Cheng Weiwan didn't even speak, and his steps were faster. [No pop-ups]

"If you can't get a taxi here, if you believe me, I'll get in the car, if you don't believe me, I'll get out of the car and carry you back to the hotel." As he spoke, Han Zhihui put the bicycle in front of Cheng Weiwan and blocked her way.

Cheng Weiwan turned around, Han Zhihui stretched out his hand and grabbed her wrist, took her in front of him, bowed his head slightly, and leaned into her ear: "Or, in fact, you want me to carry you back more?" ”

"You!" Cheng Weiwan blushed.

Han Zhihui's smile was dazzling: "Three, two"

Before the "one" was pronounced, Han Zhihui had already put on a look of getting out of the car.

Cheng Weiwan, who had been pestered by Han Zhihui all night, knew that he did what he said, and was a little afraid that he would forcibly take her back to the hotel, so he hurriedly said: "Thank you." ”

Hearing this, Han Zhihui knew that Cheng Weiwan had agreed, and hooked his lips and smiled: "Although it's a little regrettable that I can't carry you back to the hotel, it's also a kind of happiness to be able to ride you back on a bicycle." ”

Cheng Weiwan ignored Han Zhihui.

Han Zhihui didn't care at all, and made a gesture of please at the back seat of his car: "My favorite girl, please get in the car." ”

Cheng Weiwan turned his head and didn't look at Han Zhihui, but got on his bicycle.

Along the way, Han Zhihui has been looking for topics to chat with Cheng Weiwan, although Cheng Weiwan rarely replies to him, he is still very excited to talk to himself.

"Why did you choose to write a book?"

"Are all the girls you who write books so temperamental?"

"How did you come up with so many stories?"

"Could you please consider putting me in your story?"

“”

Arriving at the door of the hotel, Han Zhihui stepped on the ground and forcibly stopped.

Cheng Wei, who barely spoke along the way, still whispered to Han Zhihui when he got off the bicycle: "Thank you." ”

"You're welcome." Han Zhi turned his head, and the stroke was not too late and he smiled brightly.

Cheng Weiwan opened his eyes, said "goodbye", turned around and walked towards the hotel.

She didn't take two steps, Han Zhihui caught up, she didn't stop, Han Zhihui faced her, with her speed, while walking backwards step by step, he said: "For the sake of me sending you back, can you tell me your phone number?" ”

"I'm sorry, I'm not used to strangers knowing my phone." Cheng Weiwan politely refused.

"It's okay, then let's change the way, for the sake of me sending you back, can you save my phone number in your phone?" Han Zhihui said, took out his mobile phone and dialed a call.

After about thirty seconds, Cheng Weiwan's mobile phone rang, and eleven unfamiliar numbers appeared on the screen.

"This is my phone number, my name is Han Zhihui, Han surnamed Han, and Zhihui who is lost."

Han Zhihui introduced himself while glancing at Cheng Weiwan, he came into contact with the surprise in the girl's eyes, knowing that she was wondering how he knew her phone number, and said out loud: "The girl who fell in love with yourself at first sight, how can it be called love at first sight if you don't put some thought into it?" ”

Cheng Wei, who was seen through his heart, bypassed Han Zhihui and entered the elevator.

Han Zhihui didn't stop her, and it wasn't until the elevator she took went upstairs that his expression became cold, and in the depths of his eyebrows, there was a faint trace of hatred and ruthlessness.

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After his birthday, Ji Yi's life in the crew seemed to be much more stable.