The personal butler is very dedicated and still takes care of Xiaoxiao in the room.
Seeing him come in, the personal butler stood up and reported: "Mr. Han, when you left in the morning, the lady was suffering from a high fever. I called the doctor for you, and they hung up several bottles of saline for the lady. Now the lady's fever has gone away.
Already."
"Why aren't you awake yet?" Han Murphy asked. His smile was not as scary as in the morning, but his eyes were still closed.
"Oh, the doctor said that the young lady is weak and may not wake up until tomorrow." The personal butler replied.
"Well, you go back first." Han Murphy waved his hand and signaled the personal butler to leave.
After the private butler said goodbye politely, he quietly closed the door and left quietly without saying a word or making any noise.
Although compared to the Peninsula Hotel in Hong Kong, this hotel in Shanghai is still a bit far behind, but in China, the service can be said to be first-class.
Han Murphy walked over and sat down by the bed.
Under the soft light, the smiling and pretty face appeared clearly before his eyes. With fair skin and beautiful facial features, the more he looked at it, the more he looked like an angel from the moonlight.
Suddenly, he felt an urge in his heart, an urge to kiss her cheek and kiss her lips.
But the next second, the impulse was overwhelmed by hatred!
It's so similar, so similar... It's this face that keeps him haunted by nightmares and makes him live in hell forever!
Yes, she is innocent!
Yes, she knows nothing!
But, does he deserve it? Does he deserve to live in hell for the rest of his life?
No, it can't be like this. This woman must go to hell with him! She must suffer pain all her life!
Thinking of this, Han Murphy suddenly stood up, turned off the lights in the room, turned around and left.
There are so many drinks in Shanghai that they are as immeasurable as neon billboards.
Han Murphy found a restaurant to sit down at, and squeezed into the colorful world.
All kinds of men and women of all colors were swaying, laughing and flirting in front of his eyes.
Alcohol carries hormones and flies along with the music, impacting the moral bottom line of men and women.
He likes big cities, like big cities like Shanghai.
Because here, at night, you will never be lonely.
"Handsome guy, why are you drinking alone here?" A fashionable woman sat down next to him.
Burgundy hair, dark eye circles, avant-garde dress, and a nonchalant expression on his face.