A Billion Stars Can’t Amount to You

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Cheng Han had an operation not long ago. After receiving a phone call from Han Zhihui's housekeeper, Lin Sheng had the first thought in his mind. What was wrong with Cheng Han.

While calling Dr. Luo, he turned around and ran towards Dr. Luo's house.

Arriving at the place where Dr. Luo lives, Dr. Luo who received Lin Sheng's call in advance, carrying the medicine box, was already waiting at the entrance of the community.

Dr. Luo got into the car without even wearing a seat belt, and Lin Sheng stepped on the accelerator.

As soon as the car drove into the courtyard of Han Zhihui’s villa, the housekeeper opened the door when he heard the butler.

The car stopped steadily, and Lin Sheng and Dr. Luo got out of the car almost at the same time. Neither of them paid attention to the butler's hello, entered the house one after another, changed shoes, and walked upstairs.

On the way to come, Lin Sheng told Dr. Luo his own guess, and both thought Han Zhihui was so anxious because Cheng Han.

So when they reached the second floor, the two of them walked towards the baby room.

It was just that the two had not yet reached the door of the baby room, and Han Zhihui heard the footsteps. Through the bedroom door that had not been closed, he rushed to the two who happened to pass by the bedroom door and said, "Here."

Lin Sheng and Dr. Luo stopped at the same time.

"What happened?" After hearing Han Zhihui's voice, Lin Sheng instinctively wanted to ask this sentence, but he hadn't had time to ask, and he saw that it was not too late to lie on the bedroom bed.

Lin Sheng shut up suddenly and swallowed back what he wanted to say.

Dr. Luo entered the bedroom, placed the medicine cabinet on the bedside table, and reached out to feel the pulse of Cheng Weiwei.

It wasn't until Dr. Luo gave Cheng Weiwei an injection and prescribed medicine. When he walked out of the bedroom, Lin Sheng, who was standing at the door of the bedroom, moved his body and let the door open.

Han Zhihui personally sent Dr. Luo downstairs and arranged for the butler to send him home.

Lin Sheng didn't follow, still standing at the door of the bedroom, staring at Cheng Wei who was lying inside.

It didn't take long for Han Zhihui to return.

Lin Sheng took a look at Han Zhihui. From the look of Lin Sheng, Han Zhihui knew that he had something to ask himself. Instead of talking to Lin Sheng in a hurry, he stretched out his hand, closed the bedroom door, and then pointed Pointing to the study, motioning Lin Sheng to come with him.

When he entered the study room, Han Zhihui pointed at the sofa. Before he even said the word "sit" to Lin Sheng, Lin Sheng, who closed the door of the study, opened the mouth first: "You are so anxious tonight I called because of her?"

Han Zhihui sat on the sofa and did not answer Lin Sheng’s question. Instead, he reiterated what Lin Sheng had just choked back: "Sit."

Lin Sheng did not sit, he stared at Han Zhihui and continued to ask: "Is it because of her?"

Han Zhihui dropped his eyelids.

"Han Zhihui..."

Lin Sheng spoke again, he just called Han Zhihui's name, and Han Zhihui said, "You are right..."

What Han Zhihui suddenly came up with had nothing to do with what Lin Sheng was saying. Lin Sheng said with surprise: "What?"

Han Zhihui lost his voice again.

Lin Sheng: "What do you say? What am I doing right?"

Lin Sheng saw that Han Zhihui still showed no signs, and his brows could not help but wrinkled. He, who had always been very impatient, just wanted to speak again, and Han Zhihui finally moved his lips again: "...I am not me anymore ..."

Lin Sheng couldn't understand it anymore, and his anxiety made him a little anxious: "What's with what? What are you not you? You are not you, who are you?"