chapter 62

When the doorbell rang for the first time but no one came to open the door, Huo Xichen comforted herself: she had just come down from the buffet and must change into more comfortable clothes. She should be in the room and couldn't hear it.

After the doorbell was rang for the second time and no one answered the door, Huo Xichen began to feel anxious, but he still comforted himself: Is it possible to wash clothes while changing clothes? If so, it is normal not to hear the doorbell.

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Ten minutes later, the doorbell was rang for the fifth time, but still no one answered.

Huo Xichen was completely panicked.

Are you really angry?

This seems to be different from what he imagined...

He had never seen Jiang Weicheng jealous for him, and he couldn't even imagine it. That's why he wanted to see her like a ghost just now, but in the end he only saw her angry look.

What's so interesting about her angry look? Haven't you seen enough of her before?

He knocked on the door twice and called her name in a pitiful voice. He shouted several times but was afraid of disturbing the guests in the next room, so in the end he could only take out his cell phone to send her a message.

——Chengcheng, don’t be angry. It’s my fault for not telling you earlier. Angel is not my friend. She is related to me by blood.

——Do you remember what I told you last time I had a video chat with you in the UK? I said that I met a person and his family always came to me and wanted me to meet him.

——I don’t want her to call me brother, because I don’t think she is my family. Pure blood relationship does not mean that she is family. To me, you and Qu Si’en are family...

——Chengcheng, I was wrong, I want to hug you now... [Well-behaved and cute bear Tiantian]

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He leaned against the door panel and sent messages word by word, but he sent many messages, but there was no reply from her.

He waited outside the door for an hour, but there was still no movement inside the door, and there was no reply on his phone.

Huo Xichen tapped his forehead with his knuckles, almost regretting that his originally beautiful night was ruined by himself.

He recalled his actions just now, and realized that if it were him today, seeing her letting another man get close to her without explaining anything to him, he would have been furious by now.

He was already so angry just imagining his own mood in the same scene, so was she as angry as him now?

He was hesitant to ask room service to open the door for him, but when he looked up, he saw a slender figure walking slowly from the other end of the corridor.

"Chengcheng?" Huo Xichen was surprised and happy, "So you're not inside. I thought you didn't open the door for me on purpose..."

Jiang Weicheng stopped and chuckled softly.

She is not stupid. She left the buffet without eating much. Of course she went to eat somewhere else as soon as possible.

"What are you doing standing here?" She took out the key card from her handbag and asked, "Give me a moment."

He stepped aside and said, "I don't have a room card." He lowered his voice, sounding a little pitiful.

Jiang Weicheng ignored him, clicked the door card, and with a beep, the door opened. Huo Xichen wanted to step forward, but was stopped by her cold glance: "Go and get a room again."

"I was wrong, Chengcheng, don't be angry." Seeing that she wanted to enter the room alone, he stepped forward and held the door with his hands, "Did you read the message I sent you? That girl is related to me by blood.

She is my biological sister."

He actually resisted this word, but at this moment he felt that only this word could make her not angry.

"So?" He had seen his news a long time ago. If it weren't for this, she wouldn't even want to talk to him. "Because she is a biological sister, can she use it to test me?"

"No temptation!"

"No?" She raised her eyebrows and looked at him.

"It's not a test." He pursed his lower lip and looked down at her, his eyes full of tenderness and helplessness. "I just want to know if you will be jealous because another girl is close to me."

Even though he has grown into a young man now, such a pitiful expression of innocence and helplessness still doesn't feel out of place on this beautiful and delicate face, and it even has a touch more softness and sexiness than when he was a teenager.

Temptation. Temptation. Power.

However, Jiang Weicheng was completely unmoved and pushed against the door without letting go: "Stop acting, it's neither cute nor handsome."

Huo Xichen:......

It was simply a critical attack.

"Last time at the airport, I said that I would try to make you jealous next time. You clearly agreed that time and said you would wait." He tried to reason with her.

Jiang Weicheng looked at him with a half-smile: "So, I'm scolding you now?"

"without……"

"I won't talk to you or pay any attention to you?"

"No...but I know you are angry."

"I didn't scold you, nor did I ignore you. I also allowed you to see me angry as you wished. What else are you dissatisfied with?"

Jiang Weicheng looked at him in confusion, "Isn't this what you expected?"

"I'm not looking forward to it, I don't like this at all."

"Don't look forward to it?" She raised her eyebrows, her clear brown eyes showing no emotion at all, "Whether you look forward to it or not, like it or not, you have to be responsible for the decisions you make and the things you do.

A little, I taught you, right?"

"I admit it. I admit all of this. You can be angry, scold me, or even not reply to my messages, but you can't deny me entry into the room."

His fingers against the door were long and slender, and it looked like he wasn't exerting much force, but in fact she couldn't close the door at all.

In fact, if he insisted on coming in regardless, she couldn't stop him.

Thinking of this, Jiang Weicheng withdrew the strength from her hand: "Want to enter the room?" She showed a faint smile, "Then come in."

Ten minutes later, Huo Xichen was sitting on the sofa in the living room, leaning there with his forehead propped up, a look of despair on his face.

On the other side of the sofa, there were pillows and quilts, which she had taken out of the room not long ago. The meaning was obvious. She let him enter the room, but he didn't want to think about the bedroom. He would just sleep on the sofa for the next few days.

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Huo Xichen looked at the closed bedroom door diagonally opposite, tapped his forehead with his fingertips, and sighed sadly.

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That night, Huo Xichen opened the door of the room no less than six or seven times with excuses such as getting clothes, a hair dryer, pouring water for her, getting a razor, asking if she was hungry and wanted a midnight snack... and so on.

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The first two times, Jiang Weicheng responded aloud, and then she ignored him. The last time, she just said something coldly, saying that if he scratched the door again, she would give him the suite and she would go elsewhere.

Get a room.

So, Huo Xichen finally stopped fussing and went to sleep on the sofa quietly.

The next day was the highlight of the trip: the finals and awards ceremony.

The final venue will be in the performance hall of the hotel, and all contestants will enter the venue at 1 p.m.

In the morning, Huo Xichen ordered dinner and came to the room. When he knocked on the bedroom door this time, the door opened quickly. When he saw the person, he hugged her and buried his cheek in her neck to absorb her breath.

"I didn't sleep well all night. It's so cold on the sofa and I can't hold you. It feels so uncomfortable..."

What he said was pitiful, helpless and miserable, but unfortunately she didn't accept this trick at all. It's been so many years, let alone immune, she can even act it out.

She patted his back to indicate that she was hungry and wanted breakfast.

Huo Xichen thought that since she was willing to let him hold her, everything would be fine, but during the entire breakfast time, she didn't even look at him or say a word to him. She concentrated on eating her breakfast and replying to work messages from time to time.

He went back to his room and put on a black slim-fitting suit. When he came out with his tie, he couldn't help but say: "I'm in the finals today."

She was sitting on the sofa replying to the message. When she heard this, she raised her eyes and glanced at him: "So?"

He came to her and squatted down: "Can you stop being angry? Or wait until the finals are over before continuing to be angry?"

"Then why do you think I let you into the room yesterday?" If it hadn't been for the competition, she would have kicked him and asked for a room last night.

What's not easy to try? Will she get jealous if I try anyway?

She almost believed it yesterday. Even though she knew it was her sister now, the scene of the two of them getting close last night still made her very uncomfortable.

Jiang Weicheng tapped the screen of her phone with her fingertips. Only now did she realize that possession, desire, and desire do not differentiate between men and women.

She took the tie from his hand and motioned for him to come over. Huo Xichen's eyes lit up and he immediately supported the sofas on both sides of her and leaned over.

Jiang Weicheng raised the collar of his shirt and slowly began to tie his tie: "I never told you how He Wen and I broke up, right?"

The man who was about to get close to her and kiss her twice was stunned. He seemed confused as to why she suddenly mentioned that person.

He hadn't seen He Wen for a long time since he went to England. In his impression, the man who was a thing of the past had already disappeared from their lives and would never come out to bother him again.

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"Why do you ask this suddenly?" He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at her, a little unhappy, but at the same time, he also had a bad feeling.

His intuition was right.

"At that time, he always had a close relationship with his female friends in front of me, telling me that they were just friends, hugging each other, holding arms... all kinds of close and intimate contact. I later proposed to break up."

She looked at him and deliberately emphasized the last sentence.

Huo Xichen:......
To be continued...