After saying that, Han Zhihui didn't even dry his hair and went directly into the dressing room.
When he came out again, Han Zhihui was dressed elegantly in a suit. He tied his tie neatly and glanced at Cheng Weiwan who was still standing on the balcony. He seemed to be still angry and spoke in a tone of voice. Fen Yin said: "Don't worry, when the debt between you and me is settled, I won't let you stay even if you want to!"
With the words coming out of his mouth, Han Zhihui tugged on his tie, took his wallet and cell phone, and left without looking back.
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From that day on, Han Zhihui began to go home every night.
Different from the previous period when he went home every day, he and Cheng Weiwan returned to the state of strangers before. Not only did they not communicate verbally, they didn't even look at each other, as if they were in each other's presence. In each other's eyes, they didn't exist at all. In the dead of night, Han Zhihui and Cheng Weiwan would do intimate things. Although he and she were skin-to-skin, they were quiet without making any sound. She always closed her eyes. , without even looking at him. After it was over, he and she immediately separated. They both slept on the edge of the bed, with a long distance between them.
The servants at home all noticed something was wrong between the two of them, but no one dared to ask.
In the past few days, Cheng Weiwan had been in contact with Cheng Weiguo. Just like on her birthday, he had not responded to her calls or text messages to Cheng Weiguo.
Until Tuesday of the new week came, Cheng Weiwan found out about Cheng Weiguo's updates on Weibo.
He arrived in Beijing at ten o'clock in the morning and stayed at the Four Seasons Hotel.
After lunch, Cheng Weiwan put Cheng Han to sleep, returned to the bedroom, changed into a beautiful dress, and went downstairs.
The housekeeper was sitting in the living room watching TV. He was a little surprised when he saw Cheng Weiwan, who had never been out before, come down neatly dressed: "Miss Cheng, are you going out?"
"Yes." Cheng Weiwan nodded lightly and took out the only pair of high heels he brought to Han Zhihui's house from the shoe cabinet.
Butler: "Do you want me to ask the driver to take you off?"
Cheng Weiwan shook his head: "No, thank you."
The housekeeper did not force Cheng Weiwan, "Then please take your time on the road. If anything happens, please call home at any time."
Cheng Weiwan didn't say anything, gave the housekeeper a smile, opened the door, and walked out.
Walking to the door of the villa community, Cheng Weiwan took out his mobile phone and called a car.
The car was nearby and Cheng Weiwan was picked up soon.
The traffic in the afternoon was relatively smooth, and we arrived at the Four Seasons Hotel in about 20 minutes.
Cheng Weiwan got off the car and paid the bill on his mobile phone.
Cheng Weiwan didn't know which room in the Four Seasons Hotel Cheng Weiguo stayed in. After entering the lobby, she went directly to the front desk and asked: "Miss, which room does Mr. Cheng Weiguo stay in?"
The person who received Cheng Weiwan was a very young girl. After hearing Cheng Weiwan's question, she shook her head apologetically: "Sorry, miss, we cannot disclose customer information."
"I'm not a reporter, nor his fan, I'm his daughter..." Cheng Weiwan was afraid that the receptionist wouldn't believe it, so he took out his ID card and household registration book from his bag.
After the lady at the front desk took it, she looked at it for a while and was still a little hesitant: "You are Mr. Cheng's daughter. Don't you know where he lives?"
In one sentence, Cheng Weiwan's expression dimmed as he asked.
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