Chapter 265 There Is No Justice, only You Are Wrong and She Is Right (10)

Cheng Weiwan squatted on the ground, holding tweezers and scissors, and quickly removed the remaining glass fragments in He Jichen's palms.

Then, Cheng Weiwan took a few cotton balls, dipped them in alcohol, and began to disinfect and apply medicine to the wounds on He Jichen's palms.

Her series of actions were done smoothly. Han Zhihui, who was sitting next to him and chatting about business on his mobile phone, accidentally glanced at the movements of her fingertips. Then his attention was attracted and he stared at Cheng Wei. Wan Fei quickly looked at his white, slender hands that were busy.

It wasn't until Cheng Weiwan simply bandaged He Jichen's wounds and started packing the medical kit that Han Zhihui's eyes slowly moved up from her fingertips along her sleeves and landed on her face.

She has good facial features, fair complexion, and a quiet demeanor... No matter how she looks, she makes people feel comfortable.

Han Zhihui couldn't help but pay attention to it for a while. It wasn't until the cell phone in his palm kept ringing "ding dong ding dong" that he looked back, lowered his head and continued to get down to business.

"Be careful not to get your hands wet. I've put this ointment here for you. Remember to apply it." After packing his things, Cheng Weiwan stood up and said quietly to He Jichen while carrying the medical kit.

He Jichen said softly "Hmm" and said nothing.

Cheng Weiwan whispered "goodbye" and walked away.

When she passed by Han Zhihui, Han Zhihui couldn't help but lift his head from the phone screen and glanced at Cheng Weiwan.

Cheng Weiwan seemed to have noticed Han Zhihui's gaze. Looking towards him, the two people's eyes met. Cheng Weiwan did not dodge, but raised his lips at Han Zhihui politely. , just passed by him, and left He Jichen's suite with a leisurely pace.

It was not closed, and only Han Zhihui and He Jichen were left in the room.

Han Zhihui continued to work on his phone for a while, then put it down and turned to look at He Jichen.

The man leaned on the sofa in a very posture, with his head raised, staring at the ceiling without knowing what he was thinking, and he looked a little entranced.

Han Zhihui stared at He Jichen and said nothing. He stood up and walked to the water bar nearby, opened a bottle of red wine, poured two glasses, returned to the sofa, and placed one of the glasses in front of He Jichen.

The glass wine glass touched the marble table, making a very clear sound, which disturbed He Jichen who was calm. He sat up slightly, glanced at the goblet in front of him, stretched out his hand, and picked it up.

Han Zhihui sat down, swung the glass, took a small sip of the wine, then tilted his head, stared at He Jichen for a while, and suddenly smiled and asked: "Brother Chen, is it because of her? "

He Jichen did not stop moving the wine glass to his lips, but turned his head slightly and glanced at Han Zhihui.

"During the four years of college, you would be at BJ on the 18th of every month. After graduation, you gave up your great prospects and came to BJ with unlimited scenery. "Three Thousand Idiots" was divested. You would rather regress and lower your profits than let me Contact you with new investment, even if you don’t make a profit, you still have to film this drama. It’s all because of her...because of the injured second female lead tonight, right?”

He Jichen, whose thoughts were revealed with one glance, suddenly stopped drinking.

Han Zhihui knew He Jichen very well, and he knew that his subtle actions meant that he had guessed everything right.

He no longer aggressively asked about He Jichen's personal affairs. Instead, he held the wine glass, took two more sips of wine, and said something else: "Brother Chen..."