As He Jichen finished speaking, Han Zhihui suddenly placed the goblet heavily on the coffee table.
He Jichen frowned and turned to look at Han Zhihui in confusion: "What's wrong?"
Han Zhihui said nothing, but his eyes looking at the goblet became a little fierce.
Cheng Weiguo... Even if these three words turned into ashes, he could still recognize them.
He would never forget what dirty and despicable things that well-dressed man had done!
It turns out that the girl he noticed today who seemed to make him feel very comfortable was Cheng Weiguo's daughter
I heard that Cheng Weiguo had such a daughter on his knees, and the baby loved her very much.
He Jichen frowned even more: "What happened?"
Han Zhi returned to his senses. He realized that he had lost his composure. He hurriedly suppressed the emotion in his eyes, raised his head, and smiled at He Jichen with the same gentle smile as before: "It's nothing, I was just shocked. I didn't expect that there would be such a lying person in your crew." The tiger hides the dragon!”
He Jichen believed Han Zhihui and said nothing more.
Han Zhihui saw that He Jichen's expression was as normal and he didn't notice anything strange about him. He calmed down and then lowered his eyes to cover up the uncontrollable emotions in his eyes.
Cheng Weiguo, Cheng is not late, Cheng is not late, Cheng Weiguo...
He recited the names of these two people several times in his heart, and at the end, he actually recited the words with gnashing teeth of hatred and cruelty.
In his entire life, he would never let Cheng Weiguo go, or in other words, he had been looking for an opportunity, an opportunity that would make Cheng Weiguo's life worse than death... Cheng Weiwan's appearance seemed to be his opportunity.
Thinking of this, Han Zhihui completely lost his intention to stay in He Jichen's room. "It's getting late. I'm going back to my room to rest."
He Jichen nodded slightly, leaving Han Zhihui alone, but the moment he stood up, he suddenly seemed to remember something and called Han Zhihui: "That's right."
"Huh?" Han Zhihui stopped all movements and looked at He Jichen.
He Jichen raised his head and drank all the red wine in the glass. Then he met Han Zhihui's gaze and said in a calm tone: "I have to stay on the set recently and can't get away, so I have something to do. , I need to ask you."
"Whatever it is, just say it."
"Go back to Beijing and help me check which hospital Ji Yi had an abortion three years ago..." In Ji Yi's room, he heard Qian Ge say that she almost died when she had an abortion four years ago. If it was like Qiange said, she hated him and didn't want his child, how could she be so sinister? Is there something hidden that he didn't know about
Thinking about it, He Jichen added: "Remember, I want the most detailed information."
"Okay." Han Zhihui agreed immediately. Seeing that He Jichen had nothing else to say, he said "goodbye" and left.
The door was gently opened and closed again, leaving He Jichen alone in the suite, which suddenly became extremely quiet.
He leaned against the sofa and sat for a long time. It wasn't until the sleep clock set on his phone rang that he got up and entered the bedroom.
Because his hand was injured, He Jichen went to the bathroom, washed himself briefly, and then lay down on the bed.
There was a hard object pressed under him, which made him feel a little uncomfortable. He frowned, stretched out his hand and took out the hard object. It was He Yuguang's cell phone.