Compared with the time just now, Han Zhihui was still more merciless this time. When he finished, Cheng Weiwan was lying on the bed, not even a little bit angry. She was like a rag doll, looking blankly in her eyes. He touched the ceiling without moving.
Seeing Cheng Weiwan like this, Han Zhihui, who wanted to turn over and leave at the end, suddenly became quiet.
She looked very pale, and her face looked a little dull.
The wound on his forehead that had not yet healed was scratched at some point, and the skin was re-opened and bleeding.
Han Zhihui stared at the redness on her forehead and frowned inadvertently. He didn't understand what was wrong with him. His chest suddenly became so clogged that he couldn't help but hold his hands on both sides of her. He gripped the sheets tightly.
He didn't know how long he stared at her. At the end, a thought came up in his heart that he found incredible: he actually wanted to take her to the hospital to re-bandage the wound on her forehead...
Han Zhihui was startled by his own thoughts. He had not yet recovered. Cheng Weiwan, who was staring at the ceiling with unblinking eyes, slowly rolled his eyes twice and came to his senses. .
She met his eyes for a moment, and then she spoke: "Is it two days?"
Her words were a little sudden, and he couldn't keep up with the rhythm, so he instinctively replied: "What?"
"Can I stay with Hanhan tomorrow and the day after tomorrow?" She spoke in more detail. Seeing that his expression was still a little confused, she continued: "You said, one day at a time, twice just now, right? It means I can stay with Hanhan for two days..."
After hearing this, Han Zhihui finally understood what she meant.
This was indeed his suggestion, but when it came out of her mouth, it made him feel extremely harsh.
He no longer cared about the wound on her forehead. He pointed at the door fiercely, yelled "Get out" at her, turned over fiercely, and jumped off the bed.
His answer made Cheng Weiwan think that he had gone back on his word and would not let her see Hanhan. Without even thinking about it, she struggled to sit up from her bed and said, "You suggested it, and I agreed. You can't do it later." deny… "
It was okay that she didn't speak, but her opening made Han Zhihui want to overturn the table in front of him. He didn't wait for her to finish speaking, but he yelled angrily: "I told you to get out of here." , did you hear that? Get out of here!"
Cheng Weiwan seemed to be frightened, pursed his lips tightly, looked at him for a while, and then moved the corners of his lips again.
This time, she didn't even make a sound. He pointed at the door and said again angrily: "Give you one minute to disappear from my eyes. One more second and you will never see your son tomorrow." !”
Cheng Weiwan immediately got out of bed without saying a word.
Probably because he tortured her too hard, she walked with a limp.
When she passed in front of him, he saw a touch of red on the white sheets.
Where did the blood come from
Han Zhihui frowned, and based on the red marks on the sheets, he made a rough guess. He lowered his head and looked at Cheng Weiwan's lower body, and sure enough, he saw a trace of blood on her right thigh.
Was he just too rude? Did she get hurt there
As soon as this year crossed Han Zhihui's mind, his hand grabbed her wrist...
PS: What a scumbag Han Xiaojian! There are still 3 chapters left, I will probably update them in the morning and noon tomorrow~ I had something to do yesterday, I went out~ I came home late~ I will update another chapter to tell everyone, don’t stay up late waiting~ I still promise 4,000 words per day for the extra chapter~
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