domestic.

It's 8 a.m. Kyoto time.

Hyatt Hotel, third floor.

The hall, which is usually filled with tables and chairs, was now filled with chairs, one by one, row by row, arranged neatly.

At the front, there is a platform.

There is a long table on the platform, which is covered with a red cloth.

The desktop microphone is placed in the middle, and the name table is placed in front of the desktop microphone.

Everything is arranged.

A man in a suit inspected everything in the lobby. The hotel manager stood beside the man and talked about the layout.

After listening, the man picked up his phone and said, "Special Assistant Fu, everything is arranged."

"OK."

The man hung up the phone and said to the person next to him: "Let them come up."

"I'll go tell you right away."

In the lobby on the first floor, many reporters were standing there, holding microphones in their hands, cameras in their hands, and adjusting lenses in their hands, occupying very little of the huge hotel lobby.

The elevator door opened, and a woman wearing a hotel suit came out and extended her hand, "Everyone, please come to the conference hall on the third floor."

Hearing this sound, reporters who were sitting or standing immediately passed by.

At the same time, a black Mercedes-Benz parked outside the hotel.

The car door opened, and a serious and steady man wearing a suit stepped out of the car.

He looked at the people in the lobby rushing to the elevator and walked over.

The cell phone rings.

He picked up the phone and said, "Hello."

"Fu Special Assistant, at ten o'clock this morning, Mr. Han will be interviewed by WR Fashion Magazine at Zai Lian Company."

Fu Cheng stopped and said, "I understand."

Lin Yue resigned from AK and returned to work at Zai Lian Company. This incident has not been reported.

Lin Qinru would not take the initiative to report, leaving Han Zaixing alone.

Han Zaixing didn't report it, and Fu Cheng didn't think Han Zaixing wouldn't report it.

He is just waiting for the right opportunity.

And today is the right opportunity.

Fu Cheng checked the time on his cell phone. It was 8:05, Berlin time, 2:00 in the morning.

Fu Cheng swiped through the call history and dialed a number.

"Woo...Woo..."

The phone buzzed and vibrated, and the body moved on the desk.

The silence in the study was broken, and the sleeping night seemed to be disturbed.

However, there was no one in the study, except for the nightgown that fell on the executive chair.

Fu Cheng listened to the beeps on his cell phone until a mechanical female voice came from inside. He hung up the phone and walked into the elevator.

In the bedroom.

The air conditioner is on, and the temperature is not very low, but it is not at this temperature at this time, and there is plenty of hot air.

The heat filled the bedroom and made it very hot.

On the bed, Mi Ning pushed the person on her body with her hands, her brows furrowed, as if she felt uncomfortable.

A thin sound came from her mouth, and the sound contained rejection and rejection.

"Ah Shi... no... don't..."

Zhan Lian stopped moving.

He looked at Mi Ning. Her eyes were closed, her eyelashes were trembling, and her forehead was covered with fine sweat, making her hair wet.

She seemed to be having a nightmare while sleeping, her face was full of pain.

Zhan Lianshi took the quilt and covered the two of them. He lay down next to Mi Ning and held Mi Ning in his arms.

His lips fell on Mi Ning's soaked forehead, and he said hoarsely, "I won't touch you."

Mi Ning's closed eyes opened.

There were tears in her eyes and her vision was blurry.

Tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, and she opened her lips, "Ah Shi..."

She wanted to cry.

However, she didn't know why she wanted to cry.

The damp heat fell from Mi Ning's face to Zhan Lianshi's body, and it was so hot that it pierced his heart.

Zhan Lian's body froze.

"I……"

The soft voice was tinged with crying, not Mi Ning's usual voice.

Zhan Lian lowered his head, and his tear-filled eyes fell into his eyes.

In an instant, thousands of arrows pierced his heart.

"Ah Shi...I, I don't seem to be able to..."

Mi Ning's tears kept rolling down, and she was enveloped in endless sadness, unable to see clearly the person in front of her.

She wanted to give it to him, but she couldn't seem to give it to him.

When...

Something welled up in Zhan Lianshi's eyes, his throat rolled, and he suppressed what was about to come out.

He pressed Mi Ning's head into his arms, his thin lips fell on her hair, and his dark eyes were blood red.
Chapter completed!