I Want To Move In Next Door
Chapter 904 - 902 Which One You Like Exploded, That One Exploded (2)

Chapter 904: Chapter 902 Which One You Like Exploded, That One Exploded (2)

Xia Wan’an: "..."

"Or did C explode?"

Xia Wan’an: "..."

"Or maybe S exploded, after all the first letter of ’handsome’ is S. Or... K exploding is fine too..."

Watching Han Jingnian act like he was making perfect sense with his assertions, Xia Wan’an: "......" Sorry to disturb, she must have gone crazy to discuss such things with a straight man made of steel!

Xia Wan’an: "Mr. Han, as you please. If you want to let yourself explode by B, then let B explode! Of course, if you want to let C explode, you can let C explode too. After all, with 26 English letters, whichever you like to explode, just let it explode!"

Han Jingnian: "..."

Han Jingnian: "I choose A to explode!"

Because I listen to you, you call the shots.

...

An evening full of stimulation and danger had almost exhausted all of Xia Wan’an’s physical and mental energy. When she returned home, she ordered takeout, took a bath first, and after coming out, the takeout had just arrived. She devoured her meal hungrily, then rushed into the second bedroom and fell onto the bed, fast asleep.

Ten minutes after she entered the bedroom, the door to the study opened, and Han Jingnian came out.

He pushed open the door to the second bedroom, glanced at the girl sleeping on the bed, then silently closed the door, went to the master bedroom to change clothes, grabbed the car keys, and left.

Arriving at the underground parking garage, Han Jingnian got into his car and made a call on his mobile phone to Zhang Te, who was soaking up UV rays daily in Tibet: "Did you find him?"

"Found him, Boss Han, at the 101 Clubhouse..."

After telling Han Jingnian the news he needed, Zhang Te was just about to ask if Han Jingnian could come back when the call was ruthlessly hung up.

Putting down the phone, Han Jingnian buckled his seatbelt with one hand, steered with the other, and sped out of the underground parking garage.

The roads were unusually smooth late at night, and in just twenty minutes, his car steadied at the doorstep of the 101 Clubhouse.

Han Jingnian tossed his car keys to the security guard at the door, indicating him to help park the car, then entered the clubhouse lobby.

The clubhouse operated on a membership system, and all the staff knew Han Jingnian. As he walked in, everyone greeted him: "Mr. Han, hello."

Unchanged in expression, Han Jingnian responded to the greetings: "Where is Chi Yao? Which room is he in?"

"In Qing Song Pavilion."

Getting the answer, Han Jingnian headed straight for Qing Song Pavilion confidently.

"Mr. Han, are you looking for President Chi? If so, I can call him first for you. It might not be convenient this way..." A staffer, seeing Han Jingnian’s determined mood to get through, hurried after him.

"Mr. Han, Mr. Han..."

Han Jingnian ignored the staffer’s anxious attempts to stop him, reached the door of Qing Song Pavilion, and directly kicked it open.

"Who is it? Who the fuck kicked my door, ruining my good time!" Along with Chi Yao’s angry shout, two women’s panicked screams could also be heard from inside.

Han Jingnian stepped inside; as the floor was carpeted, there were no footsteps.

Only when Han Jingnian appeared in front of Chi Yao’s bed did Chi Yao stop cursing, smiling apologetically while hurriedly picking up clothes and clumsily pulling them on: "Jingnian, it’s you?"

As he spoke, Chi Yao shooed the two half-dressed women beside him: "Go on, get out!"