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Chapter 777 The Ending (35)

Early the next morning.

A famous guild hall in the most famous city A.

"Come here! Come here!! What's going on?" Mo Tingwei was locked in a luxurious guest room.He was the only one in the whole room, and he was stripped naked, tied up on the floor, and tied to the bed so he couldn't move.Originally, he came here to spend money, but he didn't expect to sleep with a chick and wake up like this.

"Bastard, who dares to touch your grandpa? Get out!!" The soundproofing equipment is very good, even if he shouted out his throat, no one would hear him. He looked sideways at the service button next to the bedside table, and the do not disturb button was on. , "Damn, who is such a prank!" Be sure to complain!

He yelled all morning, but no one paid any attention.

At noon, the door opened and a male waiter came in.

He pushed a dining car.

There should be something to eat in the dining car, because the aroma has already wafted out.

When Mo Tingwei saw someone, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. .

If there is someone, it means he is saved, but——he will explode with anger in a short time.

The waiter pushed the dining car aside, and started to tidy up the messy room, but unexpectedly ignored him on the bed.

"Hey! Have you crossed (blind) the devil?" No matter how Mo Tingwei shouted, no one paid attention to him.

The waiter finally folded his arms across his chest, frowning at the man on the bed.From head to toe, then from foot to head, and finally stopped at the deadly part of the man.Seeing that Mo Tingwei's face was blushing, to be honest, it was really the first time for him to be looked at by a man at such a large size, as if looking at goods.

The waiter said, "Don't shout, just stay here for two days. Don't try to escape, because there is no clothes in the room." Not only are there no clothes, but there is no bed sheet.If Mo Tingwei wanted to escape, it would be a little difficult.

half an hour.

The room was quiet for a while.

The waiter calmly ignored Mo Tingwei's cannibalistic gaze, and asked formulaically, "Are you hungry? The food is in the dining car. You can eat it yourself if you can."

"I'll tell you shit... The ghost dances from the pound!" Mo Tingwei twisted his body, he was angry, but he couldn't curse loudly, because his voice was hoarse and his throat was dry when he yelled a few hours ago. What bird language did you say?
The waiter seemed to be looking at a monster, probably incomprehensible.

(End of this chapter)