After listening to the little boy's words, Han Zhihui raised his head and glanced at the door.

The light in the room was too dim, and Cheng Weiwan couldn't see the expression on Han Zhihui's face clearly, but from him, he felt a trace of indifference.

He didn't get up, but walked over to her, and quickly looked back, and talked again with the person who had just spoken to him.

The little boy completed his mission, held the wine bottle, walked over to a girl about his age, and sat down.

The people in the private room played their own games, and no one paid attention to Cheng It's not too late.

Cheng Weiwan stood at the door for a while, then exited the private room and leaned against the wall next to the door.

Cheng Weiwan didn't know how long he had been waiting, the door of the box was opened, and Han Zhihui, who was covered in the smell of alcohol and smoke, finally came out of it.

Cheng Weiwan instinctively stood up straight.

Han Zhihui didn't mean to talk to her, his eyes swept her coldly, and he walked straight to the elevator.

Cheng didn't follow too late.

The two of them didn't talk much, until they arrived at the sparsely populated back garden of "Golden Splendor", Han Zhihui lit a cigarette, put it to his mouth, took a puff, took a puff, and after taking the cigarette down, he glanced at Cheng Weitai, and said in a cold tone: "Think about it?" ”

In my impression, every time he sees her, he is smiling, his voice is very gentle, she is not feeling well, he will always care about her softly.

But I don't know when he started to see her, and he became such a cold and ruthless appearance now.

The duel between two people dooms the one who has really loved to be the loser.

Even though she knew in her heart that his story with her was over, she was never his princess, and he was no longer her hero, but Cheng Weitai still felt a pinprick in her heart when she heard Han Zhihui's tone.

She pursed her lips slightly before replying to his words: "What the hell do you want to let me go?" ”

"Doesn't you think about it?" Han Zhihui's brows furrowed, "Since you haven't thought about it, then wait for you to think about it, and then come to me." ”

As he spoke, Han Zhihui snuffed out his cigarette and looked like he was about to leave.

If she could, Cheng Weiwan really didn't want to ask Han Zhihui in a low voice, but she couldn't help it, she couldn't watch Lin Muqing go to prison because of her, and she didn't want to lose Hanhan.

Cheng Weiwan saw that Han Zhihui was leaving, and subconsciously stretched out his hand and grabbed his shirt: "Forget me, let me go, let Hanhan go, I promise, I won't appear by your side in the future, I also promise, no matter what happens to Hanhan in the future, I won't let him bother you, okay?" ”

Han Zhihui seemed to not want to listen to Cheng Weiwan's nonsense, and broke free from the strength of her fingertips grasping the placket of his clothes.

Cheng Weiwan was afraid that Han Zhihui would really leave, so he quickly raised his hand again and grabbed his arm: "I know, you hate me, but can you just let me and Hanhan go this time for the sake of us being together, okay?" ”

"Ever? Together? Han Zhihui let out a mocking chuckle as if he had heard such a funny word: "Hehe......"

As laughter overflowed from his mouth, he turned his head to look at Cheng Weiwan: "Why don't I remember, we had a time?" Have we ever been together? ”

A fluttering rhetorical question made the blood on Cheng Weiwan's face fade away in an instant.