"It's true!" Cheng Han was afraid that Cheng Weiwan would not believe it, so he nodded heavily, and then suddenly seemed to have been greatly wronged, flattened his mouth, and opened his mouth pitifully again: "Mom, don't you want Hanhan anymore?" ”

Tong Yan Wuji's words poked Cheng Weiwan's heart with a sharp pain, she barely maintained the relaxation on her face, and deceived Cheng Han softly: "How come?" How could my mother not want Hanhan! ”

"Then why hasn't my mother come to see Hanhan for so long?" Where does Cheng Han know what to look at, naturally he can't see Cheng Weiwan's difficulties, he raised his little face and continued to ask innocently. Lewen

She couldn't have told him that his father wouldn't let her come to see him...... Cheng Weiwan could only smile on his back, thinking of excuses indiscriminately, and then lied to Cheng Han: "Mom has been a little busy recently, some time ago, she was not feeling well and was sick, so she couldn't come to see Hanhan until today." ”

"Mom, are you still uncomfortable?" Cheng Han asked with a wink, stretched out his white and tender little hand, and touched her forehead like Cheng Weiwan just now.

In this world, I'm afraid that only Hanhan will care so much about her, right?

Cheng Weiwan was both moved and sad, she squeezed out a warm smile hard, and shook her head at Cheng Han: "Mom is not uncomfortable." ”

Cheng Han immediately smiled with crooked eyebrows, he leaned in front of her as he usually did when he was with Cheng Weiwan, kissed her on the cheek, and then asked again as if he thought of something: "Mom, do you miss me?" ”

Cheng Han didn't wait for Cheng Weiwan to speak, so he continued: "Mom, I miss you so much, Mom, can you take me home......"

Cheng Weiwan's eyes were red, and tears welled up again, she hurriedly turned her head, stared at the window and pressed the sourness under her eyes, before turning her head and looking at Cheng Han with a smile and opening her mouth: "Mom also wants to be Hanhan, I miss ...... very much."

She could only give half of Hanhan's words back, because the latter half of the words, she was afraid that she would not be able to do it in her life.

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Because of Cheng Weiwan, Cheng Han has to do everything to Cheng Weiwan, and he doesn't need the housekeeper and nurse to interfere at all.

On weekdays, Cheng Han is either crying to find his mother, or he doesn't speak, but today Cheng is not late, and Cheng Han talks a lot.

Cheng Weiwan hadn't seen Cheng Han for a long time, although she was exhausted by Han Zhihui last night, and she was tired and uncomfortable now, she still held on and chatted with Cheng Han.

In addition to chatting with Cheng Han, when the housekeeper and the nurse interjected, Cheng Weiwan would answer with a light smile.

Even when the housekeeper and the nurse were talking, she would look at them politely.

Only Han Zhihui, who was sitting on the sofa next to her, didn't even glance over there, even when Han Zhihui spoke, she looked at Cheng Han quietly as if she hadn't heard it, helping him fix his hair for a while, and helping him hand over toys for a while.

For lunch, the housekeeper instructed the servants of the house to prepare and bring it over.

Cheng Weiwan personally fed Cheng Han, and after eating, Cheng Weiwan played with Cheng Han for a while before lulling him to sleep.

Only then did the housekeeper speak softly and greeted Cheng Weiwan: "Miss Cheng, come and eat something." ”

Cheng Weiwan heard the housekeeper's words, turned his head to look at the dining table, and when he saw Han Zhihui, who had just moved his chopsticks, he almost didn't think much about it, and immediately shook his head: "No need, I'll go out to eat later......"

Han Zhihui frowned, ignored the housekeeper and Cheng Weiwan who were talking, continued to hold the bowl, and took a sip of soup.

"I specially instructed the servant to prepare your meal, and besides, the food outside is not clean, and it will be wasted if you don't eat......" the butler continued.

Cheng Weiwan really didn't want to sit at the same table with Han Zhihui to eat, she shook her head again, and before she could say the words of refusal, Han Zhihui, who was sitting at the dining table, suddenly slammed the chopsticks in her hand on the table, and looked at the housekeeper angrily: "Is this home my decision or you?" Did I ask you to prepare her meals? I lost it when I couldn't finish eating! ”

ps: Today's Kawen, I've been writing for a long time~ There are still 4000 words in the evening~ I wrote 200 more in the last chapter~~~ to apologize~ Everyone remember to vote for the monthly ticket on the next page~Love you~