A Billion Stars Can’t Amount to You

"Brother Yi Nan, thank you for sending me over. It's not too early. You go back and drive slowly." Accompanying the housekeeper's voice, Cheng Weiwan's voice came faintly from outside.

At the moment when the housekeeper finished the question, Han Zhihui wanted to lose a sentence of "Xia Renfang", but after hearing Cheng Weiwan's voice, he didn't understand the reason and suddenly changed his mind: "Master bedroom! "

The butler probably didn't expect Han Zhihui to let Cheng Weiwan live in his own room. He was stunned for a moment before he heard "I know, Mr. Han", and then carried Cheng Weiwan's things and went upstairs.

Cheng Weiwan and Lin Yinan outside the door heard the conversation between Han Zhihui and the housekeeper, and the two who were saying goodbye were quiet for an instant.

Although Han Zhihui was not outdoors, he could also feel the solidification of the atmosphere between Cheng Weiwan and Lin Yinan.

I don’t know how long it has passed, and Cheng has not spoken late, and the tone is obviously not as smooth and natural as it was just now: "Yinan, you still have to work tomorrow, go back early."

Lin Yinan didn't speak, nodded at Cheng Weiwan, then turned to glance at the open door, moving his lips as if to say something, but thought that he was not only qualified, but he could not speak out. He also embarrassed Cheng Weiye. He felt embarrassed to face himself in the future. Lin Yinan thought about it and finally chose to stop. He nodded to Cheng Weiye again, and then said "goodbye", then pulled the car door and drilled. Into the car.

When Lin Yinan's car drove out of the door of the villa courtyard, it was not too late for Cheng to take back his sight from the direction of the car's departure.

She stood in the courtyard and did not return to the house until the housekeeper had finished putting things, came down from the upstairs, saw her standing outside the door, and ran out to call her, she smiled at the housekeeper slightly, raised her feet and entered the house .

The housekeeper helped Cheng Cheng take the slippers too late.

After changing the shoes, the housekeeper asked: "Miss Cheng, are you hungry now, do you want to have some supper?"

Cheng Weiwan didn't speak, but just shook his head gently.

Butler: "Then do you have something to drink?"

"I don't need anything, thank you." Cheng did not say late.

"Miss Cheng, you rest early."

Cheng Weiwan nodded at the butler, but said nothing.

"Miss Cheng, will I take you upstairs to rest?" The butler pointed to the stairs not far behind.

Cheng Weiwan didn't respond this time.

The butler just wanted to remind Cheng Weiwei again, but Cheng Weiwan turned his head and looked at Han Zhihui sitting on the sofa and watching TV with the remote control.

Han Zhihui knew that Cheng Weiwei was watching him, but he didn't look back at her.

The room was quiet for a moment, but Cheng was not speaking late, but the words were addressed to the housekeeper: "I want to say two words with him alone."

The butler quickly exited the living room consciously.

In the luxurious and large room, there was no other movement besides the sound from the TV.

Cheng Weiwan slightly pursed his lip corner, and went to the place where Han Zhi returned to sit, rubbing a few steps before saying, "Can I change rooms..."

Han Zhihui held the fingertip of the remote control and tried to close it slightly.

"...If you have a demand, I can go to your room, but can you arrange a separate room for me..."

He originally wanted her to live in another room, but now that she made this request herself, why was he so angry?

Cheng Weiwan looked at Han Zhihui's voicelessly, and added a sentence: "...the next room is fine..."

The next room?

Han Zhihui didn't know where he was, and he couldn't control it. He suddenly raised his hand and dropped the remote control in his hand.