A Billion Stars Can’t Amount to You

Having finished speaking, Han Zhihui didn't even blow his hair and went straight into the dressing room.

When he came out again, Han Zhi returned to his suit, elegant, and he glanced at the bow tie while glancing at it, and it was not too late that Cheng was still pestering on the balcony. Fen Yin Yu: "You can rest assured that when the debt between you and me is cleared, I will not let you stay if you want to stay!"

With the spit out of the mouth, Han Zhihui pulled the tie hard, then took the wallet and mobile phone, and left without looking back.

...

From this day on, Han Zhihui started to go home every night again.

Unlike the previous days when he returned home every day, he and Cheng Weiwei returned to the same state as before. Not only did they have no language exchange, but they didn't even meet each other's eyes, as if they were at There is no such thing in each other's eyes. In the middle of the night, Han Zhihui and Cheng Weiwei will do those intimate things. Although he and her skin kissed each other, they were quiet and did not make any noise. She always closed her eyes. He didn't go to see him for a glance, and he and her immediately separated after the end. Both of them rubbed on the bed to sleep, and there was an empty space in the bed.

The servants at home noticed that there was something wrong between them, but no one dared to ask.

Cheng Weiwan has been in contact with Cheng Weiguo for the past few days. Like her birthday, he never returned to her, whether it was a phone call or a text message sent to Cheng Weiguo.

Until the arrival of the new week on Tuesday, Cheng Weiwei knew his dynamics on Weibo sent by Cheng Weiguo.

He arrived in Beijing at ten o'clock in the morning and stayed at the Four Seasons Hotel.

After having lunch, Cheng Weiwan coaxed Cheng Han back to the bedroom, changed a beautiful dress, and went downstairs.

The butler sat in the living room watching TV and saw that Cheng Weiwei, who had never been out of the house, was dressed up neatly and was a little surprised: "Miss Cheng, are you going out?"

"Well." Cheng Weiwan nodded his head and took out the only pair of high-heeled shoes that he brought to Han Zhi's home from the shoe cabinet.

Butler: "Shall I ask the driver to send you?"

Cheng Weiwan shook his head: "No, thank you."

The butler did not force Cheng to be late, "Then you slow down on the road, if you have anything, please call home at any time."

Cheng Weiwan didn't speak, and gave the butler a smile, pushed the door open, and went out.

When he walked to the door of the villa community, Cheng took out his mobile phone and called a car.

The car was nearby, and it was not too late to receive the trip.

The road conditions in the afternoon were still smooth, and arrived at the Four Seasons Hotel in about 20 minutes.

Cheng Weiwei got out of the car while checking out with his mobile phone.

Cheng Weiwan didn't know which room Cheng Weiguo lived in at Four Seasons Hotel. After entering the lobby, she went directly to the front desk and asked, "Ms. Which room does Mr. Cheng Weiguo live in?"

It was a very young girl who received Cheng Chengwei late. After listening to her question, she shook her head apologetically: "I'm sorry, miss, we can't disclose customer information."

"I'm not a reporter or a fan of him, I'm his daughter..." Cheng Weiwan was afraid that the lady at the front desk would not believe it and pulled out the ID card and hukou book from the bag.

After receiving it, the lady at the front desk looked at it for a while, but still hesitated: "You are Mr. Cheng's daughter, do you not know where he lives?"

In a word, Cheng Weiwan's expression dimmed.