Chapter 388: How does marshmallow smell like wine(8)

After about five seconds, she slowly turned her head, followed the bottle of water, and looked up all the way. When she touched Han Zhihui’s handsome face, Cheng Weiwan was a little stunned and moved. She moved her lips and wanted to say "how are you here", but her stomach suddenly rolled, causing her to rush down and vomit.
Han Zhihui quickly placed the water bottle on the hand-washing table, and stretched out his hand to gently pat Cheng Weiwei's back.
After she stopped vomiting, he picked up the water bottle again and handed it to her mouth: "Gargle first, then drink water, it will be more comfortable."
Cheng Weiwan did not speak, and did as Han Zhihui said.
After the cool water swallowed down the throat into the abdomen, as he said, it really made her more comfortable.
She moved her lips away from the mouth of the bottle, turned on the faucet, washed her face, then took a tissue and wiped the water droplets on her face and hands. Then she stood up, facing Han Zhihui, and said softly: " Thank you."
How can this person always say love words when they don't agree with each other? It is more sensational than the one who writes romance novels...
Cheng Weiwan stretched his face, pretending not to hear Han Zhi's return, and said aloud: "I'm a little uncomfortable, so I went upstairs to rest."
After she finished speaking, she didn't wait for him to respond, and added the sentence "Goodbye", then turned around and walked toward the bathroom door.
Tonight's banquet, she needs to wear a dress and high-heeled shoes. She is accustomed to casually on weekdays. Most of the logs are flat shoes. She was not used to wearing high-heeled shoes. Now she has drunk again and is not drunk. , But also dizzy. After two steps, the sole of the foot fluttered. The whole person almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Han Zhihui standing behind her responded quickly and took her arm in time.
"Which room are you in, I'll give you."
Cheng Hewei hesitated for a little while and reported the room name.
When she nearly fell, Cheng Weiwan accidentally sprained her ankle. Although Han Zhi returned to help her, she felt a painful pain every time she stepped on her foot.
Her father Cheng Weiguo was busy at work, and her mother died early. She was often at home since she was 13 years old, probably after many years of self-reliance and self-sufficiency. She has never taken the initiative to ask someone for help. Did not tell Han Zhihui.
Entering the elevator and arriving at the floor where Cheng Weiye lived, when he came out of the elevator, Cheng Weiye didn't hold back the pain in his ankle, his legs softened a little, Han Zhihui felt the weight, and he lowered his head slightly. Her white, slender ankles had become red and swollen.
"I sprained my foot, why didn't I say something?" Han Zhihui's tone brought a bit of blame and displeasure.
Cheng Weiwan lowered his eyelids late, and said nothing.
Han Zhihui stared at her for a moment, then suddenly bent over and hugged her horizontally.
It wasn't too late that Cheng had never had such close contact with a man. With a flustered expression, he instinctively wanted to struggle from Han Zhihui's arms.
"Don't move!" Han Zhihui clasped the force between his fingers, while threatening secretly: "If you move again, believe it or not, I will kiss you in the corridor!"
"You--" Cheng Weiye said only one word, and when he saw Han Zhihui's face coming together, he was scared and hurriedly left his head, quieting down.
After all, he was still not used to being held by a man like this, and Cheng Weiwan's stiff body was a bit scary.
Opening the door and waiting for Han Zhihui to put himself on the sofa, Cheng Weiye secretly breathed a sigh of relief.