Chapter 835: Yu Guang is you, and you are the rest of your life (15)

After hearing the words of the little boy, Han Zhihui looked up and glanced at the door.
The light in the room was too dark, and Cheng Weiwan couldn't clearly see the expression on Han Zhihui's face, but from him, he felt a trace of indifference.
He didn't want to get up, and meant to walk over to her, and soon he turned his gaze back to chat with the person who had just spoken to him.
The little boy's mission was completed, holding a wine bottle, walked to a girl his age, and sat down.
The people in the private room, playing their own, no one cares about the schedule is too late.
Cheng Weiwei stood at the door for a while, then exited the private room and leaned against the wall beside the door.
Cheng Weiwan didn't know how long he had waited. The door of the box was pulled open, and Han Zhihui, who was wrapped in alcohol and smoke, finally came out from inside.
Cheng Weiwan instinctively stood upright.
Han Zhihui didn't mean to talk to her, so she glanced at her coolly, and then she walked freely and walked towards the elevator.
Cheng was not late to keep up.
The two had no conversation until they reached the sparsely populated back garden of "Golden Splendor". Han Zhi returned a cigarette, put it in his mouth, took a sip, and after taking the cigarette off, glanced at the opening of Cheng Cheng's cold tone. : "Think of it?"
In his impression, every time he saw her, he was smiling, his voice was very gentle, and her body was uncomfortable, and he always cared about her gently.
But I don't know when he started to see her, and he became such a cold and ruthless look now.
The duel between two people is destined to be the loser.
Even though her heart is clear, his and her story are over, she is never his princess, and he is no longer her hero, but Cheng Weiwan still heard it when he heard the tone of Han Zhihui. It hurt like a needle.
She pursed her lips slightly before replying to his words: "What the are you going to let me go?"
"It seems that I didn't think about it?" Han Zhihui frowned, "Since I didn't think about it, then wait for you to think about it, and come to me again."
With that said, Han Zhihui smothered the smoke, leaving a posture of leaving.
If possible, Cheng Weiwan really didn’t want to ask Han Zhihui in a low voice, but she couldn’t help it. She couldn’t watch Lin Muqing because she was in jail and didn’t want to lose Hanhan.
Cheng Weiwan watched that Han Zhihui was leaving, and unconsciously reached out his hand and grabbed his shirt: "I beg you, you let me go, let Hanhan go, I promise, I won't appear next to you, I also promise that no matter what happens in Han, I will not let him bother you, OK?"
Han Zhihui did not want to listen to such nonsense as Cheng Weiwan, freed from the force of her fingertips grasping his shirt.
Cheng Weiwan was afraid that Han Zhihui was really gone, and quickly raised his hand again, grabbed his arm: "I know, you hate me, but, can you look at, look at what we used to be together For the sake of it, just let me and Han Han out this time, okay?"
"Once? Together?" Han Zhihui seemed to hear such funny words, and gave a mocking chuckle: "Hehe..."
As laughter overflowed from his mouth, he turned to look at Cheng Weiwan: "Why don't I remember, have we ever been? Have we been together?"
A light rhetorical question asked Cheng Wei's blood on his face to fade away instantly.