Chapter 873 He Jichen, Let’s Have a Baby (42)

Besides, it was none of his business that she fainted. Someone would show up by her side anyway, take care of her, and take her away...

As this thought flashed through Han Zhihui's mind, the image of the man carefully picking up Cheng Weiwan, putting her in the car, and wiping away the water stains on her body flashed before his eyes. The corners of his lips suddenly pursed into a line. , deep in his eyes, there were two clusters of anger beating rapidly.

He recognized that man, the man who sent her home last night...

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Cheng Han still had a slight fever when he woke up the next morning, but the temperature was not that scary.

Ever since Han Zhihui returned to the ward last night, the atmosphere in the whole room had become particularly gloomy.

Neither the housekeeper nor the wet nurse dared to talk nonsense, and even walked carefully.

After finally enduring it until Cheng Han woke up, Han Zhihui's frozen face finally showed signs of thawing. The housekeeper and wet nurse secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and finally showed a relaxed look on their faces. In the end, within two minutes, he opened his eyes. Cheng Han opened his eyes and looked at the three people gathered beside the hospital bed. He rolled his eyes twice and said in a sweet voice: "Where's mom?"

Han Zhihui's original movement of reaching out his hand to touch Cheng Han's head suddenly stopped.

The expression on his face became cold again, and the air pressure in the entire room dropped to its lowest point again.

Neither the housekeeper nor the nanny dared to speak.

Cheng Han asked again: "Where is mom?"

Han Zhihui's eyebrows frowned.

The wet nurse was afraid that what Han Zhihui said would scare Cheng Han and make him cry, so she spoke first: "Mom will be here soon..."

As her words fell from her mouth, the wet nurse could clearly feel the breath of the man next to her becoming more and more permeable. She did not dare to move and could only keep looking at Cheng Han with a look on her face. With such a loving smile, he continued to speak bravely: "...Is the baby hungry? Let's drink some milk, okay?"

Cheng Han nodded obediently.

The housekeeper quickly handed over the bottle.

The nanny took it, picked up Cheng Han, and fed him with great care.

Although the two of them did nothing wrong, they were always uneasy in their hearts.

After drinking the milk, the nurse came over, gave Cheng Han a routine checkup, and administered a diaphragm injection before leaving.

Cheng Han started crying because of the pain. It was probably because he was seriously ill and had little strength, or it was probably because the medicine had taken effect. Cheng Han didn't make a fuss for long before he fell asleep again.

When Cheng Han woke up again, it was already afternoon.

Cheng Weiwan, who was carried away by a man last night, appeared downstairs again and had been standing for nearly two hours.

Just like when he woke up in the morning, the first thing Cheng Han said when he opened his eyes was to ask for his mother.

Half an hour ago, Han Zhihui found Cheng Weiwan standing downstairs with an ugly face. When he heard Cheng Han's words, his face was so gloomy that water could drip from his face.

Cheng Han, who couldn't see his mother, started crying again. The housekeeper and wet nurse were coaxing her anxiously, but Han Zhihui seemed not to hear, and stood by with a frozen face, indifferently.

I don't know if he was impatient because of Cheng Han's crying, but about twenty minutes later, Han Zhihui walked to the window.

Perhaps because he knew she was downstairs, out of habit, he subconsciously glanced at where she was.

She was alone just now, but at some point, there was another person beside her.