shouted. She was wondering when this guy came in. Could it be that he wanted to…
"It's not what I want to do, it's that person outside.”Zhang Hao shook his head helplessly. You didn't even close the door when you were sleeping, and you still asked me what I wanted to do. If I really wanted to do something, wouldn't you have been in trouble long ago?
"Outside? Who's outside?" Zeng Han looked at the door.
" A waiter sent the washed clothes over, but he refused to leave. He asked for a tip, and I..." Zhang Hao said awkwardly.
"No way!" This was a five-star hotel. How could such a thing happen?
"You…you go out first, I'll come out immediately!”
Zhang Hao slowly left the room and smiled awkwardly at the waiter. Don't tell me she thinks I'm a gigolo who lives off a woman? He had lost a lot of face today, especially in front of the Japanese.
Zeng Han walked out of the bedroom. The waiter beside Zhang Hao hurriedly went up to her."Hello, Miss. The clothes that I washed and bought for you have arrived.）”
Zeng Han picked up the two bags beside her and looked at them. Then, she nodded in satisfaction. So that was the case. No wonder he refused to leave.
"Thank you." Zeng Han took out a card from her wallet and handed it over.
Why did he have to swipe his card to tip? This is the first time I've seen such an advanced country. Zhang Hao couldn't help but think when he saw the waiter take the card and gently swipe it on the card machine.
After swiping the card, the waiter handed the receipt to Zeng Han, which surprised Zhang Hao even more.
"How…how much did you give?" Zhang Hao couldn't help but ask as he watched the waiter leave the room after speaking. It shouldn't be too little, or else there wouldn't be a need to swipe the card!
"A little over 80,000!" Zeng Han said with a smile after looking at the receipt.
"Eighty thousand? A little more?" Zhang Hao could hardly believe his ears. If washing clothes costs so much money, I might as well stay in Japan and wash clothes for others.
"How much do you think it's worth? Put it on!" Zeng Han threw the bag to Zhang Hao. Then, she picked up her clothes and walked into the bedroom.
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