A Billion Stars Can’t Amount to You

The housekeeper didn't have time to speak this time, so he heard Han Zhihui's voice again: "Leave?"

The housekeeper responded. Han Zhihui whispered these two words three times in a row, but it was not meant to be heard for himself.

She closed her lips that she was about to open and swallowed back what she was about to say.

Han Zhihui, who was standing with her back to her, looked out the window for a long, long time, and spoke again, but this time the tone of his mouth was no longer an interrogative sentence: "Leave..."

His voice was very soft, but she still heard it, and his voice was trembling.

The butler's heart seemed to be irritated by some kind of pain.

She knew that Han Zhihui was sad. She wanted to comfort him, but she didn't know how to comfort her.

The room was quiet, and she kept silent, but she clearly saw that as time went on, his shoulders shuddered slightly.

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After Cheng Weiwan left, Han Zhihui felt that the time seemed to be stretched indefinitely, and it was extremely slow, but even so, unconsciously, summer turned into autumn.

On the last day at the end of September, Han Zhihui and an old customer who had known each other for many years had an appointment for afternoon tea.

The old customer will go to school at four o'clock to pick up his son just last year, so he left early.

Han Zhihui was in the teahouse, and he stayed alone for half an hour before checking out.

At the entrance of the tea house, a few ginkgo trees were planted, and all the leaves became golden yellow, and the wind blew through, with rustling leaves, floating down from the world.

Han Zhi looked up and stared at the falling leaves for a while before he remembered that he had also visited this tea house a few days before she left his villa. At that time, all the ginkgo trees It’s still lush. Now again, the leaves are all yellow, and she has moved away from his villa... It turns out that she has changed the season from her departure to the present. After careful calculation, it seems that she left him forty. It's been a few days...

Han Zhihui was on the roadside for a long time before he drove back home.

It's still early and dinner is not ready.

When the housekeeper saw him coming back, he immediately stepped forward and helped him to take his slippers.

After changing the shoes, Han Zhihui handed the jacket to the butler, almost subconsciously, he blurted out the sentence: "Han Han?"

After questioning, he saw that the butler's expression was not right, only to realize that Han Han followed her for many days, but every time he came back, he still couldn't get rid of this problem.

Han Zhi looked back, hooked his lips with a bit of sarcasm, waved his hand, beckoning the butler to step back, and then took a step and went upstairs.

The decoration in the bedroom hasn't changed, but he pushed open the door and looked at the empty room, his heart was empty.

I went to the dressing room and changed my home clothes. He went to the baby room next to it. She didn't take away everything he had prepared for Han Han, and the housekeeper hadn't packed it up. It was the same as when Han Han lived before. The neatly placed, even in the toy room, Han Han's favorite toys, the servants will clean up once a day, even after he came back from a business trip, he also brought new toys, just left aside, no one unpacked.

Just standing at the door of the baby room for a while, Han Zhihui felt that his chest was badly blocked.

When he entered the study, he smoked several cigarettes, and his chest was sullen before he barely dissipated a lot.

She has clearly left him for more than a month, but why can't he get out?

PS: This chapter is not updated, write 8000 words during the day~It’s too late, everyone go to bed early~~