A Billion Stars Can’t Amount to You

As He Jichen's words settled, Han Zhihui suddenly placed the goblet heavily on the coffee table.

He Jichen frowned, turned his head and looked at Han Zhihui wondering, "What's wrong?"

Han Zhihui didn't speak, staring at the goblet, but became a little harsh.

Cheng Weiguo... Even if these three words turned gray, he could recognize it.

He will never forget, what a dirty and cheap thing that well-dressed man did!

It turned out that the girl he noticed today that looked very comfortable to him was Cheng Weiguo's daughter?

I heard that Cheng Weiguo had such a daughter at his knees, and the baby loved it so much.

He Jichen's frowning was even worse: "What's wrong?"

Han Zhi returned to his mind. He realized his gaffe and quickly squeezed the emotions under his eyes. He looked up and smiled at He Jichen as always, "Nothing, I was shocked. I didn't expect it to be so lying in your crew. Tiger Hidden Dragon!"

He Jichen believed in Han Zhihui and did not speak again.

Han Zhihui watched He Jichen's expression as usual. He didn't notice his own strangeness and settled down. Then he lowered his eyes to cover his uncontrollable and tumbling emotions.

Cheng Weiguo, Cheng Weiguo, Cheng Weiwei, Cheng Weiguo...

He repeatedly read the names of these two people several times in the bottom of his heart, and finally read the hatred and cruelty of his teeth.

In his whole life, it is impossible to let go of Weiguo, or he has been looking for an opportunity, an opportunity that can make Cheng Weiguo die better than death... Cheng Weiwei's appearance seems to be his chance.

Thinking of this, Han Zhihui completely lost the meaning of continuing to stay in He Jichen's room, "It's not too early, I went back to my room to rest."

He Jichen nodded slightly and did not leave Han Zhihui, but at the moment he got up, he suddenly seemed to remember something, and shouted Han Zhihui: "Yes."

"Well?" Han Zhihui stopped all movements and looked at He Jichen.

He Jichen looked up, drank the red wine in the glass, and then greeted Han Zhihui’s gaze, said in a faint tone: “I’m going to stay in the crew recently, I can’t pull it off, so there is something , I need to please you."

"What is it, you just say it."

"You come back to Beijing and check for me. Which hospital did Ji Yi perform abortion surgery three years ago..." He heard Qiange said in Ji Yi's room that she almost died when she performed abortion surgery four years ago. If, as Qiange said, she hated him and refused to ask for his children, how could it be so dangerous, could it be that he didn’t know the secret?

Thinking, He Jichen added a sentence: "Remember, I want the most detailed situation."

"Okay." Han Zhihui agreed, and he saw that He Jichen had nothing else to ask, and he said "goodbye" and left.

The door was gently opened and closed again, leaving only He Jichen's one-person suite, suddenly quiet.

He leaned on the sofa and sat for a long time until the sleep clock set on his phone rang, before he got up and entered the bedroom.

Because of a hand injury, He Jichen went to the bathroom, simply washed it, and lay down on the bed.

He pressed a hard object under him, and was a little uncomfortable. He frowned and reached out to touch the hard object. It was He Yuguang's mobile phone.