Saint Eyes: The Magic Doctor

Looking at those guys who had lost their soul, Wu Lai didn't have any intention of paying any attention to them. He just stood there and prepared to leave.    

    

As soon as he returned to the hotel, countless people started to celebrate for Wu Lai. There were also countless reporters who had been waiting for a long time. They all rushed forward and wanted to interview Wu Lai.    

    

"Mr. Wu Lai, what do you have to say about getting the title of Master Chef this time?"    

    

"Mr. Wu Lai, the title of Master Chef has been repeated several times in China..."    

    

"Where is he?"    

    

Just as countless people were about to ask Wu Lai, Wu Lai's figure suddenly disappeared from their sight. He was obviously surrounded by them a few seconds ago.    

    

"Over there! He went upstairs!"    

    

Someone shouted and saw Wu Lai's back as he entered the elevator.    

    

"Mr. Wu, don't go!"    

    

A group of reporters chased after him, but the elevator door was closed.    

    

When the group of reporters disappeared from his sight, Wu Lai finally let out a sigh of relief. He thought that there would only be such a terrifying scene in the country, but he didn't expect there to be so many interviews overseas...    

    

"Mr. Wu Lai..." When he walked out of the elevator and was about to enter the door, a waiter happened to pass by. "Congratulations on obtaining Master Chef's title."    

    

"It's fine... Ah, by the way, can you help me put a sign outside the door that prevents disturbances later. Otherwise, a bunch of reporters will be coming over. " As Wu Lai spoke, he took out a bill and passed it to the waiter. "I got rid of it."    

    

The waiter blinked. If it were anyone else, they would definitely want someone to interview them, but Wu Lai seemed to be afraid of it.    

    

Receiving an affirmative answer, Wu Lai closed the door and laid down on the bed.    

    

What he needed now was sufficient rest. He had been too tired just now and had not recovered yet.    

    

Lying on the bed like this, he fell asleep in a daze.    

    

After sleeping for an unknown period of time, the phone on the bed rang.    

    

He picked up the phone unhappily. "Who is it?"    

    

"Mr. Wu, do you need room service?" There was a sweet female voice on the other end of the phone. Most importantly, the voice was not English, but Mandarin!    

    

Wu Lai instantly woke up and quickly looked around. He was still in France and had not left the hotel. What kind of room service was this? Could it be that there were things in this kind of high-class hotel that were only available in small domestic hotels?    

    

"No need, I just want to eat something now..." Wu Lai shook his head to wake himself up a little and declined politely.    

    

"Really? Do you need me to bring you something?"    

    

The girl seemed to be laughing at him and continued to ask.    

    

What's wrong with this woman? Don't tell me she doesn't understand my rejection? Must I say it clearly?    

    

Just as he was about to refuse once again, his mind, which had just regained most of his consciousness, suddenly realized that this girl seemed to have heard of it somewhere before!    

    

In the next second, he had a faint smile on his face as he said, "Okay, do you have dumplings? It's best if you have dumplings."    

    

"I'm afraid I don't have dumplings, but I can give you some plain water and compressed biscuits." The girl on the other side chuckled lightly.    

    

"Then come on, hurry up, I'm hungry." Wu Lai said and smiled as well. He didn't expect her to come as well.    

    

This voice was actually Sheng Ziling's! Sheng Ziling, whom he had not seen for a few days, actually came all the way here at this time!    

    

Most importantly, he had not felt it yet.