eSeeing more and more people looking this way, Song Qiao's face darkened as she proactively took his arm. "Let's go," she said, "My parents want to introduce you to some people." 。Jiang Qi Feng glance..."My gosh, I'm going to faint! I didn't expect Zehan to be so handsome!"

"Ah ah ah, my husband, I'm here!"

"...".

Those female fans were just too crazy, they rushed over directly and even bumped into Xiangwan, pushing her aside.

"Hiss—"

A-wei's foot was forcefully stepped on, the pain causing her to sharply gasp for air.

"Ms. General, are you alright" Mi-lin reached out to help her up, a concerned look in her eyes.

"It's fine."

向晚 barely managed to keep her footing.

"While Marilyn frowned, a hint of displeasure in her eyes, “The airport service lately has been getting worse and worse. I'll definitely have to complain about them properly another day!”

Wa waited in silence.

At that moment, those female fans surrounded a man, exclaiming in surprise.

"Ahhh, Zehan, you're so handsome~"

"Honey, please accept my gift."

"Honey, please sign this for me!"

"...."

Seeing those female fans escort Ye Zehan out of the airport, Xiang Wan's brows furrowed.

"Is he a star" Xiang Wan asked in a low voice.

"Well," Milin nodded, "He's apparently a new star who just became popular recently. He's pretty handsome, and he's already gained a lot of fans."

After all, the "handsome mature man" style is quite popular recently, and Ye Zehan just happens to fit that bill. Plus, he even started a cosmetics company, which has earned him the love of many female fans.

Upon hearing this, Hualian's brow furrowed.

That's how it is.

If that's the case, then Ye Zehan is really quite excellent.

However, I don't have much to do with her.

Towards Evening didn't say much, she turned and left the airport.

……

At the same time, after saying goodbye to his fans, Ye Zehan got into a car and returned to the hotel.

The partner was waiting for him at the door, personally greeted him as he got out of the car, and hurriedly opened his mouth respectfully to remind him, "Mr. Ye, we are so honored that you are here. We have already prepared a presidential suite for you."

"Thank you."

Ye Zehan nodded slightly, and then he took a step towards the presidential suite.

Looking at his departing figure, the partner's eyes deepened, and he hurried to catch up, patiently reminding him,

Mr. Ye, tomorrow is the day we're scheduled to discuss our cooperation. I have already sent you the shooting prices. I believe you have a general idea of the costs in mind.

"What do you think, price isn't an issue, just agree to…"

At his words, Ye Zehan's footsteps came to a halt. He turned his head and looked at him, "I said, I only look at ability when accepting advertisements, there's no need to bribe me with money, understand"

The partner listened, a hint of awkwardness flashing in their eyes. "Understood,"

Ye Zehan made no further stops, and directly ascended the stairs.

He came to the presidential suite, and as soon as he opened the door, "drip" with a soft brush, the door was opened.

But he didn't expect that there was another woman standing in the suite.

A woman in a red nightgown, holding a glass of red wine, a faint smile on her lips, said, "Zehan, you're back"

"Milan"

When Ye Zehan saw him, his eyebrows furrowed. "How did you get here"

"Well, not welcome" Milan stepped forward and stood before him, tilting her head up slightly, gazing at him with gentle eyes.

"No."

Ye Zehan looked at her, a hint of tenderness in his eyes. He spoke in a low voice, "I'm very glad you came, but the journey was too far. Please don't take such risks next time."

"No." Milan reached out and hugged him tightly, pressing her face against his chest. She spoke from the heart, "Zechan, I miss you so much."

Ye Zehan gently patted her shoulder, listening to Milan talking about missing her own family. He didn't feel a single bit moved.

Until Milan rose onto her tiptoes, ready to kiss his lips.

Seeing her like this, Ye Zehan's brows furrowed, and a feeling of disgust arose in his heart. He turned his head away, avoiding her touch.

Milan missed a chance.

"Zehan, why would you do this" Milan bit her lip, a tinge of pain flashing in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," Ye Zehan apologized softly. "It's getting late, you should go back to rest."

"Ye Zehan!" Milan looked into his eyes, filled with fury. "Why would you do this Have I already failed to capture your attention"

"Milan, don't think like that."

"Why, after all these years, do you still refuse to touch me" Milan glared at him. "Am I not alluring enough"

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

It's been a year, she's tried every method.

Ke Ye Zehan would always retract all of his rationality at the most critical moment, refusing to touch her even a little!

"Milan, I'm tired," Ye Zehan gently stroked her shoulders, his tone laced with a hint of displeasure. "Go back to sleep obediently, okay"

His low voice was deliberately heavy with emphasis!

While Milan's heart still held a hint of resentment after hearing his words, she could only grit her teeth and suppress the thought.

"Alright, I agree." Milan nodded.

After she finished speaking, she picked up her bag from the sofa and turned to leave.

As she stepped out of the hotel, she gritted her teeth in anger once more.

She originally planned to seize this opportunity to become Ye Zehan's woman completely, so as to avoid any unforeseen circumstances happening overnight. However, she never expected that Ye Zehan would be so difficult to deal with.

In the hotel, Ye Zehan stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his slender fingers holding a cigarette. His gaze swept across the front, his eyes slightly narrowed.

How could he possibly not see Milan's intentions!

But every time he wanted to get intimate with Milan, the face of a woman would suddenly pop into his head, so familiar, yet he couldn't remember who she was.

This has happened many times before.

That woman's face seemed to be etched into his mind, driving all his thoughts and actions, causing him to stop involuntarily.

Who...who is this woman!

Ye Zehan couldn't remember. Once he tried hard to think about it, his head would buzz loudly and painfully.

……

The next day.

Like usual, A-Wan woke up early. She put on her workout clothes and went for a few laps in the garden across from the hotel, running until she was slightly sweaty. Then, she went to the hotel restaurant for breakfast.

She also learned to love sports from He Hanchuan.

Before He Hanchuan, he would insist on going for a run every morning. After he left, Xiang Wan also insisted on doing so.

Coming into the restaurant,向晚 carried her breakfast back to her seat and was about to eat.

At that moment, a familiar figure suddenly flashed past her.

Like.

That figure looked just like He Hanchuan!omical way and whispering coquettishly, "Why don't you stay here with the Iceberg I'll go have dinner with Xiang Wan first"She blinked her eyes repeatedly, stealing nervous glances at He Hanchuan eve...