Chapter 934 I Have a Condition (10)

"It's true!" Cheng Han was afraid that Cheng Weiwan wouldn't believe it, so he nodded heavily, and then suddenly, as if he had been greatly wronged, he flattened his mouth and spoke pitifully again: "Mom, Don’t you want Hanhan anymore?”

Tong Yan Wuji's words caused a sharp pain in Cheng Weiwan's heart. She reluctantly maintained a relaxed look on her face and lied to Cheng Han in a soft voice: "How could that be? How could mom not want Han Han?" !”

"Then why didn't Mom come to see Han Han for so long?" Cheng Han didn't know how to read people's emotions, and naturally he couldn't see Cheng Weiwan's difficulties. He raised his face and continued to ask innocently.

There was no way she would tell him that it was his father who didn't let her come to see him... Cheng Weiwan could only smile on his back, thinking of excuses randomly, and then lied to Cheng Han: "Mom has been a little busy recently. Some time ago, she was not feeling well. I feel comfortable, but I’m still sick, so I haven’t been able to see Hanhan until today.”

"Mom, are you still feeling uncomfortable now?" Cheng Han blinked and asked, reaching out with his white and tender little hand, imitating Cheng Weiwan's gesture just now, and touched her forehead.

In this world, I am afraid that only Hanhan would care about her so much, right?

Cheng Weiwan was touched and sad. She forced out a warm smile and shook her head at Cheng Han: "Mom doesn't feel uncomfortable anymore."

Cheng Han immediately smiled with a crooked eyebrow. Just like when he was with Cheng Weiwan, he came up to her and kissed her cheek. Then, as if he thought of something, he asked again: "Mom, do you miss me?" ?"

Cheng Han continued talking before Cheng Weiwan could speak: "Mom, I miss you so much. Mom, can you take me home..."

Cheng Weiwan's eyes turned red, and tears welled up again. She hurriedly turned her head away and stared out the window to suppress the pain in her eyes. Then she turned back, looked at Cheng Han with a smile and said, "Mom, I miss you too, Han Han." ,Want it so so much……"

She could only reply half of the words to Han Han, because the other half of the words would probably be impossible for her to do in her lifetime.

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Because of Cheng Weiwan, Cheng Han had to do everything without the help of the housekeeper and wet nurse.

On weekdays, Cheng Han would either cry to his mother or say nothing. Today, Cheng Weiwan was here and Cheng Han talked a lot more.

Cheng Weiwan hadn't seen Cheng Han for a long time. Although she was exhausted by Han Zhihui's torture last night and was exhausted and uncomfortable now, she still held on and chatted with Cheng Han.

In addition to chatting with Cheng Han, Cheng Weiwan would always answer with a smile when the housekeeper and wet nurse interrupted.

Even when the housekeeper and wet nurse were talking, she would look at them politely.

Only Han Zhihui, who was sitting on the sofa next to her, never glanced over there. Even when Han Zhihui spoke, she acted as if she hadn't heard him and looked at Cheng Han quietly for a while. Help him tidy up his hair and hand him toys after a while.

The housekeeper ordered the servants at home to prepare lunch and bring it over.

Cheng Weiwan fed Cheng Han himself. After the meal, Cheng Weiwan played with Cheng Han for a while before coaxing him to sleep.

The housekeeper then spoke softly and greeted Cheng Weiwan: "Miss Cheng, come and have something to eat."

When Cheng Weiwan heard the butler's words, he turned his head and glanced at the dining table. When he saw Han Zhihui who was just using his chopsticks, he shook his head without even thinking about it: "No, I'll go out to eat later." …”

Han Zhihui frowned and ignored the butler and Cheng Weiwan who were talking. He continued to hold the bowl and took a sip of soup.

"I specially asked the servant to prepare your meal. Besides, the food outside is not clean. It will be wasted if you don't eat it..." the housekeeper continued to persuade.

Cheng Weiwan really didn't want to sit at the same table with Han Zhihui to eat. She shook her head again. Before she could say her words of rejection, Han Zhihui, who was sitting in front of the dining table, suddenly put the chopsticks in his hand heavily to the table. As soon as she fell on the table, she looked at the housekeeper angrily: "Am I the one who makes the decision in this house or you? Did I ask you to prepare her food? If she can't finish it, throw it away to me!"