domestic.

It's eight in the morning at Kyoto time.

Hyatt Hotel, third floor.

Usually there are tables and chairs in the hall, and at this time, they are all placed on chairs, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, and one by one, and one by one, neatly arranged.

At the front is a platform.

There is a long table on the set-up table, covered with red cloth.

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

Everything is well arranged.

The man in a suit checked everything in the hall, and the hotel manager stood beside the man and said the arrangement.

After hearing this, the man picked up his cell phone and said, "Please pay special assistance, everything is arranged."

"OK."

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

"I'll talk now."

In the first floor lobby, many reporters stood there. They held the microphone in their hands, held the microphone in their hands, held the cameras, adjusted the lenses, and occupied the huge hotel lobby.

The elevator door opened, and the woman in a hotel suit walked out and reached out, "Everyone, the conference hall on the third floor, please."

Hearing this sound, the reporter who sat or stood immediately passed by.

Meanwhile, a black Mercedes-Benz was parked outside the hotel.

The car door opened, wearing a suit, and the rigorous and calm person walked out of the car.

He looked at the people rushing into the elevator in the hall and walked over.

The cell phone rings.

He picked up his cell phone and said, "Hey."

"Fu Special Assistant, at 10 o'clock this morning, Mr. Han will be interviewed by WR Fashion Magazine at Love Company."

Fu Cheng stopped, "I understand."

Lin Yue resigned from AK and went to work in the Love Company. This incident has not been reported.

Lin Qinru will not take the initiative to report, only Han Zaixing is left.

There is no report on Han Zaixing, and Fu Cheng doesn't think Han Zaixing will not report on it.

He was just waiting for a suitable opportunity.

And today is this suitable opportunity.

Fu Cheng looked at his mobile phone at 8:05, Berlin time at 2:00 am.

Fu Cheng passed the call record and dialed a number.

"Woo...woo..."                                                                                                                            

The quietness in the study was broken, and the sleeping night seemed to be quarrel.

However, there was no one in the study except for the nightgown that fell in the chair of the senior class.

Fu Cheng listened to the beeping sound on his phone until a mechanical woman's voice came from inside. He hung up the phone and walked into the elevator.

In the bedroom.

The air conditioner is on, not very low temperature, but this temperature does not exist at this time, and there is some hot air.

This heat fills the bedroom, and the bedroom temperature is very high.

On the bed, Mi Ning pushed the person on her body with her hands, frowned, as if she was very uncomfortable.

A faint sound from her mouth, which was repulsive and rejection.

"Ashi... no... don't..." Zhan Lianshi stopped.

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

She seemed to have nightmares when she fell asleep, her face full of pain.

Zhan Lianshi took the quilt and covered the two of them. He lay beside Mi Ning and carried Mi Ning into his arms.

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

Mi Ning opened her closed eyes.

Her eyes were filled with tears, and her eyes were blurred.

Tears flowed down from the corners of her eyes, and she opened her lips, "Ashi..."                                                                                                                    

But she didn't know why she wanted to cry.

The damp heat fell from Mi Ning's face to Zhan Lian's body, and the hotness pierced into his heart.

Zhan Lian's body was frozen.

"I..." The soft voice was covered with crying sounds, not Mi Ning's usual voice.

Zhan Lianshi lowered his head, and his tears fell into his eyes.

In an instant, thousands of arrows pierced the heart.

"Ashi...I, I don't seem to be able to do it..." Mi Ning's tears kept rolling down, and endless sadness enveloped her, and she couldn't see the person in front of her.

She wanted to give it to him, but she seemed to be unable to give it to him.

Ashi...                                                                                                                              

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