Cheng Weiwan replied softly: "Okay." ”

Han Zhihui didn't speak again, turned around, and walked towards the door with steps.

His pace was very slow, and when he took a few steps, his body shook a little, and he almost fell to his knees, but fortunately he reached out in time and held on to the wall, and after a while, he thought he had stabilized himself and raised his feet again, but he had not gone far before he crashed into the cabinet beside him.

The bedroom was dozens of square meters in size, and he stumbled for a long time before he walked out of the bedroom.

After closing the door, he squatted on the ground like a deflated balloon.

How so?

How did things come to this point?

She should be the person he hates, and what he did was for the sake of leaving, but in the end, it became a joke.

She loves him, she really loves him, but when he falls in love with her and wants to be with her, she can't be with him anymore.

But who can he blame, his happiness was torn apart by his own hands......

She said that she only wanted to leave him as soon as possible, that he had given her so much suffering, and that now, he was ...... What should he do? Do you really let her go? But let her go, what will he do in the future? If he doesn't let her go, what right does he have to keep her? Now he, let alone staying with him, I'm afraid that he won't have the slightest qualification to entangle her.

knew that things would turn out like this, he would not have treated her like that, nor would he abandon her after catching up with her, let alone force her to kill their children...... No, what's the use of him wanting more now? Time never goes backwards, and life never starts all over again, he loses her, that is, he loses her, the sins he creates, how painful the consequences are, he has to suffer.

Han Zhihui slowly closed his eyes, and a touch of wetness overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

……

Han Zhihui said that he would leave for a while, but Cheng didn't see him again, it was already one o'clock at night.

At that time, Cheng Weiwan had just fallen asleep when he was woken up by the doorbell downstairs.

Probably the housekeeper and the servants were asleep, no one went to open the door, Cheng Weiwan put on his coat and went downstairs, and when he opened the door, he saw Han Zhihui, who was drunk, and the driver who supported him.

"Miss Cheng, Mr. Han is drunk, and he keeps thinking that he wants to go back here......" The driver explained briefly to Cheng Weiwan.

Cheng Weiwan nodded lightly and let the door open: "You send him upstairs." ”

"Okay, Miss Cheng."

Han Zhihui was so drunk that he couldn't walk at all, and was almost forcibly dragged upstairs by the driver.

Several times on the way, the driver almost fell to the ground, but Cheng Weiwan, who was following him, helped him.

Putting Han Zhihui on the bed in the bedroom, the driver helped take off his shoes, and said goodbye to Cheng Weiwan.

Cheng Weiwan sent the driver downstairs, and when he came back, Han Zhihui rolled from the bed to the ground.

Cheng Weiwan stared at Han Zhihui for a while, and finally stepped forward, took the effort to feed, put him back on the bed, covered him with a quilt, Cheng Weiwan just lay down on the other half of the bed, Han Zhihui muttered in his mouth: "Water, water, water......"

Cheng Weiwan lay with his back to Han Zhihui for a while, but in the end he got up, went downstairs, and poured a glass of water back.

After taking care of Han Zhihui and drinking water, Cheng Weiwan put down the cup and did not lie back on the bed, but walked to the sofa, turned on the floor lamp, picked up the book he read during the day, and continued to read.