Chapter 932 I Have a Condition (8)

As soon as this thought passed through Han Zhihui's mind, his hand grabbed her wrist.

When he touched the softness of her skin, he realized belatedly that he had done something without realizing it.

What was he grabbing for? Want to help her check whether her injury is serious? But didn't he just hope that she would have a bad life? Whether she was seriously injured or not, what the hell did it have to do with him?

While Han Zhihui cursed in his heart that he was a lunatic, he slowly relaxed his grip on Cheng Weiwan's wrist.

When his fingertips were about to leave her skin, he and her eyes met because he held her, and she turned to look at him.

Her eyes were very calm, without any emotion, but she looked at him with a guilty conscience.

He knew that it was impossible for her to understand what he was thinking deep down in his heart, but he was a little panicked when she saw him. He had never felt this way before. He instinctively wanted to hide his panic, but for a moment he For a while, he couldn't think of what words to use. The more this happened, the more anxious he felt. When he caught a glimpse of the wound on her forehead from the corner of his eye, he suddenly said: "When I come tomorrow, remember to take care of you." The wound on your forehead has been treated, look at you looking so vicious and ugly, don’t scare your son!”

After saying that, he let go of her wrist and entered the bathroom without looking back.

When he closed the bathroom door, he saw her not far behind him through the clean mirror in front of him. After hearing what he said, he lowered his eyelids slightly, with a touch of hurt emotion. The corners of her pursed lips flashed.

His grip on the doorknob suddenly became stronger, and the next second, he locked the door tightly, cutting her out of sight.

Through the door panel, he heard the sound of her opening the door and walking out.

Because he was in the bathroom of the bedroom, he couldn't hear the sounds clearly in the living room, but he could still hear some faint rustling sounds.

There was a movement among them, which was particularly loud, as if she had fallen to the ground.

His body tensed instinctively, and he subconsciously wanted to open the door. Before he could do it, the thought was just spinning in his mind, and he forcibly gave it up.

After a while, the door to the living room was opened and closed.

The entire suite fell completely silent.

He slowly stood up straight, walked to the rain shower, and turned on the faucet.

While taking a shower, he saw some blood stains on his body.

He knew it was hers.

The curling water vapor blurred his vision. He vaguely seemed to see her figure limping away, dragging her broken body. A heart-piercing pain suddenly spread in his heart. It hurt so much. He was about to go crazy. He suddenly raised his hand and slammed his fist on the tile in front of him.

A strong pain penetrated from the back of his hand into his heart, and blood dripped down the wall and onto the floor.

He was obviously not like this... After he drove her away from his world, he had been living a good life. He ate, drank and had fun every day, had a good temper and a good mood, and squandered a lot of money. He never thought about her, nor did he. He has never looked for her, she is like a ball of air to him... But when she appears in his world again, why does he become like this... Even he, a stranger, can't believe it , everything he did was done by him.