Coupled with the cold sashimi on the ice sculpture, Xiaoxiao couldn't help but want to drink a few sips of sake to warm up. As soon as he picked up the wine bottle on the table, he heard Han Murphy say: "Xiaoxiao, you can't drink. If you feel cold,
, let me order you a cup of hot tea."
"Why can't I drink?" Xiaoxiao asked in confusion.
"Because, I heard from Tian Ai that you have been seriously injured. Anyone who has been injured should not drink alcohol. It is not good for your health."
Han Murphy's explanation made Xiaoxiao turn her head and look at Zheng Tianhao: "Tianhao, is there such a thing?"
Zheng Tianhao put down the chopsticks in his hand and gave Han Feifei a cold look: "Xiaoxiao, don't listen to his nonsense. The idea that you can't drink after being injured is pure nonsense."
After saying that, Zheng Tianhao picked up the wine bottle on the table and prepared to pour wine into her glass.
Unexpectedly, Han Murphy refused to give up. He pressed Zheng Tianhao's hand and said, "Tianhao, Xiaoxiao really can't drink. She has just recovered from her injury for a year, can't you think about her health?"
Zheng Tianhao raised his hand, shook off Han Murphy's restraints, and said, "Han Murphy, thank you for caring so much about my girlfriend. I am a doctor, I know better than you, I don't need you to remind me how to take care of Xiaoxiao."
After the sound of "crash", Xiaoxiao saw that the cup in front of him was full of sake.
But after being tormented like this by the two men, she was no longer in the mood to drink. She smiled awkwardly and said, "I'll go out for a while and I'll be back later."
She got up, opened the door, and walked towards the bathroom.
The hotel's high-end private rooms are extremely well designed, each equipped with separate men's and women's bathrooms, separate lounges, and separate dining rooms, just like a complete apartment.
Go to the toilet, wash your hands, apply powder, spray perfume, smile and open the door, and see Han Murphy waiting there.
Before she could react, Han Murphy rushed in and closed the door with his hand.
She quickly took a few steps back and asked in surprise: "Mr. Han, what do you mean?"
Han Murphy stretched out his hand, grabbed Xiaoxiao's arm, pulled her hard, hugged her tightly, and said, "Xiaoxiao, long time no see, I miss you so much."
Long time no see? Is that so serious? What does it mean?
Could it be that Han Murphy was the mysterious man who sent her flowers?
A thousand questions flashed through her mind, leaving her no time to think, let alone ask why.