A Billion Stars Can’t Amount to You

"I know, I promise I won't hurt you, thank you, thank you..." Cheng Weiwan said several thanks.

The butler bowed his head unbearably, sighed slightly, and then pointed in the direction of the inpatient building, one with the way Cheng Weiwan passed by.

Before both of them had time to lift their feet, Han Zhihui, who was not far away, suddenly cleared his voice.

The figure of the housekeeper was obviously stiff. After about ten seconds, she slowly turned her head and looked at the sound source.

When touching Han Zhihui's face, the housekeeper subconsciously lowered his head and shouted in a false voice: "Mr. Han."

Han Zhihui stared at the two people without speaking, and after a while, he stepped towards them.

As he approached, the butler's legs shuddered in fright.

When Han Zhihui stood in front of the housekeeper, the housekeeper instinctively said: "Mr. Han, I..."

Han Zhihui didn't wait for the housekeeper to admit his mistake, but he said in a cool tone: "You go up."

"Yes." The steward didn't dare to stay for a moment when he heard this, carrying things picked up from the house and leaving quickly.

After the housekeeper ran into the inpatient building, Han Zhi didn't care about it. It was not too late to stand beside him. He raised his feet and walked towards the inpatient building.

"Han Zhihui..." Cheng said late.

Han Zhi returned to deaf ears, and he didn't hesitate.

Cheng Weiwan hurried to catch up all the way: "Han Zhihui!"

Han Zhihui seemed to want to get rid of her, aware of her approach, his pace accelerated a lot.

Worried that Cheng Han’s schedule was not too late, she could not care about the others. She reached out her hand without thinking and pulled Han Zhihui’s arm: “Han Zhihui, you let me see...”

"I said, don't let it!" Han Zhihui didn't wait for the journey before it was over, so he violently spoke out.

With his words, he subconsciously wanted to shake the arm she was holding, but just started the movement, and his mind suddenly flashed the shocking wound at her temple, and he was nothing else. The idea, the movement of flicking the arm, stopped suddenly.

I don’t know if he was frightened by his voice, or if she was afraid that he would throw her down on the ground again, he felt her body tremble fiercely, grasping the strength of his arm, and obviously reduced it a lot.

She seemed to release him, but she still didn't release him.

He could feel that she was a little scared of him because of her voice, being very careful: "...As long as you let me see Hanhan, you can let me do anything, as long as I see Hanhan with my own eyes, all right, I can leave Beijing, I..."

Han Zhihui heard another familiar irritability in his heart. He didn't wait for her words to finish, and then he said: "Don't waste your energy, I said I won't let you see your son, and I will never let you see his son!" "

Having finished speaking, Han Zhihui took his arm away and walked away.

Back in the ward, Cheng Han was still asleep.

When the housekeeper saw that Han Zhihui came in, the whole person obviously became a little uneasy. She thought that Han Zhihui would scold herself fiercely. Unexpectedly, Han Zhihui just threw the sentence "No example" and went to the bed and stared. Cheng Han looked at it.

Until the night came, Cheng Han's high fever finally showed signs of retreating.

The nurse and the housekeeper had been worried all day, and then I remembered to prepare dinner.

The housekeeper bought the dinner. Because of Cheng Han’s better turn, she had a little bit of joy in her eyebrows before she walked out of the ward, but when she came back carrying the dinner, she became a bit worried.