Since when did she smile every time she saw him?

Han Zhihui thought about it for a while, but didn't remember what day it was, so he simply gave up.

Back in the upstairs master bedroom, Han Zhihui took off his suit and found a set of light-colored casual clothes to put on his body.

Before leaving the locker room, he picked up his changed suit and tried to get his phone and wallet out of his pocket, only to find a boxy box.

Han Zhihui paused for a moment and took out the box.

It was a bracelet he had just bought at the mall on his way home.

After he realized that today was her birthday, he didn't think about giving her a birthday present, but now that he bought it, he always had to give it away, right?

Han Zhihui pondered for a moment, put the box into the pocket of the clothes he was wearing, then quickly took out his mobile phone and wallet, threw the suit into the dirty clothes basket, and walked towards the bedroom door.

The door of the baby's room next door was not closed, and there was a faint sound of Cheng Weiwan's bedtime story coming from inside.

Her tone is very soft, which makes people feel extra comfortable to listen to.

Han Zhihui stood in the corridor and listened for a while, and a touch of enjoyment crept up on his eyebrows that he didn't notice at all.

Cheng Weiwan told Cheng Han two fairy tales, Cheng Han was not sleepy, and clamored to listen to the third.

After talking for a long time, his throat was inevitably a little uncomfortable, and Han Zhihui heard the sound of Cheng Weiwan's soft coughing voice, and couldn't help but raise his feet and walk towards the baby room.

He wanted her to go downstairs for a glass of water, and by the way, he took over her job of telling her son bedtime stories.

It's just that Han Zhihui walked only two steps towards the baby's room, and the voice of the housekeeper came from behind him: "Mr. Han......"

Han Zhihui stopped.

The housekeeper quickened his pace upstairs, and after a while, he walked up to him and shouted again: "Mr. Han......"

Han Zhihui didn't say anything, the housekeeper had been with him for many years, and from the housekeeper's demeanor, he could see that she had something to tell him.

The housekeeper heard the noise in the baby room, and glanced over there, Xu was afraid that the people inside would hear her talking, and then spoke in a very low voice: "Mr. Han, next Tuesday is Miss's death day, you go to see Miss's things, I will prepare them for you, or will you prepare them yourself?" ”

Miss's Death Day...... Detachment ......

Han Zhihui's face suddenly became a little condensed.

Time flies so fast, and it takes another year to leave him in the blink of an eye...... She has long since lost her bones, but the person who killed her is still alive in this world......

As soon as Han Zhihui thought of this, Cheng Weiwan's gentle laughter came from the baby room.

Han Zhihui's hand subconsciously clenched into a fist.

Not only did he kill the departed and did not receive retribution, but even his daughter lived in his house in good condition...... His home...... Still laughing...... Laugh......

Han Zhihui felt as if he had been hit on the head, accompanied by severe dizziness, and then his whole person woke up in shock.

In the recent period, he has been fascinated, or has he been enchanted, and he has been kind to the enemy's daughter again and again, as if he has forgotten that, the tragic death of the murdered person!

Annoyance and self-blame instantly engulfed Han Zhihui.

The housekeeper noticed that Han Zhihui's expression was wrong, and spoke cautiously: "Mr. Han? ”

Han Zhihui glanced at the housekeeper when he heard this, and his eyes were a little cold.