After about five seconds, she slowly turned her head, followed the bottle of water, looked up all the way, and when she touched Han Zhihui's handsome face, Cheng Weiwan was slightly stunned, moved the corners of her lips, and wanted to say "Why are you here", but her stomach suddenly rolled, causing her to hurriedly lower her head again and vomit.

Han Zhihui quickly put the water bottle on the sink, stretched out his hand and gently patted Cheng Weiwan's back.

After she stopped vomiting, he picked up the water bottle again and handed it to her mouth: "Rinse your mouth first, then drink water, it will be more comfortable." ”

Cheng Weiwan didn't speak, and did as Han Zhihui said.

The slightly cool water, swallowed down her throat and into her abdomen, as he said, really made her feel a lot more comfortable.

She removed her lips from the mouth of the bottle, turned on the faucet, washed her face, then took a paper towel, wiped the water droplets on her face and hands, and then stood up, faced Han Zhihui, and whispered, "Thank you." ”

How can this person, who always talk about love when he doesn't agree with him, more sensational than her, a person who writes romances......

Cheng Weiwan stiffened his face, pretending not to hear Han Zhihui's words, and said loudly: "I'm a little uncomfortable, I'll go upstairs to rest first." ”

After speaking, she didn't wait for him to respond, so she added another "goodbye", and then turned around and walked towards the bathroom door.

At tonight's banquet, she needs to wear a dress and pair high heels, she is used to being casual on weekdays, most of the logarithms are flat shoes, she is not used to wearing high heels, and now she has drunk again, although she is not a drunken mess, but she is also a little dizzy, she has not taken two steps, the soles of her feet floated, and the whole person almost fell to the ground, but fortunately, Han Zhihui, who was standing behind her, reacted quickly and held her arm in time.

"Which room are you in, I'll send you."

Cheng Weiwan hesitated for a while and reported the name of the room.

When she almost fell just now, Cheng Weiwan accidentally sprained her ankle, although Han Zhihui helped her to walk, but every time she took a step, her foot was filled with a piercing pain.

Her father Cheng Weiguo was busy with work, her mother died early, she has often been alone at home since she was thirteen years old, probably because she has been self-reliant for many years, she has never taken the initiative to find someone to help, so even if her leg hurts and her legs are weak, she didn't tell Han Zhihui.

Entered the elevator and arrived at the floor where Cheng Weiwan lived, when he came out of the elevator, Cheng Weiwan couldn't hold back the pain in his ankles, and his legs softened, Han Zhihui felt the weight and lowered his head slightly, only to see that her originally white and slender ankles were already red and swollen.

"I sprained my foot, why didn't I say anything?" Han Zhihui's tone was a little reproachful and displeased.

Cheng Weiwan lowered his eyelids and didn't make a sound.

Han Zhihui stared at her for a moment, then suddenly bent over and hugged her horizontally.

Cheng Weitai, who had never been in such close contact with a man, looked panicked, and instinctively wanted to struggle down from Han Zhihui's arms.

"Don't move!" Han Zhihui clenched the strength between his fingers, and at the same time secretly threatened: "If you move again, believe it or not, I will kiss you in the corridor!" ”

"You-" Cheng Weiwan only said one word, and when he saw Han Zhihui's face coming over, he was so frightened that he hurriedly turned his head and quieted down.

In the end, he was still a little unaccustomed to being held by a man like this, and Cheng Weiwan's body was a little stiff and terrifying.

opened the door and waited until Han Zhihui put himself on the sofa, and Cheng Weiwan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.