Cheng Weiwan didn't dare to tell the taxi master directly that the place he was going to was called "Jiayuan", but asked him to park his car in front of a bank about 500 meters away from "Jiayuan".

After the taxi drove away, Cheng Weiwan took a step and hurriedly walked towards "Jiayuan".

Probably because of her psychological trouble, she felt that the staff in the lobby looked at her very strangely.

She didn't even dare to speak out loud, nor did she dare to look into other people's eyes, but just whispered her name and Han Zhihui's name.

Soon a male waiter came over, took Cheng Weiwan all the way upstairs, and sent her to the door of a room on the top floor.

After the male waiter knocked on the door for Cheng Weiwan, he left.

Not long after, Cheng Weiwan heard the sound of the door opening from inside through the door panel.

Her hands subconsciously clenched into fists, and even her breath was held.

She didn't dare to look at the door that was opening, her head hung tensely, staring at her toes.

She maintained such a stiff posture, stayed for an unknown amount of time, and didn't hear any movement, then quietly lifted her eyelids, glanced forward, and found that the door was wide open, and Han Zhihui, who opened the door, was no longer at the door.

She bit the corner of her lip, lowered her head, and walked into the suite.

She stretched out her hand, closed the door, and adjusted her mood for a while at the empty entrance, before she walked slowly into the living room.

Han Zhihui stood leisurely in front of the bar, holding a goblet, and was sipping red wine in a leisurely manner.

He noticed her entering the room, glanced at her, and without lingering for a moment, he raised his chin in the direction of the bathroom.

She knew what he meant, to let her go to the bath.

Cheng Weiwan pursed the corners of his lips vigorously, and continued to stand in place for a short time before turning around and entering the bathroom.

locked the door, Cheng Weiwan leaned against the door panel, stared at himself in the mirror in front of him for a long time, and then stretched out his hand, took off his clothes, walked under the rain, and turned on the faucet.

She was still a little scared, and took a long, long bath, until she felt that she had been long enough, then she turned off the faucet and picked up a bath towel to wipe the water droplets on her body.

There was a bathrobe next to her, but she didn't wear it, but picked up her own clothes and put them back on her body one by one.

Coming out of the bathroom, Cheng Weiwan just glanced at Han Zhihui, and after knowing that he was still drinking in front of the bar, he hurriedly lowered his head.

"Go to bed and wait!" This time, he opened his mouth quickly, and his words were a little cold, with a hint of disdain.

Cheng Weiwan grabbed the placket of his clothes, didn't say a word, and then walked towards the bedroom door.

Her silence and obedience made Han Zhihui's residual anger increase instead of subsidence, he stared at her back as she walked towards the bedroom, and before she opened the door, he deliberately made it difficult to speak again: "Take off all the clothes on your body and lie on the bed, I don't want to solve a physiological problem, and it's so troublesome!" ”

He could clearly see that her back trembled slightly.

He thought she would stop, but she didn't, as if he hadn't said anything, gently pushed the door open, and stepped in.

Han Zhihui was even more angry, shook his hand, and threw out the wine glass hooked by his fingertips.

With a "bang", he picked up the red wine bottle on the table, raised it to his mouth, drank it with a bang, and then put the bottle on the bar, straightened up, and walked towards the bedroom.