Cheng Weiwan squatted on the ground, holding tweezers and scissors, and quickly cleaned up the remaining glass fragments in He Jichen's palm.

Then, Cheng Weiwan clipped a few cotton balls, dipped them in alcohol, and began to disinfect and medicate the wound in He Jichen's palm.

Han Zhihui, who was sitting on the side and chatting about business on his mobile phone, inadvertently glanced at the movements of her fingertips on the way, and then her attention was attracted to the past, staring at Cheng Weiwan's white and slender hands that were busy quickly.

It wasn't until Cheng Weiwan simply bandaged He Jichen's wound and began to pack up the medical kit that Han Zhihui's gaze slowly moved up from her fingertips along her sleeves and landed on her face.

The facial features are good, the complexion is fair and tender, and the demeanor is quiet...... How comfortable it looks.

Han Zhihui couldn't help but pay attention to it for a while, until the mobile phone in his palm rang non-stop, he took his gaze back, lowered his head and continued to get busy.

"Be careful not to get your hands wet, I put this ointment here for you, remember to take the medicine." After packing up his things, Cheng Weiwan stood up and said quietly to He Jichen while carrying the medicine box.

He Jichen let out a light "um" and didn't speak.

Cheng Weiwan whispered "goodbye" and walked away.

When she passed by Han Zhihui's side, Han Zhihui couldn't help but raise his head from the mobile phone screen and glanced at Cheng Weitai.

Cheng Weiwan seemed to notice Han Zhihui's gaze, looking at him, the eyes of the two people touched together, Cheng Weiwan didn't dodge, he politely hooked his lips at Han Zhihui, brushed his side, and left He Jichen's suite calmly.

didn't close it, only Han Zhihui and He Jichen were left in the room.

Han Zhihui continued to be busy with his mobile phone for a while before putting down his mobile phone and turning his head to look at He Jichen.

The man leaned back on the sofa with a very posture, tilted his head, staring at the ceiling and not knowing what to think, looking a little distracted.

Han Zhihui stared at He Jichen twice, didn't speak, got up and walked to the water bar on the side, opened a bottle of red wine, poured two glasses, turned back to the sofa, and put one of them in front of He Jichen.

The glass wine glass touched the marble tabletop, making a very crisp sound, which disturbed He Jichen, who was calm, he sat up a little straighter, glanced at the goblet in front of him, stretched out his hand, and held it up.

Han Zhihui sat down, shook his wine glass, drank a small sip of wine, then tilted his head, stared at He Jichen for a while, and suddenly hooked his lips and asked with a smile: "Brother Chen, is it because of her?" ”

He Jichen didn't stop handing over the wine glass to his lips, but he tilted his head slightly and glanced at Han Zhihui.

"In the four years of college, you will be in Beijing on the 18th of every month, after graduation, you will put down your great prospects, come to Beijing with unlimited scenery, "Three Thousand Idiots" was withdrawn, you would rather regress and lower your profits, but let me contact you for new investment, even if you are not profitable, you have to shoot this drama, all because of her...... Because of the injured female number two tonight, right? ”

He Jichen, who was pierced through all his thoughts at a glance, stopped drinking suddenly.

Han Zhihui knew He Jichen too well, and he knew that such a subtle move by him meant that he had guessed all right.

He didn't aggressively ask He Jichen about his private affairs, but took a wine glass, continued to drink two sips of wine, and said something else: "Brother Chen......"