After hesitating for a long time at the door of the room, he could only bite the bullet and press the doorbell of the room.

The doorbell rang three times, but there was no movement inside.

Smith kept staring at the little light in the cat's eyes.

If you look at the inside of the cat's eye from the outside, you can't see anything clearly, but you can see the light inside.

Smith also wanted to use this change in light to determine whether there was anyone walking inside.

It's just that the doorbell has been pressed several times, but the light in the cat's eyes has not changed.

Smith was a little surprised, thinking: "Could it be that Wei Liang is still sleeping? I have rang the doorbell so many times, even a pig should wake up."

Thinking of this, Smith could only continue to ring the doorbell, knock on the door vigorously at the same time, and shouted: "Mr. Wei, it's me, I'm Smith, are you up yet?"

There was still no response from the room.

Smith held his chin: "It's strange... there's no reason to pretend not to hear in the room, right? Isn't that too childish?"

Smith had no choice but to continue knocking hard on the door.

At this time, the door of the next room was pushed open, and a brawny man with a bare upper body cursed angrily: "Are you fucking looking for death? Why are you knocking so early in the morning! Believe it or not, I'll smash your skull!"

Facing this bearded macho with typical cowboy style, Smith could only apologize again and again: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll keep my voice down, I'll be down..."

The strong man pointed at him and gritted his teeth: "Slow down? From now on, if you dare to make any noise again, I will beat your shit out!"

Smith quickly shut his mouth, and kept reaching out his hands to salute, with a very submissive expression.

The other party let him go, turned and went back to the room.

Smith had no choice but to simply sit down cross-legged at the door of Wei Liang, muttering in his heart: "You can't knock on the door and call for the door. Is it always okay for me to sit here and wait for Wei Liang? I don't believe that Wei Liang can hide from me, Not coming out for breakfast? This is the fucking 22nd floor, and he certainly can't escape by climbing the window..."

After making up his mind, Smith sat and waited at the door of Wei Liang's room, not daring to relax even if his stomach was growling.

At the same time, while he was sitting, he kept calling Wei Liang on his mobile phone. It was a pity that no matter how he called, the other party was turned off.

During this period, he also asked the hotel attendant to call Wei Liang's room, but the reply he got was still no one answered.

Smith waited until noon, when Wei Liang's plane finally landed at Jinling Airport in the dark.

There is a 12-hour time difference between the two places, so it is already twelve o'clock in the morning in Jinling.

After Wei Liang landed, he immediately turned on his cell phone. He wanted to report a letter to Ye Chen, but he thought it was too late, so he didn't bother.

Just before the plane stopped, his cell phone rang suddenly. The call was from Smith.

At this time, Smith had been sitting at the door of Wei Liang's room for four hours, wishing to make hundreds of phone calls, but he didn't know that Wei Liang had already returned to Huaxia thousands of miles away.

Wei Liang answered the phone and asked in a cold tone, "Mr. Smith, why are you calling me again?"

Smith stood up suddenly, and said excitedly: "Mr. Wei, Mr. Wei, I'm sorry! I apologize for all my previous actions and remarks. I am at the door of your room now. Please open the door and let me tell you in person. Say sorry!"

At this time, Smith was ready. Once Wei Liang opened the door, he would kneel down for him without saying a word.

Wei Liang asked in surprise at this time: "The door of what room?"

Smith blurted out: "It's the door of your room, Hilton Hotel 2208, I'm right at the door, I've been waiting for you at the door all morning, Mr. Wei, please open the door, let me apologize to you in person !" JrNovels.com