A Billion Stars Can’t Amount to You

The butler was so scared that he stepped back and dared not speak again.

Han Zhi had no trouble but the housekeeper. He dropped the sentence "I will prepare it myself" in a very cold tone, and lifted his chin, signaling the housekeeper to leave first.

The butler didn't stay for a while, and after seeing Han Zhihui's gesture, he fled downstairs as soon as he slipped away.

In the baby room, there were Cheng Han's laughter from time to time, and Cheng Weiwan's spoiled words came out with a smile.

The scene that Han Zhihui had just enjoyed, at this moment, was like a sharp dagger, poked in his heart, and it made his chest feel dull with pain.

He wasn't listening much, and soon turned around and entered the study.

He was holding the bracelet bought in the mall in one hand, holding a cigarette in the other, standing in front of the window, staring at the night outside the window, and standing dull for a long time until the lights of the surrounding villas went out one by one. Han Zhihui put the bracelet back in his pocket, left a cigarette **** of various lengths, and left the study.

Pushing the bedroom door open, Cheng was still awake and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the phone.

She heard the door push, looked up, and looked at the door. It was Han Zhihui. Her expression did not appear as before, showing resistance and panic, but she did not show how intimate, but she was very alienated. Politely raised his lips at him.

On the bedside table next to her was a bowl of wine-stuffed rice balls, which should be a midnight snack prepared by the housekeeper.

Maybe it was because the room was too quiet, or maybe she watched him glance at the rice dumplings. When he walked to the bed, she pointed to the rice dumplings and asked him softly, "Do you want to eat? I Go ahead and give you a bowl?"

She will take the initiative to speak to him, as if it is a phenomenon that only happened in these two days...

Reason tells Han Zhihui not to answer Cheng Cheng too late, but in action, Han Zhi Hui did not speak, but shook his head at Cheng Weiwan.

When Han Zhihui returned his gaze, he saw the phone number of "Dad" on the screen of his mobile phone that was not lit up late.

Dad... Cheng Weiguo? Is she going to call her father?

Han Zhihui frowned slightly, and saw that there were a series of outgoing calls in the dial-out records, all made today, from twelve noon to now, some were separated by an hour, and some were separated by two hours .

Han Zhihui's fingertips flicked instinctively, and his lips tightened.

Cheng Weiwan saw Han Zhihui shaking his head without saying anything, staring down at the screen of his phone for a while, and then called Cheng Weiguo again.

Seeing this scene, Han Zhihui swallowed hard with a spit, turned and entered the locker room.

When he changed clothes, Cheng Weiwan put his mobile phone in his ear, wondering if it was connected, listening to Cheng Weiguo, or whether the phone had not been connected yet.

Han Zhihui didn't stay in the bedroom for a second, took the key that was thrown on the dressing table, and strode meteor away from the villa.

It wasn't until Han Zhihui stepped on the accelerator and Biao was far away from the villa that Cheng didn't take the phone off his ear.

No one answered...

From noon to now, she made at least ten calls. Not only did her father not answer her calls, she didn't even give her a call back.

In fact, she hasn't called her father for a long time. The reason why she called today is because today is her birthday... She didn't expect her father to remember her birthday, but she wanted to listen to the voice of her loved ones on this day. ...