"Taking a step back, if she really came to Shanghai to check on me, how could she tell me all her itinerary and ask me to pick her up at the airport?"
"So, I hope journalists and friends can treat us as an ordinary couple and let us fall in love quietly for a while. Thank you."
Looking up, Zheng Tianai saw the deep affection in Han Murphy's eyes.
Could it be that she had always wrongly blamed Han Murphy?
At this time, several Mercedes-Benz commercial vehicles approached. Han Murphy took her hand, surrounded by bodyguards, quickly got into the car and left.
After staying at the hotel and having dinner, Zheng Tianai felt as if she was living in a fairy tale for the next few hours.
When she was a child, she always hoped to meet a Prince Charming when she grew up.
He is handsome, dashing and has extraordinary bearing.
He will hold her hand and give her happiness forever.
And is the Prince Charming she is waiting for Han Murphy? Is it him?
When we returned to the hotel's chairman suite, it was already 11 o'clock.
Han Murphy held her with one hand and took out the key card from his pocket with the other hand. He had a pair of beautiful hands with long, white and straight fingers, like a work of art.
The door opened with a "beep" sound, and Han Murphy pulled her in.
The distance between them was very close, close enough for her to kiss his lips.
In an instant, all the tenderness and sweetness on Han Murphy's face disappeared, replaced by: indifference, as cold as a dead person.
"Bang-dang-", she seemed to hear her heart falling to the ground and shattering into pieces.
It turned out that Han Murphy had never had any affection for her, not at all.
Leaving Han Murphy's lips, she felt that the atmosphere in the room was extremely awkward. She explained with a wry smile: "I haven't tasted you for a long time. I want to try whether Allen feels better, or you?"
"Then, you must have the answer now." Han Murphy let go of her hand and said very calmly.
"That's natural." She held back the tears in her eyes and walked towards the sofa. No matter how good Han Murphy was, he was nothing in her eyes.
"I'll help you make a cup of tea. You drank a little too much red wine just now." After saying that, Han Murphy turned and walked into the kitchen.
When he came back again, he had two more cups in his hand, one was placed in front of her, and the other was placed on the other end of the coffee table.
The two of them are like Party A and Party B at a business negotiation table, sitting at each end.