Chapter 492 From Now on, I Have You in My Heart (4)

After the script meeting ended, it was already six o'clock in the evening.

Cheng Weiwan was not in a hurry to leave the conference room. Instead, he faced the computer and wrote down all the ideas that came to him during the meeting.

By the time she finished her work, it was already dark outside the window. She closed the computer, took out her phone from her pocket, and saw the text message from Han Zhihui displayed on the lock screen.

"Meet you in room 1002 of the Four Seasons Hotel at nine o'clock in the evening."

After he sent this text message, he may have realized that he had missed some instructions, so he added: "The room card is at the front desk. When you arrive, sign up and pick it up, just go upstairs..."

After the ellipsis, there are a few words: "...Don't worry, Wanwan, I won't do anything to you."

In the past, Cheng Weiwan would not have gone to the date arranged by Han Zhihui in the hotel room, but it was different now. He had saved her at such a critical moment.

If he had been a little later that day, she couldn't believe what she would be like now.

Cheng Weiwan stared at the text message from Han Zhihui on the phone screen for a moment, then put away the phone, picked up the computer, and left the conference room.

In order to make it easier to come to YC, Cheng Weiwan bought a house near the company.

She walked home, put down her computer, called a car and went to the Four Seasons Hotel.

According to Han Zhihui's text message, Cheng Weiwan went to the front desk, reported his name, checked his ID card, received a room card, and went upstairs.

Opening the door, Cheng Weiwan stepped into the hotel room. Before he had time to insert the room card to get electricity, he first saw the candlelight on the table in the living room.

Cheng Weiwan was stunned for two seconds and walked directly into the living room without turning on the light.

As she got closer, she could see clearly that there was a birthday cake under the flickering candlelight.

There is a line of chocolate written on it: "Wanwan, happy birthday."

Han Zhihui invited her here to celebrate her birthday?

While Cheng Weiwan was dazed, the hotel bedroom door was opened.

Hearing the sound, Cheng Weiwan turned around and saw Han Zhihui walking out holding a gift box.

"Wanwan, I saw the message from your reader on your Weibo today, and I realized that yesterday was your birthday. I also realized that no one has celebrated your birthday since your mother passed away... "

Following Han Zhihui's words, he walked up to her: "Although it's a day late, I still wish you a happy birthday."

With that said, Han Zhihui opened the gift box and handed it to Cheng Weiwan.

Inside was a pink diamond necklace, which reflected dazzling light under the candlelight.

"Do you like it?" Han Zhihui raised his eyebrows and asked lightly.

Cheng Weiwan gave a shallow "hmm".

Han Zhihui said nothing, took out the necklace from the gift box, walked behind Cheng Weiwan, and helped her put it on gently.

When putting on the necklace, Han Zhihui pushed Cheng Weiwan's long hair aside. After putting it on, he carefully arranged her hair, then held her shoulders, turned her around and faced own.

He stared at the necklace on her chest for a while, then raised his gaze and met her eyes: "It's very beautiful."

Cheng Weiwan said nothing, but looked at Han Zhihui's eyes, which were unusually bright.

Han Zhi returned to looking at Cheng Weiwan. After looking at it for a while, he took a slight step forward, lowered his head and kissed her forehead gently.

The soft touch made Cheng Weiwan's body tremble slightly, but he did not move away.

Only then did Han Zhihui slowly place his lips on Cheng Weiwan's lips, hold them gently, and kiss them carefully.

The room was very quiet, and the faint sound of their kiss could be heard faintly.

After kissing for a long time, Han Zhihui reluctantly left Cheng Weiwan's lips. He put his head on her forehead, lowered his eyes slightly, stared at her red lips kissed by him for a while, and then whispered softly. He opened his mouth and asked, "Is that okay?"

Cheng Weiwan's fingertips twitched when he was asked, he raised his eyelids, touched Han Zhihui quickly, and then lowered his eyelids.

Han Zhihui continued to stare at Cheng Weiwan for a while, then moved his lips to hers again. Before touching her lips, he asked again: "Wanwan, is it okay? I'll give you to you tonight." Can I?"

The breath of Han Zhihui's words lightly and softly sprayed on Cheng Weiwan's lips. It was crisp and itchy, causing Cheng Weiwan to take a breath and make his drooping eyelashes tremble.

It was as if she had been tapped on her acupuncture points. Apart from tightly holding on to the skirt of her clothes, she stood there, not daring to move at all.

She didn't reply to Han Zhihui's words for a long time, but a blush slowly appeared on her cheeks.

"Wanwan..." Han Zhihui spoke again, his tone gentle and gentle, like a lover's murmur: "...if you don't speak, do you think better of it?"

After Han Zhihui finished speaking, he waited for a while and saw that Cheng Weiwan still didn't respond, so he said again: "It's okay, Wanwan, I can wait for you..."

After saying that, Han Zhihui pulled away the lips that were close to Cheng Weiwan's, stretched out his hand, touched Cheng Weiwan's long hair with some affection, then turned his head and looked at the cake beside him. One glance: "Let's cut the cake..."

As Han Zhihui's words settled, Cheng Weiwan raised his eyelids and glanced at the man in front of him.

She clearly saw a hint of disappointment in his eyebrows.

Her heart felt a little painful as if it had been pricked by something.

Han Zhihui took a step back and opened the distance between himself and Cheng Weiwan. He turned around, walked to the dining table, bent down, and just picked up the knife and fork box on the table. Before he could open it, Cheng Weiwan Wan suddenly said: "Han Zhihui."

Han Zhihui turned his head.

The flickering candlelight rendered his silhouette particularly gentle.

Cheng Weiwan stared at his face for a while, then moved his lips again: "Do you... really like me?"

Han Zhihui didn't answer in a hurry. He stared at Cheng Weiwan for a while, put the knife and fork back on the table, and then stepped back in front of Cheng Weiwan.

He stared into her eyes for a few seconds and shook his head: "No."

Cheng Weiwan was stunned.

Han Zhihui's voice soon reached her ears again: "It's not really like it, it's true love."

It's not that I really like it, it's that I really love... These words were like hammers, hitting Cheng Weiwan's heart hard one after another, causing her heart to beat wildly.

She has written many love stories, but she has never written a love story of her own.

She has only one dream, and that is to love only one person in her life.

The reason why she has remained single all these years is that she is waiting for the one person she only loves in her life.

She has been waiting for so many years, is the wait now over?

"Han Zhihui, in this life, I only want to fall in love once and fall in love with a man, so do you understand?"

"What a coincidence." Han Zhihui looked sincere and serious, as if he was making a promise, "I only want to fall in love once in my life and love one woman."

Cheng Weiwan said no more, but took a step forward, stood on tiptoes, and kissed Han Zhihui's lips.

Han Zhihui was stunned for a few seconds, then he stretched out his hand, pressed the back of Cheng Weiwan's head, and deepened the kiss domineeringly...

Because she had never had such an experience, she was nervous and frightened, and her body was shaking even more.

"Zhihui..."

Han Zhihui's movements suddenly stopped, and he cast his gaze on her face with her eyes closed tightly. There was a hint of helplessness in her delicate expression, which was particularly endearing.

He didn't know what happened to him at this moment, but a soft heart rolled in his chest. He actually wanted to let her go...

No, we can't!

He had been waiting for this moment ever since he knew she was Cheng Weiguo's daughter.

He spent so much effort to please her and please her, and even staged such a thrilling heroic rescue scene.

He can't just give up!

What's more, he promised to Li Li's body that he would definitely get her back the injustice she suffered!

Lili... As these two words flashed through Han Zhihui's mind, an eighteen-year-old girl suddenly passed before his eyes, lying in a pool of blood, and he couldn't wake up no matter how hard he shouted...

Seeing her pitiful appearance, Han Zhihui pursed his lips slightly, looked away, and overwhelmed her mercilessly...

-

When he woke up the next day, He Jichen took Ji Yi to have breakfast and then sent her home.

At ten o'clock in the morning, there was a morning meeting. He Jichen didn't stay too long at Ji's house, so he politely said goodbye to Ji's father and mother, and returned to the company.

Although last time He Jichen was hospitalized, Ji Yi took care of him for ten days, which did not bring any improvement to the relationship between the two. However, this time, Ji Yi was injured during the recording of the show, and He Jichen patiently stayed with her all afternoon and night. , but the relationship between them quietly changed a lot.

In fact, at first, after Ji Yi and He Jichen separated, they still had no contact.

Ji Yi couldn't go out because of a foot injury, so he could only follow Tang Huahua and play games all day long, just like he did during the summer vacation.

She contacted He Jichen again because when she and Tang Huahua were playing games until eleven o'clock at night, she complained to Tang Huahua, "I'm hungry." Tang Huahua immediately sent a big message on WeChat. He gave her a picture of crayfish and captioned it: "My mother just cooked me a midnight snack."

Ji Yi looked back at Tang Huahua with a "contemptuous" expression, and then touched her empty belly. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that Tang Huahua was hateful, so she took a screenshot of the chat history between the two and put it in Moments. : "What about the true love you promised? It's all a lie..."