Just when she was crying inconsolably, Cheng Weiwan sensed someone pulling her up . She instinctively raised her head and looked up .
The sudden sight of her red and swollen eyes from crying and the strikingly clear handprint on her face came into view for Han Zhifan .
Who slapped her?
The expression on Han Zhifan's face instantly looked sullen . "Who slapped you?"
Cheng Weiwan didn't say anything as the tears continued to trickle down from her eyes .
Han Zhifan's Adam's apple bobbed up and down . He didn't force her to answer, but he dragged her arm and walked over to his office .
After barely two steps, he realized something was wrong . He stopped, turned around and lowered his heard before he realized that her high heels were really tall . Her footsteps were really unstable . . .
Without hesitation, Han Zhifan immediately picked up Cheng Weiwan .
Back in his office, Han ZHifan placed Cheng Weiwan down on his sofa . Then he walked into the restroom and soaked and twisted a towel dry . When he stepped out of the bathroom, he handed it to Cheng Weiwan as if to signal her to use it to wipe her face .
Cheng Weiwan had already stopped crying . When she took the towel, her lips moved, wanting to say "thank you," but she couldn't make a sound .
After she wiped her face clean, the handprint on her face cleared up .
When Han Zhifan took the towel, his tightly-sealed lips turned into a single line . "Who in the hell hit you?"
With her eyes lowered, Cheng Weiwan still didn't utter a world .
Because Han Zhifan didn't know who it was, his heart felt even more stifled . He turned around and heavily hurled the towel into the sink and stepped out again .
He wanted to open his mouth and ask again but before he could, the phone rang .
The supper he ordered had arrived . He asked the first-floor security guards to accept it on his behalf . After he hung up the phone, he was about to head downstairs to pick it up .
All of sudden, his gaze accidentally swept past her ankle as he brushed past her body . He saw bloody marks above her high heels .
His brows creased, and he stopped for a moment then walked over to Cheng Weiwan . Without saying a word to her, he bent down and grabbed her ankle then removed her high heels .
There were several blisters on her fair feet . . . It was no wonder it was so difficult for her to walk when he pulled her up and walked off with her . . .
Also, why did she walk so far in high heels?
The more Han Zhifan thought about it, the more annoyed he felt deep down . With a considerably calmer voice, he said, "Wait here for me . I'll help you buy a pair of shoes . "
With that said, he glanced at Cheng Weiwan . He was afraid she would be bored all alone, so he grabbed the iPad on his desk and unlocked it . Then he placed it into her heads and got up . He grabbed his jacket, reached around for his pocket, and after he was certain his wallet was there, he left .
Cheng Weiwan was the only one left in the office, so it was very quiet .
Having argued with Cheng Weiguo, she wasn't in the mood to be entertained in the slightest . She leaned back into the sofa then stared at the millions of lights out of the tall windows in a daze as she stared at the night sky .
After a while, she wanted to use the toilet, so she got up and walked bare-footed into the restroom .
When she re-emerged and sat on the sofa, she accidentally sat on some kind of book . She shifted around and picked up the book .
She held it in front of her eyes and finally realized it wasn't a book . It was a notebook . . .
Is this a notebook Han Zhifan uses for work?
Cheng Weiwan didn't think too much about it and placed it on the coffee table before a photo slipped out from the notebook . . .
Chapter 1065 Forced Marriage 6 Translator Paperplane Editor Caron Just when she was crying inconsolably, Cheng Weiwan sensed someone pulling her up . She instinctively raised her head and looked up . The sudden sight of her red and swollen eyes from crying and the strikingly clear handprint on her face came into view for Han Zhifan . Who slapped her The expression on Han Zhifan s face instantly looked sullen . Who slapped you Cheng Weiwan didn t say anything as the tears continued to trickle down from her eyes . Han Zhifan s Adam s apple bobbed up and down . He didn t force her to answer, but he dragged her arm and walked over to his office . After barely two steps, he realized something was wrong . He stopped, turned around and lowered his heard before he realized that her high heels were really tall . Her footsteps were really unstable . . . Without hesitation, Han Zhifan immediately picked up Cheng Weiwan . Back in his office, Han ZHifan placed Cheng Weiwan down on his sofa . Then he walked into the restroom and soaked and twisted a towel dry . When he stepped out of the bathroom, he handed it to Cheng Weiwan as if to signal her to use it to wipe her face . Cheng Weiwan had already stopped crying . When she took the towel, her lips moved, wanting to say thank you, but she couldn t make a sound . After she wiped her face clean, the handprint on her face cleared up . When Han Zhifan took the towel, his tightly sealed lips turned into a single line . Who in the hell hit you With her eyes lowered, Cheng Weiwan still didn t utter a world . Because Han Zhifan didn t know who it was, his heart felt even more stifled . He turned around and heavily hurled the towel into the sink and stepped out again . He wanted to open his mouth and ask again but before he could, the phone rang . The supper he ordered had arrived . He asked the first floor security guards to accept it on his behalf . After he hung up the phone, he was about to head downstairs to pick it up . All of sudden, his gaze accidentally swept past her ankle as he brushed past her body . He saw bloody marks above her high heels . His brows creased, and he stopped for a moment then walked over to Cheng Weiwan . Without saying a word to her, he bent down and grabbed her ankle then removed her high heels . There were several blisters on her fair feet . . . It was no wonder it was so difficult for her to walk when he pulled her up and walked off with her . . . Also, why did she walk so far in high heels The more Han Zhifan thought about it, the more annoyed he felt deep down . With a considerably calmer voice, he said, Wait here for me . I ll help you buy a pair of shoes . With that said, he glanced at Cheng Weiwan . He was afraid she would be bored all alone, so he grabbed the iPad on his desk and unlocked it . Then he placed it into her heads and got up . He grabbed his jacket, reached around for his pocket, and after he was certain his wallet was there, he left . Cheng Weiwan was the only one left in the office, so it was very quiet . Having argued with Cheng Weiguo, she wasn t in the mood to be entertained in the slightest . She leaned back into the sofa then stared at the millions of lights out of the tall windows in a daze as she stared at the night sky . After a while, she wanted to use the toilet, so she got up and walked bare footed into the restroom . When she re emerged and sat on the sofa, she accidentally sat on some kind of book . She shifted around and picked up the book . She held it in front of her eyes and finally realized it wasn t a book . It was a notebook . . . Is this a notebook Han Zhifan uses for work Cheng Weiwan didn t think too much about it and placed it on the coffee table before a photo slipped out from the notebook . . .
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