The cleaners are amazing!

7. In terms of sitting, it is better to...

An Marie had seen the driving skills of that arrogant cleaner before, and to describe it as superb was an understatement.

Up to now, she still can't forget the stunt performance he once showed - at super high speed, that one-stop movement was like magic, and he suddenly stopped in the narrow parking space.It not only made her dumbfounded, but also rewrote the stereotype in her mind that the driving skills of oriental people are not very good.

To track such a speeding master, she knew that the probability of being thrown off halfway should be quite high, and she had to use all her strength to do it.

In fact, tracking is a great science.

When tracking on foot, you must always pay attention to the footsteps of the person being followed in front of you, and find a place where you can hide yourself at any time. Just messed up.

Switching to driving tracking requires advanced driving skills honed over time and the flexible ability to multitask.Otherwise, it would be trivial to accidentally lose the car in front of you. In the worst case, the car may be damaged and the innocent people may be injured.

Don't watch many movies and TV dramas show it so easily, as if there is an invisible rope tied between the two cars, no matter how the driver in front of him accelerates, turns or changes lanes, it's all in the hands of the stalker.

But that was following the script after all.If the director wants you to keep up, you can keep up. If the director wants you to overturn, you will definitely overturn.Even if the actor in the movie overturns the car, he can still get out of the car unscathed. Real life is not such a cheap and good thing.

Therefore, Ann Marie's eyes are like magnets. When she is attracted by the rear of the ostentatious royal blue sports car and its dazzling oblate taillights, she must always remind herself that safety comes first—otherwise her body will The Italian blood, can't help it, and selflessly come to a random road race with the opponent.

Yes, just laugh at her lack of self-control.

Who told her that her favorite movie is Lu Besson's TAXI series.

I never thought that in the real 3D world, I could meet a guy who drives as crazy as Daniel (the male protagonist in the taxi). I want to test myself and his skills. It should be love. Excuse me?

If she wasn't "on a heavy responsibilities", Ann Marie really wanted to step on the gas pedal heavily and vent her heart - oh, bad, bad, almost distracted.

The blue sports car galloping smoothly through the traffic array suddenly turned on the turn signal and turned into the driveway of the century-old five-star hotel.

Very good!The radar in Ann Marie's body rang again.

Maybe I was really a blind cat. I ran into a dead mouse. I caught the coachman (the cleaner) and the male escort (the oriental man who came out with the cleaner) and went to this hotel for an appointment. "Crime scene" , she can expose the disguise veil of that mysterious guest house = high-level call station in one go!

The cleaner got out of the car first, threw the car keys to the parking boy at the door, and then opened the car door for him like another oriental flower protector, guarding behind him, and the two disappeared immediately behind the glass window of the hotel Inside the revolving door.

At the risk of being towed, Ann Marie immediately parked the car in the alley across the street, grabbed her interview equipment - including a recording pen, small photographic equipment, and did not forget to bring the press card Stuffing it into his pocket, he quickly got out of the car and walked into the same restaurant.

She measured the time it took from parking to entering the restaurant, and there was a time gap of about 10 minutes between the two of them.Even if they spent a few minutes waiting for the elevator, when they entered the hotel, it was unlikely that the two of them would still be in the lobby.

So she already had a plan in mind, and planned to make up an excuse for the missing child, to deceive the hotel staff, and ask them to let her check the monitor, first to check which floor the two took the elevator to.

but--

Pushing the golden doorknob of the glass revolving door, within two seconds of entering the hall, Ann Marie realized that her "assumption" was wrong - the two people had not gone upstairs for the appointment as she thought.

They were sitting in the warmly furnished sofa chairs in the lobby, each occupying a single chair, one was flipping through the newspaper, the other was crossing his arms, staring at the plump beauty who walked by his side.

Thanks to the man's lascivious nature, he didn't seem to see him, so Ann Marie saved his life, so she quickly dodged and hid behind the square beam at the entrance, hiding herself.

Caressing her throbbing chest, she couldn't help muttering in her heart:

What are they doing sitting here?Could it be that the customers haven't arrived yet, so they can only spend time in the lobby?

Usually the customers of the high-end call station are some political and business celebrities who are most taboo to be exposed.It is also possible that in order to prevent assassination or ambushes, those customers did not inform them of their room numbers in advance, and they had to wait for the customer's call notification after they arrived at the hotel.

Calmly deduced a reasonable possibility, and after her heartbeat calmed down a little, An Marie poked her head out to peek at them.Before, she couldn't see the man's face clearly from a long distance, but now she can take a closer look.

As far as Asians are concerned, the man has a handsome profile, thick black hair, and a fair and youthful appearance. He should not be more than 25 years old.

But the mysterious and stable temperament he exudes is not like that of a young man in his early twenties—but the age of Asians has always been a mystery in her eyes.Except for the old man with gray hair and obvious wrinkles on his face, or the child with the body of a toddler, she can judge without a doubt, their similar and small facial features, and the delicate skin that seems to have few marks of time are really hard to find. Identify age.

only……

Is he really a male escort?

When viewed from a distance, everything is like a blurred lens that is out of focus, and it is difficult to distinguish anything.After a closer look, Ann Marie began to doubt her "what if".

The first is the men's clothes, which are ridiculously simple, black clothes, blue jeans and a light blue shirt.The most expensive item in the whole body should be the pair of cowhide short boots.Even the current college students know how to dress up better than him - no matter how you look at it, it shouldn't be the attire of a male escort.

What's more, the man's words and deeds, there is no frivolity, no flirtatiousness, and no self-pity in the hand mirror.It's not like the ones that Ann Marie interviewed... It is said that the male models who are taken care of by rich businessmen and celebrities rely on their confidence in their handsome faces, and from time to time they make some charming eyes and like to use themselves to test whether the other party is affected. provocative behavior.

Of course, An Mali dare not say how much she knows about male escorts. Maybe among the high-end male escorts, there might be a special market for the cool and cold personality like men?

"Puuuuuuuuuu..."

The man's cell phone rang suddenly, interrupting Ann Marie's self-doubt.She held her breath and pricked up her ears, trying to eavesdrop on what the man was saying on the phone, but unfortunately she could only listen to the thunder because the man spoke a foreign language that was very unfamiliar to her.

The phone call was not long. As soon as the man finished talking on the phone, he turned his head towards the cleaner and made a "let's go" motion, and the two left the sofa area immediately.

great.Ann Marie once again ignited her ambition to hunt scoop news, her eyes followed them to the elevator—quick, tell me quickly, you are going to that floor!

But—yes, it's "but" again, there must be two "buts".

An Marie stared wide-eyed, watching them pass the "elevator" but not enter, and when they headed for the entrance of the French restaurant next to the elevator, her mouth was already too disappointed to close.

No, no, you can't just throw in the towel.

Just because they didn't enter the hotel room doesn't mean that "Wasu F" is innocent.They are indeed people who consume room F. As long as they continue to follow up, it is possible to grasp the key evidence.No matter how much time and patience it takes, she must figure out the inside story of this mysterious reception.

Besides... when Ann Marie is frustrated, just think of Pio Pio's sympathetic eyes, and said in an extremely tolerant tone: "Oh, miss, you...", her low combat power will instantly rise back to the original point .

She raised the corners of her lips, and said that she still had a magic weapon that she hadn't brought out to use.

As the daughter of a celebrity, there are no other benefits, that is, her father's "connections" = her own "connections".

The French restaurant they just walked into happened to be the "old place" where the Langdy family often visited. There was no one she was not familiar with, from the sommelier to the chef and the foreman.Their family has a reserved seat in this restaurant. Others need to make an appointment for ten days and a half months to get a seat, but she can go in at any time to eat.

Like now, she could just walk in and ask the head waiter to give her a seat right away, but she wasn't going to do that... She had a better idea.

With a ghostly smile on her lips, An Marie turned around and left the hotel lobby.