A Billion Stars Can’t Amount to You

Cheng Weiwan didn't even speak, and walked faster.

"If you can't get a car here, you can get on the bus if you believe me. If you don't believe me, I will get off your back and go back to the hotel." As he said, Han Zhihui turned the bicycle in front of Cheng Weiwei and stopped her.

Cheng Weiwan turned around, Han Zhihui stretched out his hand and grabbed her wrist, brought her down in front of herself, slightly lowered her head, and leaned into her ear: "Or, in fact, you really want me to carry you back?"

"You!" Cheng Weiwan blushed.

Han Zhihui laughed brilliantly: "Three, two..."

Before "One" was pronounced, Han Zhihui had already put on the way to get off.

It was not too late for Han Zhihui to be entangled for one night. Knowing that he had done so, he was afraid that he would force her back to the hotel and hurriedly said: "Thank you."

Hearing this, Han Zhihui knew that Cheng was not late. This was agreed, and he smiled: "Although there is a bit of regret that I can't carry you back to the hotel, it is also a kind of happiness to be able to go back on a bicycle."

Cheng Weiwan ignored Han Zhihui.

Han Zhihui didn't care at all, and made a gesture of urge to his rear seat: "Girl I like, please get in the car."

Cheng Weiwan skidded at the beginning, did not watch Han Zhihui, but got on his bike.

Along the way, Han Zhihui was always looking for topics to chat with Cheng Weiwan. Although Cheng Weiwan rarely returned to him, he was still very excited when he said to himself.

"Why did you choose to write a book?"

"Are all the girls who write books so temperamental?"

"How did you come up with so many stories?"

"Can you consider writing me into your story?"

"..."

Arriving at the door of the hotel, Han Zhi returned to the ground and forced to stop.

It wasn’t too late for the journey with almost no opening, and when he got off the bicycle, he said softly to Han Zhihui: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Han Zhi turned back and smiled strikingly before the stroke.

Cheng Weiye didn't open his eyes, said a "goodbye", turned and walked towards the hotel.

After she walked two steps, Han Zhihui caught up. She didn't stop. Han Zhihui faced her. With her speed, she walked backwards step by step and said: Look at the copy I sent you, can you tell me your phone number?"

"Sorry, I'm not used to strangers knowing my phone." Cheng Weiwan refused politely.

"It doesn't matter, let's change the way. Can I store my phone number in your mobile phone for the sake of sending you back?" Han Zhihui said, and then he took out his phone and dialed a call. .

After about thirty seconds, Cheng Weiwan's cell phone rang and eleven strange numbers appeared on the screen.

"This is my phone number. My name is Han Zhihui, Han surnamed Han, and Zhizhi who is lost."

Han Zhihui introduced himself while looking at Cheng Weiwei. He was surprised by the girl’s eyes, knowing that she was wondering how he knew her phone number, and said aloud: "The girl who fell in love with herself at first sight, no less Thinking, how can it be love at first sight?"

It was not too late to see through his heart, bypassing Han Zhihui and entering the elevator.

Han Zhihui didn't stop her until he got on the elevator and went upstairs, his expression became cold, and deep in his eyebrows, there was a hint of hatred and cruelty rolling.

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After his birthday, Ji Yi's life in the crew seemed to be more stable.