Chapter 953 Taking Medicine (9)

Han Zhihui pinched the fingertips of the cigarette and couldn't help but increase his strength.

What happened to her? Actually taking medicine? I got sick? He had seen her frequently these days, but he didn't see anything uncomfortable about her?

Han Zhihui turned around subconsciously, glanced at the messy bed behind him, and then his eyebrows slowly furrowed.

He had just finished that thing with her, so she took... the aftermath medicine?

If it weren't for Han Han's accident, he wouldn't have wanted a child that much.

In the past, when he was intimate with her, he didn't take any measures, and he just wanted to get her pregnant and then abort it in revenge.

But these few times he was with her, he didn't have such thoughts, but it should be due to the habit he left behind, which made him forget to take contraceptive measures.

It was a good thing that she remembered to take the medicine afterwards. After all, after killing someone, there would inevitably be another trouble...

It's strange to say that he has become very strange recently, not like himself at all. Many things about her happened as he wished, but he didn't feel happy or relaxed at all. However, some of them were unspeakable. dull and depressing.

Just like at this moment, he should be relieved when she took the after-effects medicine, but he was a little unspeakably irritated.

She was afraid that she would have another child and become more involved with him, so she took the after-effects medicine, right?

Han Zhihui raised the cigarette to his mouth and took a deep breath. As the beautiful smoke blew out from his nose, he saw her standing downstairs for a long time, raising her feet and swaying. With shaky steps, he walked towards the entrance of the community.

She walked very slowly, as if she would fall to the ground at any moment.

Han Zhihui looked at her retreating figure and suddenly stopped blowing out smoke and froze.

It wasn't until her figure disappeared from sight that he blinked and came back to his senses.

It was already late at night, he was the only one in the apartment, and the surrounding environment was extremely quiet.

It was so quiet that he could hear his own heartbeat.

After an unknown amount of time, he clearly understood a message from the beating of his heart: when he was watching her leave just now, he was worried about her, worried that she would fall, worried that she would not be able to survive in such a state. Arriving home safely, I was worried that she would pass out and fall to the ground halfway...

She was the daughter of the murderer who killed Li Li. How could he worry about her... He should hate her and loathe her!

The more she thought about it, the more panicked Han Zhihui felt in her heart. She didn't know what she was afraid of. His fingertips trembled, and the cigarette fell straight to his feet.

He thought that he couldn't think like this anymore. This was simply a torture for him. He should find a few friends, get together, eat, drink and have fun, and throw away everything about her. Mind!

Thinking about this, Han Zhihui raised his foot, stamped out the cigarette at his feet, then turned and entered the bathroom, took a shower, and changed clothes. While using his mobile phone to call the group of friends he usually hangs out with, he looked for his car keys. He slowly walked out of the apartment, went downstairs, drove the car and drove out of the community.

When the fourth call was made, Han Zhihui happened to drive out of the gate of the community.

He controlled the steering wheel with one hand, turned, and stepped on the accelerator along the empty street.

The phone was connected, and a friend's sleepy voice came from inside: "Master Han, I'm calling you in the middle of the night. What's wrong?"