Her voice spoke again, with a little anxiety: "Han Zhihui, you go out, you go out of my room!" ”

Han Zhihui turned a deaf ear, and even pressed his head down lower and lower, as his lips got closer and closer to hers, Cheng Weiwan closed his eyes nervously, and even tears rushed out of the corners of his eyes.

Just when she thought that her first kiss would be taken away by him like this, he suddenly stopped only about a centimeter away from her lips.

Cheng Weiwan waited for a while, but the expected lightness did not come, so she slowly lifted her eyelids.

Han Zhihui's deep eyes crashed into her eyes unexpectedly.

He looked at her for about ten seconds, and he spoke up, with a hint of arrogance and seriousness in his tone: "I lied to you, I, Han Zhihui, will never force a woman." ”

After speaking, he continued to stare into her eyes for a short while, then slowly raised the hand on the left side of her head, and gently stroked her messy hair because of the panic just now: "I want you very much, but I want you more willingly." ”

Saying that, Han Zhihui lowered his head and left a shallow kiss like a dragonfly on Cheng Weiwan's eyebrows, and added "good night", and then left her neatly, took a few steps back to the bed, and then the dim light in the bedroom was only on, and said "good dream" to her softly, and really left her room without looking back.

The door was closed for a long time, and Cheng Weiwan blinked his eyelids and came back to his senses.

She stared at the ceiling for a moment, then gently raised her hand and touched her brow.

There seemed to be still his breath and temperature there, and her fingertips trembled, and she hurriedly withdrew it and hid it in the futon.

……

Walking out of Cheng Weiwan's room and closing the door, Han Zhihui's face suddenly turned cold.

He looked at the empty hallway and stood still for a while before he stepped forward and walked towards the elevator.

Arrived at the floor where he lived, took the room card from the driver waiting in the room, and after seeing him leave, he found a cigarette, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, stared at the night scene outside the window, and smoked silently.

The night outside the window was getting deeper and deeper, and the steamers on the Huangpu River were gradually decreasing, and when the neon lights were dimming one by one, Han Zhihui seemed to have made a decision, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and dialed a call out: "Lin Sheng, are you ready for the things I arranged for you before?" ”

"Mr. Han, you're all set." The male voice on the phone paused and spoke again: "Is it going according to the original plan?" ”

"No......" Han Zhihui replied simply, and after about two seconds, he spoke up again: "...... Early, just next month. ”

"So fast?" Lin Sheng was a little surprised.

Han Zhihui let out a "hmm", lowered his head, and took a puff of his cigarette.

After a moment of silence on the phone, Lin Sheng opened his mouth again, and his tone was slightly hesitant: "Mr. Han, are you really going to do this?" After all, it was Cheng Weiguo who was wrong, not his daughter Cheng Weiwan, and Cheng Weiwan should know nothing about her father's affairs, she ......"

"Don't say it, the things I decided will not change, if you want to blame her father, Cheng Weiguo is to blame!" Han Zhihui didn't wait for Lin Sheng to finish speaking, and interrupted him in a firm tone.