The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

The scene right now is still a bit embarrassing.

The Jiang family's properties are open everywhere, and the hotel can be regarded as a relatively large share of them.

The prince lives in his own hotel and pays for a single room, but a nephew of a so-called director has been prostitution for nothing.

Jiang Beiyu was too lazy to talk nonsense, he said to Manager Tong: "Let your boss come over to deal with it, if he can't do it, let his boss come over, if he can't, then get the hell out, I hope tonight's matter can be handled to my satisfaction result."

Manager Tong: "..."

Life is really amazing, one second this is his honorable guest of God, the next second he is a beneficiary father who can really control his job.

Jiang Beiyu didn't eat much just now, now he took Su Nanzhi's collar and brought him back.

That Liu Shao, seeing him about to leave, hurried forward and said: "Jiang Shao, I'm sorry, I have eyes but don't know Taishan, and I can't recognize you. This time it was a misunderstanding. I drank too much. Your lord can't help it." Please forgive me this time, okay?"

Jiang Beiyu paused. He seemed to have thought of something. He turned to look at Manager Tong, pointing at the person surnamed Liu, "By the way, when he lived here before, did he have any money? If not, count it and let He paid the rent and left."

It has to be said that Jiang Beiyu, as the crown prince, has a good grasp of the psychology of some people who have a certain relative.

Then Young Master Liu's expression changed after he heard it.

He himself has lived in the hotel for a long time, and he still lives in suites. The top suites are not for him to sleep in, and the ordinary suites are not a small expense. small amount.

"Jiang Shao..."

He wanted to say something else, but Jiang Beiyu didn't want to hear it anymore, and lifted the collar of the little bodyguard next to him, "Let's go, go back and rest."

Su Nanzhi also sighed with emotion, "Mr. Jiang, you don't pass the half of others for this kid from a rich family?"

Jiang Beiyu rolled his eyes and looked at her: "What is called passing?"

Su Nanzhi raised her chin and looked in the direction of those beautiful sisters, "For example, they just wanted to add you to WeChat to spend money for you, not for you to spend money for them."

Jiang Beiyu: "?"

It took him a few seconds to figure out what the girl said, and then he reached out and nodded her irritating head, "If your mind is so empty, you should do a few more sets of questions and think about it all day long." what?"

Su Nanzhi: "..."

I bid farewell.

Su Nanzhi ate and drank, went back to the room, brushed her teeth, washed her face and went to bed.

On Jiangbeiyu's side, not long after, someone knocked on the door and respectfully asked the prince if he wanted to change rooms.

The person who came could be regarded as Manager Tong's boss, with a slightly larger jurisdiction.

When I came here, I also looked at the legendary prince who had fallen out of favor for a long time.

Everyone knows that the Jiang family has two sons, and the eldest son has not shown his face outside for a long time. There are many sayings, one of which is that Mr. Jiang plans to leave the position of heir to his beloved youngest son.

I don't know what Young Master Jiang will think about the tutor who is currently facing the remedial teacher in the huge villa.

Life is hard enough, and the road to becoming an unlearned second-generation ancestor is difficult and difficult.

Junior high school students clearly only want to go to Internet cafes and play game collection figures! !