A Billion Stars Can’t Amount to You

After stopping the car, Han Zhihui glanced at the villa courtyard through the window.

It was too late, and the people living inside should have fallen asleep. There was no other light except for a wall light at the door.

Withdrawing his sight, Han Zhihui wanted to step on the accelerator and leave, but the soles of his feet seemed to be controlled. He couldn't help it. He struggled for a moment and finally gave up, then touched a cigarette from the side and dropped the window. , Pumped up.

When he reached the third cigarette, he turned his head and looked at the villa again through the smoke.

He seemed to be caught in some kind of entanglement, staring at the villa with his lips open, his eyes blinking for a long time, and then suddenly extinguished the smoke, pushed the car door, got off, and walked towards the courtyard of the villa .

The whole world is quiet, the sound of his footsteps is particularly clear.

Going to the door of the house, entering the password, Han Zhi returned to change his shoes, and walked upstairs lightly.

In the baby room, the nanny was sleeping with Cheng Han.

Han Zhihui stood at the door for a little while, gently pulled the door, and then stared at the direction of the master bedroom for a while, then raised his foot and walked slowly over.

He rushed toward the door of the master bedroom, raised his hand, and finally fell back.

He turned and faced the direction of the stairs.

He moved his foot slightly and stopped again. He seemed to have been acupunctured. He stood still for a while without moving. After all, he turned around, extended his hand, and slowly opened the door.

The bedroom was a complete mess.

Han Zhihui borrowed a sleeping lamp from the bedside table and saw the two-meter-wide bed, empty, and nobody at all.

In the middle of the night, Cheng didn't sleep late, where did he go? Or maybe she no longer lives here?

Han Zhihui frowned slightly, and unconsciously exited the room. He wanted to go to the housekeeper to ask for a clear answer. However, as soon as he turned around, he heard a familiar and broken sobbing sound, which pierced his ears.

His body stiffened and he subconsciously paused, and then he heard the sobbing sob again, his hand slammed into a fist.

He turned his back to the bedroom and stood for a while before slowly turning around and looking at the sound source.

It is a balcony.

The curtain was pulled and she was blocked by the curtain, no wonder he didn't see her.

Han Zhihui struggled for a while, and then swallowed a spit, still striding and walking towards the balcony.

Lifting the curtain, he saw her nesting on the window sill at a glance.

She should be afraid of crying loudly, biting the back of her hand hard, with big tears on her cheeks, rolling down continuously.

She didn't know whether it was cold in the middle of the night, or whether she was crying too sad, her neck shrunk, her body trembling constantly, and she looked pathetic.

Han Zhi returned to his heart, as if grabbed by something, he almost bent down.

Before he understood it himself, his hand had gently pushed open the glass door of the balcony.

She didn't find him until she walked up to her, and she raised her head afterwards, looking at him.

Her eyes were very red and swollen, her eyes were full of tears, and there were still tears on her face.

Han Zhihui's hand clenched into a fist, exerting more strength.

She reacted a little slowly, and it took a while to recognize him, and her eyes were visibly frightened and guarded.

She probably knew that she was crying. After realizing that he was back, she instinctively lowered her head, but just after her movements reached the general level, Han Zhihui extended her hand, grabbed her arm, and pulled her off the ground. , Pulled into his arms.