In the evening, Xia Xia came to the hotel's presidential suite with an expressionless face, "Okay, let me see what tricks you, Zhou Han, are playing!"
"Put on these clothes!" Zhou Han glanced at Xia Xia. The rigid black suit looked as ugly as possible. Fortunately, he had taken precautions and ordered clothes in her size early.
"Why do you need to change clothes?! Don't you have to work?" Xia Xia looked at Zhou Han, "If you think it's nonsense, you don't have to answer, then I'm leaving and I won't work overtime!"
"I have a party tonight, and I don't want to bring a woman who can't stand up to the stage." Zhou Han adjusted his suit, "It's beneath my status!"
"Didn't you make an appointment with Teresa? Where is she?" Xia Xia looked around.
"I can't stand the smell of her body. It was you who arranged it. If she doesn't meet the requirements, I'll use you!" Zhou Han sneered. This was natural.
"Okay, okay, it's all my fault," Xia Xia didn't want to argue with him, so she went into the bedroom with her clothes.
Xia Xia took off her suit and before she could put on the clothes prepared by Zhou Han, the door suddenly opened and it was Zhou Han.
"What are you doing?!" Xia Xia went crazy.
Zhou Han didn't say anything. He pulled Xia Xia and pressed her under him. His eyes were full of anger. He clasped Xia Xia's hands above his head with both hands and kissed her roughly. There was no tenderness at all, just like a head.
The lustful beast!
"Perverted..." Xia Xia cursed, but her lips were blocked by Zhou Han.
Zhou Han moved her lips away so that she could breathe, and sucked on her neck, still showing no emotion at all.
"Zhou Han, what's wrong with you?" Xia Xia was frightened, knowing that Zhou Han was uncertain these days, but she had never seen Zhou Han like this before. She began to try to chat with him, "Let me go, okay?"
Tell me carefully, what's going on?!" Xia Xia panicked, "Is it...because of Xia Qingyou?" She made a bold guess.
As expected, Zhou Han stopped moving and his eyes became clearer, "How do you know?"
Sure enough, "Didn't she call you last time? I remember her name was Xia Qingyou!" Xia Xia could only say this, and she didn't dare to say anything else.
"Yeah!" Zhou Han responded, and then continued to kiss Xia Xia. He wanted to kiss her, he wanted to hold her and talk to her about the pain that was buried deep in his heart.
"Zhou Han..." Xia Xia tried to make him stop. Zhou Han kissed her lips again to prevent her from talking. His tongue pried open her teeth and sucked in her beauty.
No matter how Zhou Han treats her, she will always surrender under his kiss. She hates herself like this. She feels so humble. A trace of fear can't help but arise in her heart. I won't love Zhou Han anymore!
At this time, Zhou Han's cell phone rang, and he had to stop, impatiently took it out of his pocket, and pressed the call button at will, "Hey, Yifeng!"
"Zhou Han, I'm here!" Yang Yifeng on the other end of the phone said, "Are you and Xia Xia together?"
"We'll be down right away!"
Zhou Han hung up the phone and stood up, "Hurry up and change your clothes, I'll wait for you outside!" He walked towards the door, stopped again, and didn't look back, "Xia Xia, don't ask anything for a while!"
"oh…"
Which Xia Xia is the Xia Xia Yang Yifeng just mentioned? Is it me or Xia Qingyou? What kind of person is this Xia Qingyou? Why did she abandon Zhou Han? What does she want to do when she comes back now? Xia Xia's heart is full of questions
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It seemed that the answer was about to be revealed, so there was no rush, so she hurriedly changed into clothes.