Chapter 893: He Jichen, Let's Have a Child (43)

It was the man who carried her away last night, and the man who sent her home the night before.

didn't know what the man said, Cheng Weiwan raised his head and smiled at him, and then the man reached out and touched Cheng Weiwan's forehead.

Seeing this scene, Han Zhihui squinted his eyes, and his hands in his trouser pockets involuntarily clenched into fists.

Probably feeling the temperature, after a while, his hand was withdrawn from her forehead, and then he spoke to her again, as if he was persuading her to do something, she didn't speak, just shook his head at him, he probably saw that the persuasion was not moving, opened the bag he was carrying, took some food and handed it to Cheng Weiwan, and then stayed by his side, stared at her After eating, he took a bottle of water that had been unscrewed in advance and handed it to Cheng Weiwan.

When Cheng Weiwan was drinking water, the man took out a packet of medicine and handed it over.

Cheng Weiwan should have said "thank you" to the man, took it, raised his head and swallowed the medicine into his stomach.

The man did not leave in a hurry, but continued to stay by Cheng Weiwan's side.

Although it rained last night, the weather today is exceptionally good, the sun is shining, and the whole city is warm.

As time passed, the sun gradually went down, probably because the temperature outside became lower, and the man took off the coat he was wearing and draped it on Cheng Weiwan's body.

Cheng Weiwan not only did not refuse, but turned his head and smiled at the man again.

I don't know what exactly they have to talk about, but all in all, they talked eloquently.

The afterglow of the sunset, sprinkled on the two people, revealed a bit of warm taste.

Han Zhihui, who was standing in front of the window and staring at the two of them for a long time, suddenly felt that the picture was a little dazzling.

He felt as if he was angry, but not like he was angry, because he couldn't figure out his mind for a long time, and his mood became irritable again, and he touched the cigarette case on the windowsill and went into the bathroom.

It wasn't until a box of cigarettes was smoked that Han Zhihui came out of the bathroom.

He was covered in the smell of smoke, so he didn't go to Cheng Han's side, but walked to the balcony again.

As the sun sets, night falls, the street lights of the hospital are lit up, and the two people downstairs are still chatting.

But this time, Han Zhihui didn't look at it for too long, the man took out his mobile phone from his pocket and walked to the side to answer the phone.

In about half a minute, the man hung up the phone and turned back to Cheng Weiwan.

It was Cheng Weiwan who opened her mouth first, and after she finished speaking, the man nodded, and then said another word to her, she happened to be the opposite of the man's reaction, but shook her head slightly.

Although Han Zhihui couldn't hear the conversation between the two people, from the reactions of the two people, he could vaguely tell that they were saying goodbye.

He guessed correctly, about half a minute later, the man left, leaving Cheng Weitai alone.

When the man was there, Cheng Weiwan looked no different from the one she in Han Zhihui's memory, but after the man left, he didn't know if he was sensitive, he found that Cheng Weiwan's whole person became stupid, and he stared at a place from time to time for a long time.

The night gradually deepened, and Cheng stayed downstairs without the slightest sign of leaving.

On the night before the summer solstice, the temperature was a little low, and Han Zhihui, who had excellent eyesight, could see that Cheng Weiwan's body was shivering from the cold.