Han Zhihui pinched the fingertips of the cigarette and couldn't help but increase his strength.

What's wrong with her? Actually taking medicine? Sick? In the past few days, he has seen her frequently, and he didn't see where she was uncomfortable?

Han Zhihui subconsciously turned his head, glanced at the messy bed behind him, and then his eyebrows slowly frowned.

He and she had just finished that meal, so she was eating ...... Afterthoughts?

If it weren't for Hanhan's accident, he wouldn't have wanted children so much.

In the past, when he was intimate with her, he didn't take measures, and he went with a revenge mentality of letting her get pregnant and then beating her off.

But the few times he and her, he didn't have such thoughts, but it should be the habit he left behind, which made him forget to do contraception.

Afterwards, she remembered to take medicine, which was a good thing, after all, after making a mistake, it was inevitably troublesome......

It's also strange to say, he has become a stranger lately, not like himself at all, many things about her, what happened as he wanted, but he didn't have the slightest joy and lightness, but some of them were indescribably dull and depressed.

It's like at this moment, she took the aftermath medicine, he should be relieved, but he was a little irritable that he couldn't say.

She was afraid that she would have another child and be even more involved with him, so she took the aftermath medicine, right?

Han Zhihui raised the cigarette to his mouth, took a hard breath, and with the beautiful smoke, it came out of his nose, and he saw her standing downstairs for a while, raising her feet, taking rickety steps, and walking in the direction of the entrance of the community.

She walked slowly, as if she would fall to the ground at any moment.

Han Zhihui looked at her departing back, suddenly stopped spitting out cigarettes, and was stunned.

It wasn't until her figure disappeared from view that he blinked his eyelids and came back to his senses.

It was late at night, he was the only one in the apartment, and the surroundings were exceptionally quiet.

In the silence, he could hear his own heartbeat.

After an unknown amount of time, he clearly understood a message from the beating of his heart: when he was watching her leave just now, he was worried about her, worried that she would fall, worried that she would not be able to get home safely in such a state, and worried that she would pass out on the ground halfway through......

She is the daughter of the murderer, how can he worry about her...... He should hate her, hate her!

The more she thought about it, the more panicked Han Zhihui became, she didn't know what she was afraid of, his fingertips trembled, and the cigarette fell straight to her feet.

He thought, he couldn't think like this anymore, this was a torture for him, he should go find a few friends, get together, eat, drink and have fun, and throw everything about her out of his mind!

Thinking about it, Han Zhihui raised his feet, stepped on the cigarette at his feet, and then turned around and went into the bathroom, took a bath, changed clothes, and called his fox friends and dog friends who were fooling around on weekdays one by one with his mobile phone, while looking for the car keys, slowly and leisurely shook out of the apartment, went downstairs, drove the car, and drove outside the door of the community.

When the fourth call was made, Han Zhihui happened to drive out of the door of the community.

With one hand at the wheel, he turned, walked along the empty street, and stepped on the accelerator.

The phone was connected, and a friend's sleepy voice came from inside: "Young Master Han, call in the middle of the night, what's the matter?" ”