They surrounded me right after the breakup.

clap clap clap!

Boom boom boom!

Song Wanning banged on the door so hard that the sound echoed throughout the corridor.

The waiter who had just left peeked out from around the corner.

The guests in the two rooms next door also quietly pushed open their doors a crack.

The elderly French man, wrapped in a bathrobe, poked half his head out, mumbled a word in French, and then closed the door.

Jiang Han had just returned to the hotel less than two hours earlier.

After a brief respite following the first round of self-defense counterattacks, they have just launched a second fierce offensive.

This event is historically known as the Normandy landings.

The sudden knocking startled him.

It wilted instantly.

No one could withstand such stimulation!

The twins raised their heads at the same time, their long, golden-white hair rubbing messily against the pillow.

"Darling, what happened?"

Jiang Han didn't have time to answer; he himself was also confused about the situation.

An unnamed anger surged up from my chest.

I'll knock your mom's head off!

Jiang Han slammed his fist into the mattress.

Why knock at this particular time of year?

No man can tolerate being forcibly interrupted while casting a spell.

If it were a staff member of the Ritz Hotel, this feud would be over.

Jiang Han stood up from the bedside, cursing, and pulled a bath towel from the headboard to wrap around his waist.

The knocking continued unabated.

dong dong dong-

Jiang Han didn't care whether people outside could understand him or not, and shouted gruffly at the door.

"Here they come! They're in such a hurry to be reincarnated!"

The knocking stopped as he shouted at the door.

He walked to the door and peered through the peephole.

One glance was enough to leave him completely stunned.

Through the cat's eye, you can see Song Wanning's face up close, right next to the cat's eye.

Jiang Han opened the door, and the door slammed against the wall with a loud bang.

"Are you fucking crazy?!"

He didn't have the habit of indulging women.

No matter how beautiful you are, you still have to be criticized.

Is this how you handle human affairs? Can't you try to put yourself in someone else's shoes?

Song Wanning remained unmoved.

He stood at the door without saying a word.

His eyes were fixed on Jiang Han, scrutinizing him from head to toe.

Her gaze slid from his chest to the towel around his waist, then back to his face.

"What are you doing?"

"Who I do is none of your business."

Jiang Han spoke sharply, and the veins in his neck throbbed faintly.

Song Wanning knew she was asking a question she already knew the answer to.

Bringing back two twins, are they supposed to play cards with everyone?

They'll definitely be doing things that adults like to do.

She could picture the scene inside the house without even using her brain.

Having twins must be awesome, right?

Song Wanning's eyes twitched uncontrollably.

The next second, without any warning.

She lunged forward and hugged Jiang Han tightly with both arms.

With her left hand gripping the edge of the towel behind his back, she wrapped her right hand around his waist.

I wish I could melt myself into Jiang Han's body.

Jiang Han reached out and grabbed Song Wanning's shoulder, pushing her away from his embrace.

He is 186 cm tall and has a robust build.

Song Wanning's slender frame was no match for his shoving.

He stumbled, lost his balance, and fell to the ground.

But she didn't cry, nor did she lie there looking wronged and motionless.

It bounced up from the ground the moment it hit the ground.

He rushed towards Jianghan again and hugged her with all his might.

The fingernails scratched across her back, digging deep into her flesh and leaving red marks.

"Are you fucking crazy?!"

The twins in the inner room heard the noise at the door.

She peeked out, wrapped in a bathrobe.

The two stood barefoot at the bedroom door.

They glanced at the conflict at the door and immediately made their guesses.

The face of an Asian woman.

It must be that Mr. Jiang's real girlfriend has come knocking on his door.

They play the roles of the lovers who get caught having an affair in the movie.

So-called romance is nothing more than a love triangle between men and women and physical needs.

Isabella spoke first: "Mr. Jiang, why don't you go and keep Madam company?"

"My sister and I are fine here."

"It's getting late, it's time to rest."

"Yes, you guys chat, we're getting tired."

After saying that, the two of them moved back from the door frame in perfect unison, and even thoughtfully handed Jiang Han his clothes.

Jiang Han grabbed Song Wanning's shoulders with both hands and pushed her in front of him.

He looked down and scrutinized the woman in front of him.

Her long hair was disheveled, and her lips were dry, cracked, and peeling.

A female celebrity who was once completely subdued by herself.

Gone was the timidity of the past; instead, a faint smile could be seen on the corners of his mouth.

Jiang Han suddenly felt something was wrong.

Song Wanning's appearance hasn't changed, but her state of mind is different now.

Same facial features, same body shape.

However, his overall demeanor underwent a complete transformation.

Does this mean women have a two-stage process?

Shen Qingning became Little Mango after the breakup.

She went from being a high-and-mighty female celebrity to a woman who willingly looked up to him.

What is Song Wanning's current situation?

Do you want to transform too?

Do people with the character "Ning" in their names all like to be special?

That's enough.

You can't keep fighting with a mentally ill person.

After all, we're abroad; if something goes wrong, it'll be troublesome.

Jiang Han's connections and network are mostly within China.

Living in Paris, he had nothing to rely on except money.

Jiang Han turned around and shouted towards the bedroom.

"You guys rest first, see you later."

Claudia's voice came from behind the door.

"Okay, Mr. Jiang, good night!"

Jiang Han held the clothes in one hand, but Song Wanning blocked his attack fiercely.

"Let's go to your room."

The two walked through the corridor.

The French waitress from earlier was standing at the corner of the corridor.

Seeing the two come out of the room, he quickly went to greet them.

She didn't look at Jiang Han, but walked straight up to Song Wanning.

"Ma'am, do you need any help?"

The waitress's gaze lingered on Song Wanning's face.

She looked like she had been bullied.

Then look at the man behind him, a tall guy over 1.8 meters with muscles all over his body.

The whole corridor heard the pushing motion at the door.

Jiang Han spat inwardly.

Damn it, I'm being treated like a bad guy.

To outsiders, it would probably look like a burly Asian man bullying a weak woman.

"I'm fine, thank you."

Song Wanning replied in English.

The waitress was skeptical, so she leaned closer and whispered in her ear.

Are you sure, ma'am?

"Please let me know if you need any help."

"Really, thank you for your concern."

After Song Wanning finished speaking, she wrapped her arms tightly around Jiang Han's arms and pressed her face against his shoulder.

Seeing this action, the waitress didn't say anything more.

But she didn't leave; she stayed by his side until the two reached Song Wanning's room door.

She even stood at the door for quite a while before turning to leave.

Before leaving, the waitress told her colleague on duty on the floor about the situation.

The safety of our guests is always the hotel’s top priority and cannot be taken lightly.

If there is any further movement, notify security immediately.

Jiang Han leaned against the door and rubbed his temples.

孽 孽!

Why can't I understand why Song Wanning was sent to pick up Xiao Xiao?

I'm afraid it might have damaged her brain.

In China, Song Wanning responded to the ban warning by immediately kneeling down without the slightest hesitation.

She would comply with any conditions you set.

She poured the wine when she asked, and served the food when she asked.

This guy's got a stubborn bone now, not even a few oxen could pull him back!