Zhou Jinghui is very honest in his words, but he is also very honest in his body.
Taking the clothes he threw over, Liang Fan put them on with a chuckle. His movements were slow and his tone was slow and charming: "It rains when you come to see me recently. Does God want to keep you in my house?"
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Liang Fan could spit out a flirtatious word with just a few clicks of his lips.
But Zhou Jinghui's attitude was not as lazy as before. He stopped playing a lot and looked straight at the road ahead without answering. It wasn't until the car reached its destination that he turned to look at her and said, "Get out of the car."
It was still raining outside. Liang Fan got out of the car under an umbrella and found that the car was parked at a hotel owned by Cheng Yanzhi.
"What are you doing here?"
Through the thin curtain of rain, she asked Zhou Jinghui who had just got off the car.
The latter smiled lightly, holding a black umbrella with one hand, and came over to hold Liang Fan's hand. Looking at each other, he said as if to retaliate against her: "Your fiancé's hotel, let's come over today to try the dishes."
.If we are destined, we might still be able to see him."
It's not a matter of fate. Zhou Jinghui inquired about the news before coming here, and Cheng Yanzhi is here now.
In fact, as long as he walks into this hotel, people who know him will definitely tell Cheng Yanzhi that it is inevitable that the two of them will meet.
Liang Fan was frightened by his words, his eyes wandered towards the hotel door that was shining brightly in the rain, and his little calculations were rattling in his heart. But Zhou Jinghui didn't give her a chance to regret it, and took her hand and walked to the hotel.
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"I won't go. I came to you just to avoid him."
Liang Fan is still lying to this day, so Cheng Yanzhi will not go to her house to look for her.
It was precisely because of this that Zhou Jinghui deliberately teased her to make her show her timidity and no longer come and go as soon as he called her.
"So I'm your second choice?" he asked with a smile.
Liang Fan didn't have time to think about his intention of saying this. He simply didn't want Cheng Yanzhi to catch him in adultery. He took Zhou Jinghui's hand and shook his head. His charming and long voice sounded like a coquettish one: "You are the first choice. You go up."
The last time I came to my house, I drove him away, how could I care about him."
Is this a man’s possessiveness?
The situation was urgent, and Liang Fan couldn't tell the difference for the time being.
But the soft coaxing was very effective, and Zhou Jinghui stopped. Pointing to the left side of the hotel, he raised his thin lips slightly with a playful smile: "I'm treating my sister to Thai food today."
Liang Kuan followed the sound and found that a Thai restaurant had indeed opened near Cheng Yanzhi's hotel.
It doesn't matter whether Zhou Jinghui originally brought her here or whether he changed his mind temporarily. The key is that she has saved the day.
Her top priority now is to hold him tightly in her hands.
Polish him out of danger to himself.
During the dinner, Liang Fan ate seriously, and his usually chattering little mouth became unusually quiet.
Zhou Jinghui's appetite was average, and he almost watched her eating the whole time.
When he felt the blazing gaze from above his head, Liang Fan looked up with a pitiful expression and said in a delicate voice, "What are you looking at?"
The corners of his lips curled up, Zhou Jinghui raised his eyebrows, and said lightly: "You have quite a chameleon charm."
Liang Fan knew that he was illiterate, so he didn't understand, so he raised his voice.
"Fickle, disguised." Zhou Jinghui generously explained to her, but the emotion in his tone was unclear, and he couldn't tell whether he was truly appreciative or disparaging: "Just like you, you have to pretend to do everything."
The woman who was eating was startled, not expecting to be taught a lesson by him.
But her words of retort were already on her lips, and she glanced at a familiar figure outside the floor-to-ceiling glass. Turning around, she saw Cheng Yanzhi standing in the rain, holding a black umbrella, his eyes sharp and unwavering, staring at him for a moment.