Chapter 378 Why Do Marshmallows Taste Like Alcohol (10)

When she spoke again, her voice sounded a little anxious: "Han Zhihui, get out, get out of my room!"

Han Zhihui turned a deaf ear and even pushed his head lower and lower. As his lips got closer and closer to hers, Cheng Weiwan closed his eyes nervously, and even tears burst from the corners of his eyes. come out.

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

Cheng Weiwan waited for a long time, but the expected frivolity did not come, so she slowly opened her eyelids.

Han Zhihui's deep eyes crashed into hers unexpectedly.

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

After saying that, 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 hair that was messy due to the panic just now: "I am I want you very much, but I want a willing you even more."

As he said that, Han Zhihui lowered his head and left a light kiss on Cheng Weiwan's eyebrows, then added "Good night", and then left her neatly, took a few steps back to the bed, and then just walked into the bedroom. With the dim light on, he softly said "Sweet dreams" to her again, and really left her room without looking back.

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

She stared at the ceiling quietly for a while, then gently raised her hand and touched her eyebrows.

His breath and warmth seemed to still linger there. Her fingertips suddenly trembled, and she hurriedly took them back and hid them under the quilt.

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

He looked at the empty corridor and stood quietly for a while before taking a step towards the elevator.

Arriving at the floor where he lived, he took the room card from the driver who was waiting in the room. After watching him leave, he found a cigarette, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, stared at the night view outside the window, and started smoking silently.

The night outside the window was getting darker and darker, and there were gradually fewer and fewer ships on the Huangpu River. When the neon lights dimmed one by one, Han Zhihui seemed to have made some decision. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed. He made a phone call and went out: "Lin Sheng, are you ready for the things I arranged for you before?"

"Mr. Han, everything is ready." The male voice on the phone paused and then spoke again: "Do you want to proceed as planned?"

"No..." Han Zhihui answered simply. After about two seconds, he said again: "...in advance, just next month."

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

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

The phone was quiet for a while, and then Lin Sheng spoke again, with a slight hesitation: "Mr. Han, are you really prepared to do this? After all, it was Cheng Weiguo who was at fault, not his daughter Cheng Weiwan, and Cheng Weiwan was right She probably knows nothing about her father, she..."

"Stop talking, what I have decided will not change. If she is to blame, her father's name is Cheng Weiguo!" Han Zhihui interrupted Lin Sheng firmly before he could finish his words.