A Billion Stars Can’t Amount to You

Compared with the previous time, Han Zhihui still showed no mercy this time. When he finished again, Cheng Weilai was lying on the bed without any anger. She looked like a rag doll, staring blankly. The ceiling doesn't move at all.

It was not too late to see such a journey. At the end of the moment, Han Zhihui, who wanted to turn over and leave, suddenly calmed down.

She was pale, and her expression was dull.

The wound on the forehead has not healed, I don't know when it was rubbed, and the skin was broken again, and there was blood.

Han Zhihui stared at the blush on her forehead, his eyebrows frowned inadvertently, he didn't understand what was wrong with him, and his chest was suddenly blocked so badly that he couldn't bear even holding his hand on both sides of her. Hold the sheet tightly.

He didn't know how long he had been staring at her. At the end, he had a thought in his heart that he thought was unbelievable: he even wanted to take her to the hospital, bandage the forehead...

Han Zhihui was taken aback by his own thoughts. He didn't remember after all. He stared at the ceiling. His eyes didn't blink. It was not too late. He slowly rolled his eyes twice and recovered. .

She touched his eyes, and then she said, "Is it two days?"

She said something abruptly, he couldn't keep up with the rhythm, instinctively replied: "What?"

"Can I accompany Hanhan tomorrow tomorrow?" She made a little more detail. She looked at him with a puzzled expression, and then continued: "You said, once a day, just twice, isn't it? It means I can stay with Hanhan for two days..."

Hearing Han Zhihui here, she finally understood what she meant.

This was indeed his proposal, but what she said from her mouth made him feel very harsh.

He no longer thought about caring for the wound on her forehead. While pointing at the door fiercely, he shouted "roll" at her, while turning over fiercely and jumping off the bed.

His reply made Cheng Weiwei think he repented, and prevented her from seeing Hanhan. She didn’t think about it, so she struggled to sit up from the bed. “It’s your proposal, I promised, you can’t leave it later. recognize……"

It’s okay for her not to speak. Her opening made Han Zhihui want to overturn the table in front of him. He didn’t wait for her to finish, so he yelled angrily, “I’ll let you go , Have you heard? Get me off!"

Cheng Weiwan seemed to be frightened, pursing his lips tightly, looking at him for a while, and then moving the corner of his lips again.

This time, she didn't even make a little noise, he pointed to the door, and violently made another noise: "Give you a minute to disappear from my eyes, an extra second, you want to see your son tomorrow !"

Cheng Weiwan didn't say a word and got out of bed immediately.

Probably he was too cruel to toss her, and she limp in walking.

As she passed in front of him, he saw a touch of red on the white sheet.

Where is the blood?

Han Zhi frowned, and based on the red marks on the bed sheet, he judged a rough look. He looked down at Cheng Haiwei's lower body and saw a trace of blood on her right thigh.

Was he just too rude? Hurt her there?

As soon as this thought crossed Han Zhihui's brain, his hand grabbed her wrist...