Zhang Tezhu noticed Han Jingnian's strange appearance, carefully stretched his neck and glanced at the mobile phone screen in Han Jingnian's hand, and when he saw the photo of Xia Goodnight and Xia Chenan, he understood what was going on.

Mr. Han: This is because...... Mrs. said that her husband was Mr. Xia, not him, and was sullen?

Belch...... Although Madame had nothing to do and always used indecent indecency to scare him, Madame also helped him a lot.

Thinking about it, Zhang Tezhu opened his mouth and spoke for Xia Goodnight: "Madame may be afraid that the marriage information between you and her will be released and cause turmoil, so she used Mr. Xia as a shield." ”

Han Jingnian didn't speak, and his expression staring at the mobile phone screen showed no signs of improvement.

Zhang Tezhu saw that what he said didn't work at all, and he was in trouble for a while.

Just when he was thinking about what to do next, Han Jingnian suddenly spoke, and his tone was so cold that he seemed to be able to open his mouth into ice: "You go out." ”

Han Jingnian's battle, Zhang Tezhu dared to hesitate any longer, and immediately responded with a "yes" and disappeared from Han Jingnian's field of vision.

As Zhang Tezhu closed the door of the hotel suite, the huge space was suddenly quiet to the extreme.

Han Jingnian stared at the photos in his phone for a while, and then threw his phone aside in a rage, thinking that out of sight was clean, so he got up and went into the bathroom.

After taking a shower, Han Jingnian, as usual, lay flat on the bed, closed his eyes and prepared to sleep.

Somehow, he always felt like something was stuffed in his chest, and it was so blocked.

He wanted to let himself sleep, but he couldn't do anything, and even in the end, he was inexplicably irritable.

He changed his sleeping position for an unknown number of times, and finally somehow thought that last night, when he attended the dinner, Mr. Song and Mr. Lin, who were sitting next to him, received a call from his wife at ten o'clock in the evening.

Mr. Song, like him, is on a business trip, and Mrs. Song asked him if he was done? Have you ever gone back to the hotel to rest? He also repeatedly told him to drink less alcohol if he had a bad stomach.

Lin was always a local, and Mrs. Lin called him to ask when he was going home, and asked him if he had eaten well outside and if he wanted to prepare some supper.

He is the only one, his personal mobile phone has always been quiet, and the only time it rang was the weather forecast sent by 10086.

Last night, he actually didn't care much about Mr. Song and Mr. Lin receiving a call from their wife, because he had seen a lot of such scenes, but at this moment, in such a quiet night, he suddenly found that she had hardly called him, let alone called him to ask when he would go home and if he wanted to go home for dinner.

Thinking of this, Han Jingnian was even more sleepy.

The fire in his chest burned more and more vigorously.

To her, he seemed to be dispensable.

Or rather...... She never seemed to think of him as her husband?

No care, no condolences, no needs...... I won't even tell you if I have something.

I just don't know, how is she at home now? Will you be sad because of Gu Yuzhi's messy things?

Forget it, she doesn't tell him anything, what does he care about her?

Thinking about it, Han Jingnian put the quilt on his head and planned to continue to sleep.

Three minutes later, he suddenly lifted the quilt, rolled over and got out of bed, strode to the sofa, picked up his mobile phone and began to check the information of the next day's flight back to Beijing.