"Brother Yinan, thank you for sending me over, it's not early, you go back and drive slowly." With the housekeeper's words, Cheng Weiwan's voice faintly came from outside.

At the moment when the housekeeper finished asking, Han Zhihui wanted to throw a sentence of "lower room", but after hearing Cheng Weiwan's voice, he didn't understand the reason himself, so he suddenly changed his mind: "Master bedroom!" ”

The housekeeper probably didn't expect Han Zhihui to let Cheng Weiwan live in his own room, so he was stunned for a moment, and then said, "I know, Mr. Han", and then carried Cheng Weiwan's things upstairs.

Cheng Weiwan and Lin Yinan, who were outside the door, heard the conversation between Han Zhihui and the housekeeper, and the two people who were saying goodbye instantly fell silent.

Although Han Zhihui was not outside, he could also feel the solidification of the atmosphere between Cheng Weiwan and Lin Yinan.

I don't know how long it took, Cheng Weiwan spoke up, and his tone was obviously not as smooth and natural as just now: "Brother Yinan, you still have to go to work tomorrow, go back early." ”

Lin Yinan didn't speak, nodded lightly at Cheng Weiwan, then turned his head to look at the open door, as if he wanted to say something, moved his lips, but thought that he was not only unqualified, but he might also embarrass Cheng Weiwan if he said it, and he was embarrassed to face himself in the future.

When Lin Yinan's car drove out of the gate of the villa, Cheng Weiwan took his eyes back from the direction where the car left.

She stood in the courtyard and didn't go back to the house, until the housekeeper finished putting things away, came down from the upstairs, saw her standing alone outside the door, ran out and called her, she smiled at the housekeeper, raised her feet and entered the house.

The housekeeper helped Cheng Weiwan take the slippers.

After changing his shoes, the housekeeper asked, "Miss Cheng, are you hungry now, do you want to have some supper?" ”

Cheng Weiwan didn't speak, just shook his head gently.

Butler: "Would you like to have something to drink?" ”

"I don't need anything, thank you." Cheng Weiwan spoke up.

"Miss Cheng, you should rest early."

Cheng Weiwan nodded at the housekeeper and didn't say anything again.

"Miss Cheng, shall I take you upstairs to rest?" The butler pointed to the stairs not far behind him.

Cheng Weiwan didn't react this time.

The housekeeper just wanted to remind Cheng Weiwan again, but Cheng Weiwan turned his head and looked at Han Zhihui, who was sitting on the sofa and watching TV with a remote control.

Han Zhihui knew that Cheng Weiwan was looking at him, but he didn't give her a look.

The room was quiet for a moment, and Cheng Weiwan spoke, but the words were said to the housekeeper: "I want to say a few words to him alone." ”

The housekeeper hurriedly exited the living room.

In the luxurious room, there was no movement except for the sound of the TV.

Cheng Weiwan pursed the corners of his lips slightly, went to the place where Han Zhi was sitting, and took a few steps before he spoke: "Can I change the room......"

Han Zhihui held the fingertips of the remote control, and his strength was slightly retracted.

“…… I can go to your room if you need it, but can you arrange a separate room for me......"

He originally wanted her to stay in a different room, but now that she had made this request herself, why was he so angry?

Cheng Weiwan saw that Han Zhihui couldn't make a sound, and then opened his mouth to add: "...... The lower room can also be ......"

Downstairs room?

Han Zhihui didn't know where his anger came from, and he couldn't control it, so he suddenly raised his hand and threw the remote control in his hand out.