Han Zhihui was a man after all, and he was angry again at this time, his strength was much greater than usual, even though Cheng Weiwan had already used the strength of his whole body, he couldn't move at all. @樂@文@小@说|

She was already worried about Han Han and was in a hurry to find the child, but now seeing Han Zhihui controlling her words, the whole person was suddenly annoyed to the extreme, so that no matter how she struggled, she couldn't break free from Han Zhihui's restraint, but looked at Han Zhihui, whose face was a little distorted because of anger, and suddenly stopped struggling.

The red eyes and the light refracted by her eyes became a little cold, "You don't need to kill me!" ”

The tone of her voice was very soft, but it made the angry Han Zhihui suddenly quiet down.

His eyebrows frowned slightly, and then he turned his gaze to Cheng Weiwan's eyes.

In his impression, she has always been gentle and indifferent, as if she has never had a temper, but at this moment, as if she has changed a person, the eyes that look at him are cold and cold, and there is a resolute hatred.

"If I really can't find Hanhan, I won't be alive myself without you killing me!"

Her tone was very firm, without the slightest hint of joking, and Han Zhihui heard Han Zhihui's hand pinching Cheng Weiwan's neck, trembling suddenly, almost losing her strength and letting go of her neck.

Cheng Weiwan was immersed in her thoughts, she didn't notice Han Zhihui's reaction at all, she looked at him directly, and her eyes became colder and colder, but under her eyes, a layer of mist appeared: "If Hanhan is really gone, I really won't live......"

The tone in which she spoke again this time was still very decisive, but in the end, there was a thick sadness that could not be dissolved, which permeated her body, and as her voice settled, there was this tear, which rolled down from the corner of her eye, along her cheek, and smashed heavily on the back of his hand.

Han Zhihui's heart seemed to be stabbed by something sharp, and suddenly set off a dull pain.

The pain, the heart-rending pain, the pain of the teeth and claws, was more painful than when he received the phone call and rushed to the hospital in a hurry, and saw the departure lying on the operating table and in a pool of blood.

At that moment, Han Zhihui forgot his anger, forgot what he wanted to say, and forgot to squeeze Cheng Weiwan's neck, or let go of her neck, his whole person seemed to be petrified, standing in place blankly, looking at Cheng Weitai, who didn't move for a long, long time.

The picture seemed to freeze the frame, and neither of them spoke again.

I don't know how long it took, but the phone rang in the room.

Han Zhihui came to his senses, he blinked his eyes, and after a while, he reacted that his mobile phone was ringing, he let go of Cheng Weiwan's neck, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, glanced at the caller ID, and saw that it was the phone at home, and hurriedly pressed answer.

It was the housekeeper who called, and his voice was obviously much more relaxed: "Mr. Han, I have found the little master." ”

"The little master fainted behind a cluster of flowers in the garden, and everyone went back and forth several times, but they didn't see him, and finally the nurse found him."

However, after reporting the good news, the housekeeper's voice lowered again: "However, the current situation of the little young master is very bad, the fever is amazing, the nurse called an ambulance as soon as she found out, and the doctor who came over said that the little young master's heart is a little weak, and the situation is very tricky." ”