Cheng Weiwan whispered back: ~щww~~lā"
Han Zhihui said no more, turned around, and walked towards the door.
He walked very slowly. After a few steps, his body swayed and he almost fell to his knees. Fortunately, he reached out his hand in time and held on to the wall. After a while, he thought he had stabilized his body. , raised his feet again, but not far away, he bumped into a cabinet nearby.
The bedroom was only a few dozen square meters in size. He stumbled and walked for a long time before walking out of the bedroom.
After closing the door, he squatted on the ground like a deflated balloon.
how so
Things have developed to this point, how could they become like this
She should obviously be the one he hates. What he did was all for separation, but in the end, it turned into a joke.
She loved him, she really loved him, but when he fell in love with her and wanted to be with her, she couldn't be with him anymore.
But who can he blame? His happiness was torn apart by his own hands...
She said that she just wanted to leave him as soon as possible. He had given her so much pain, and now, he... what should he do? Do you really let her go? But if he lets her go, what will he do next? But if he doesn't let her go, what qualifications does he have to keep her here? Now, let alone staying, he is probably not even qualified to pester her at all.
If he had known that things would turn out like this, he would never have treated her like that, nor would he have abandoned her after catching up with her, nor would he have forced her to abort their child... No, he thought now No matter how many you don’t know, what’s the use? Time will never go back, and life will never start over again. He lost her, even if he lost her, he would suffer the consequences of his sins, no matter how painful the consequences were.
Han Zhihui slowly closed his eyes, and a touch of moisture overflowed from the corners of his eyes.
…
Han Zhihui said he would leave for a while, but it was already one o'clock in the night when Cheng Weiwan saw him again.
At that time, Cheng Weiwan had just fallen asleep when he was woken up by the sound of the doorbell downstairs.
The housekeeper and the servants were probably asleep, and no one opened the door. Cheng Weiwan put on his coat and went downstairs. When he opened the door, he saw Han Zhihui, who was very drunk, and the driver who was supporting him.
"Ms. Cheng, Mr. Han is drunk and keeps thinking about coming back here..." The driver explained briefly to Cheng Weiwan.
Cheng Weiwan nodded lightly and opened the door: "Send him upstairs."
"Okay, Miss Cheng."
Han Zhihui was so drunk that he couldn't walk at all, and the driver almost forced him to drag him upstairs.
Several times along the way, the driver almost fell to the ground, but Cheng Weiwan, who was following him, helped him out.
After placing Han Zhihui on the bed in the bedroom, the driver took off his shoes and said goodbye to Cheng Weiwan.
Cheng Weiwan sent the driver downstairs, and when he came back, Han Zhihui rolled from the bed to the ground.
Cheng Weiwan stared at Han Zhihui for a while, and finally stepped forward, put him on the bed again with great effort, and covered him with a quilt. Lying down, Han Zhihui muttered: "Water, water, water..."
Cheng Weiwan lay with his back to Han Zhihui for a moment, but finally got up, went downstairs, and came back with a glass of water.
After taking care of Han Zhihui to drink some water, Cheng Weiwan put down the cup and instead of lying down on his bed, he walked to the sofa, turned on the floor lamp, picked up the book he had read during the day, and continued reading.