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Ever since Cheng Weiwan told Han Zhihui not to let him come downstairs to guard her house again, Han Zhihui really didn't come again.
At first, Cheng Weiwan would still take a look downstairs at night. As time passed, the downstairs was always empty. Without Han Zhihui's figure, she gradually stopped thinking about it, and those who were impetuous also slowed down. Slowly it calmed down.
The days are becoming more and more like the time when Cheng Weiwan and Cheng Han were dependent on each other.
Although the peaceful days did not pass quickly, winter still entered unknowingly.
As soon as the temperature reached zero, it started to snow in Beijing. During the day, Cheng Weiwan and Cheng Han built a snowman in the community. They were probably playing too crazy. Cheng Han was tired and went to bed early at night.
Cheng Weiwan has written the ending of her new book. She hopes to publish it before the year 2018, so she has been working on the manuscript recently.
I was very inspired tonight, and before I knew it, Cheng Weiwan wrote more than 3,000 words.
She glanced at the time and saw that it was getting late, and then looked at the outline. There were probably only a few thousand words left before the ending, so she simply left it to write tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.
After closing the computer, Cheng Weiwan was just about to take a shower when her cell phone rang.
In the middle of the night, few people called her, so Cheng Weiwan turned from the bathroom door to the bedside in confusion.
Picking up the phone, she glanced at the caller ID, and suddenly froze as if her acupuncture points had been tapped.
She was curious about who called, and she thought about many possibilities, but she thought about it, but she didn't expect that the person who called was the one she thought was the most unlikely.
Yes, it's her father, Cheng Weiguo.
This seemed to be the first time he called her in her memory...
Cheng Weiwan thought she had seen it wrong. She blinked hard and realized that what was displayed on the screen of her mobile phone was really the word "Dad".
She trembled her fingers and swiped the screen to answer the call. Her "hello" sound fluctuated unbelievably.
Maybe it took too long to answer the phone. Cheng Weiguo didn't respond and didn't speak for a while.
Cheng Weiwan suppressed the excitement in his heart and asked softly: "What are you calling me for?"
"Tomorrow night at 6:30 at Beijing Hotel, come over and we'll have dinner."
Compared with before, Cheng Weiwan took the initiative to call Cheng Weiguo. His tone this time, although not very good, was much better than before.
However, after he finished speaking, he hung up the phone without waiting for her to respond.
Although the call lasted only ten seconds, Cheng Weiwan stared at the call record many times before she could believe that Cheng Weiguo had really taken the initiative to call her and invited her to have dinner with her...
Cheng Weiwan couldn't remember exactly how many years it had been since she and Cheng Weiguo sat together and had a meal.
With little hesitation, she decided to go to Cheng Weiguo's appointment the next night.
Just before afternoon, she sent Cheng Han to Lin Muqing's place, then took a shower, changed clothes, and left the house early.
It was already early after all, so she ordered a cup of afternoon tea at the cafe next to the hotel. She waited until the agreed time arrived before she picked up her phone and called Cheng Weiguo.
It was completely different from the previous scene when she called him and he didn't answer the phone. This time he answered quickly.
Cheng Weiwan: "I'm here, which room are you in?"