Han Zhihui was only two meters away from Cheng Wei, but she didn't react in the slightest, as if she didn't notice anyone approaching at all. Fastest updates

Han Zhihui didn't bother her silently, just stood at the door of the bathroom, staring at her quietly.

After I don't know how long, he saw her fingertips, wrinkled from the long flush.

He thought of what the butler had said to him when he went upstairs.

Isn't it, no one interrupts her, and she will keep it like this, indefinitely?

Han Zhihui stared at Cheng Weiwan's wrinkled white fingertips for a moment, and finally couldn't help it, took a step and walked behind her.

He was so close to her, and she still didn't react.

Han Zhi returned to his voice: "Cheng Weiwan, what are you doing?" ”

As if she was unaware of everything around her, she still hung her head and repeated the action of washing her hands over and over again.

"It's not too late?" Han Zhihui shouted Cheng Weiwan's name again, and after seeing that she still didn't react, he stretched out his hand and grabbed her arm.

Someone touched her, but she hesitated for about half a minute before she raised her head very slowly.

Through the mirror in front of him, Han Zhihui saw that her pupils were empty and did not have any focus.

In his memory, her eyes were very beautiful, calm like a calm sea, beautiful and charming, giving people a very serene contagion. Now, he could no longer find such an amazing feeling in her eyes, but her lifeless gaze at this time was like a sharp dagger, stabbing into his heart.

Han Zhihui's breathing was suffocated, and he instinctively frowned.

Cheng Weiwan didn't see Han Zhihui's expression change at all, and even she paused in her thoughts about who touched her, and after a while, she realized that someone had touched her arm, and then she slowly turned her head, followed Han Zhihui's hand holding her arm, and moved up little by little towards Han Zhihui's arm, and finally met Han Zhihui's eyes.

As if she didn't know him, her expression was still dazed.

Touching her gaze, Han Zhi suppressed the pain in his heart and spoke up again: "I'll use a bathroom." ”

His voice made Cheng Weiwan know that it was Han Zhihui standing in front of her, and she subconsciously lowered her eyes and withdrew her gaze from looking at him.

She stood still for a moment, then turned and walked out of the bathroom as if she had realized what he had just said.

Coming out of the bathroom, Cheng Weiwan was no longer in the bedroom.

Walking out of the room, Han Zhihui pushed open the door of the baby's room next door.

Cheng Han was still sleeping, and Cheng Weiwan sat on the chair next to the bed, guarding Cheng Han.

This time, she didn't notice his approach, as she had just been in the bathroom, he pushed the door open, and walked only two steps into the room, and she turned her head to look at him.

She didn't speak, and quickly looked away.

Han Zhihui didn't say a word, walked to the side of the bed, stared at Cheng Han on the bed for a while, and then gave a look to the little nanny on the side, signaled her to leave, then bent over and sat down where the little nanny was originally sitting.

Han Zhihui and Cheng Weiwan sat face to face across the crib.

The two of them didn't talk much, and the room was a quiet mess.

But not long after, Cheng Han woke up.