Chapter 387: How does marshmallow have a wine taste (7)

The recent rainy season coincided with the heavy rain in South China. The booked flight was at 10 o'clock in the morning. Han Zhihui had not received the news of the departure until 1 o'clock in the VIP lounge of the airport.
The killing feast was booked at seven o'clock in the evening, with only six hours left. Han Zhihui estimated the time in his heart, wondering if he didn't know the exact time at the airport, and was afraid that he would not be able to catch up with the killing feast.
Han Zhi returned to her for a moment, while telling the driver to prepare a car, while letting the secretary order himself a high-speed rail.
The distance from the airport to the high-speed rail is a bit far, probably because there are too many flights waiting to be flown, many people have changed from airplanes to high-speed rail, resulting in some traffic jams. When Han Zhi returned to the high-speed rail station, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon. .
At 3:15, Han Zhihui boarded the high-speed rail.
Almost all day wasted at the airport, and there was still a lot of work left untreated. Han Zhihui took out his computer and was busy.
After the busy time, the sky outside was dark. He glanced at the time. It was half past seven. The killing feast began, but he was almost two hours away from Shanghai.
At 9:30, the train entered the station on time, the door opened, and Han Zhi returned to the station and saw the driver arranged by the Shanghai branch.
In the car, he did not wait for the driver to ask himself where he was going, and he was the first to say: "Go directly to Starlight."
Han Zhihui feared that he hadn't arrived yet, and the killing banquet was over. He urged the driver to hurry up and hurry up all the way, watching the time frequently.
At ten o'clock, the car arrived at the entrance of Starlight's lobby. Han Zhi returned to the driver and threw the sentence "Send my stuff upstairs to room 1002 first", ignoring the courtesy of the doorman who dropped the door, and stepped into the revolving door. Go straight to the elevator.
Coming out from the second floor, Han Zhihui saw that many people in dresses had been walking out of the banquet hall one after another.
She... shouldn't she already leave?
Han Zhihui subconsciously speeded up his pace, saying "I'm sorry, borrow it", and hurriedly passed through the counter-current crowd and entered the banquet hall.
The lobby is empty, except for dozens of waiters, there are no more people.
Han Zhihui carefully looked around the hall, and after confirming that he was not too late, he felt annoyed.
Hurry up and hurry up, and in the end it really didn't catch up?
Han Zhihui raised his hand, pulled the leader, and exhaled a few breaths before turning back out of the banquet hall.
Running all the way, Han Zhihui did not go to the restroom. Before going upstairs to the hotel room, he just saw the sign of the restroom in front of him and walked in.
After coming out of the bathroom, Han Zhihui was about to walk to the hand-washing station to wash his hands. He heard vomiting sounds not far ahead.
He instinctively lifted his eyelids and glanced at him. Through the glorious mirror of the sink, a familiar figure ran into his eyes.
Han Zhihui's footsteps stared at the mirror, the girl who kept bowing and vomiting for a while, then retreated silently, beckoning to the waiter not far away, beckoning her to send a bottle of mineral water.
Soon, the waiter took a bottle of water and folded it back.
Han Zhi replied "Thank you", carried it in his hand, unscrewed the bottle cap, and stepped back to the bathroom.
Walking to the sink, he waited for the girl to vomit and passed the water bottle to her.
It was not too late to open the faucet, rinse the mouth with cold water, looked at the inexplicably more bottle of water in front of him, and calm down.