After saying these embarrassing words, he straightened his suit and walked out the door without even looking at Han Zhiwei.

"Hao, what's wrong with you? Please stay and sit a little longer..."

Seeing that Wilson was about to leave, Han Zhiwei didn't care much and quickly followed him. At this time, Wilson had already walked out of the door with a cold expression.

"Hao, just wait for me, Hao..."

Seeing that Wilson had no intention of stopping, Han Zhiwei was anxious and at the same time she hated Han Zhiqing with itch.

Damn it, if that damn woman hadn't come over, Hao wouldn't be so angry.

"Hao!"

Finally, she stepped forward and stopped him. Han Zhiwei's eyes flashed with tears of grievance, "Hao, it's my sister who made you angry. Why are you ignoring me?"

As he spoke, tears were already shining in his eyes.

Seeing this, Wilson's eyes gradually flashed with a hint of impatience. He reached out and removed Han Zhiqing's hand from his arm inhumanely, but at this time, his thin lips outlined a gentle arc:

"Baby, you should know that I don't like women's tears."

His tone was extremely gentle, but the words he spoke were full of inhuman cruelty, causing Han Zhiwei, who was flashing tears and preparing to act coquettishly, to immediately hold back her tears.

At that moment, she gave him a charming and seductive smile, "Hao, don't be angry, I just don't want you to leave so soon."

The corner of Wilson's mouth raised a deep arc, and his deep blue eyes shone with a somewhat complicated light.

He looked down at the coquettish woman in front of him with no emotion at all, but his subsequent movements were extremely gentle.

The slender fingertips raised her slender chin, bent down slightly, and kissed her mouth gently, "We will meet again soon."

Just as Han Zhiwei blushed and looked intoxicated, Wilson had already let go of her, and without another word, he had walked out of the Han family's door.

Under the moonlight, his tall and straight body exuded an extremely charming mystery. Just like his identity, it was just a mystery in everyone's eyes.

Han Zhiwei stood at the door of her home, looking at his retreating figure, with a sweet smile on her lips.

She is determined to win this man. The more distant he is, the more challenging it will be for her. No man has ever escaped from Han Zhiwei's grasp, and Wilson is no exception.

And for such a man, she can't be too impatient, he is suitable for... a steady flow.

After coming out of Han's house, Wilson walked leisurely on the street alone. In London, he had never walked so quietly alone, and he never thought that he would be free enough to go for a walk one day.

Suddenly, the shadow of Han Zhiqing flashed in his mind. That beautiful and delicate little face. He couldn't remember how long it had been. That calm and cold face had been engraved in his mind.

When they met again, she was still so cold and distant. From the bottom of her eyes, he couldn't see any waves. The only thing that made her expression change a little was that Han Zhiwei mentioned the words "Dad" to Han Haotian.

He thought that Han Zhiqing disliked her father very much, or that she didn't like the Han family at all.

However, he doesn't care about these, what he cares about is——
Chapter completed!