Chapter 965 Hug (1)

With a heavy "bang", the remote control that hit the TV screen fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

The housekeeper who avoided it didn't know what was going on. When he heard the noise, he thought it was something accidentally falling. He hurriedly opened his bedroom door and walked out.

"Why..." As soon as the housekeeper said two words, she noticed something was wrong in the atmosphere in the living room. She closed her mouth subconsciously, first glanced at Cheng Weiwan who was standing in front of the sofa with his lips pursed, and then looked towards Han Zhihui, who was sitting on the sofa, touched the man's gloomy expression. She instinctively took a few steps back, hid in her room again, and then gently closed the door.

One second the housekeeper disappeared into the living room, and the next second Han Zhihui moved his lips, his voice harsh and sarcastic: "If you are really unhappy, get out of here now!"

"I only let you in because of my son's illness. Do you really take yourself seriously and want to negotiate terms with me? You don't even want to see if you have the qualifications!"

As Han Zhihui said this, he stood up angrily and walked towards the stairs.

When passing by Cheng Weiwan, he seemed to feel that what he just said was not enough to vent the anger in his heart, so he gritted his teeth and added, "Shameless!" and then went upstairs.

Probably out of lingering anger, he entered the bedroom and slammed the door loudly.

Silence returned to the living room.

After a while, the door of the house where the housekeeper lived was gently opened a crack.

What Han Zhihui just said was so loud that the housekeeper who was hiding behind the door heard it clearly. She stood by the door for a while in embarrassment before walking out.

Sensing the movement, Cheng Weiwan turned his head and looked over.

Touching Cheng Weiwan's eyes, the housekeeper stopped and whispered comfortingly: "Miss Cheng, are you okay?"

Cheng Weiwan lowered his eyes to cover up the embarrassment in his eyes. He reluctantly twitched the corners of his lips and replied, "I'm fine." Then, before the housekeeper could speak again, he pointed upstairs and said, "I'll go up and take a look." "Han Han", then he lowered his head and hurriedly walked upstairs.

After she walked a few steps, the housekeeper called out to Cheng Weiwan again: "Miss Cheng."

Cheng Weiwan stopped and didn't look back.

The housekeeper seemed to be hesitating. After a while, he said, "Miss Cheng, Mr. Han is actually very easy to talk to and has a soft heart. Don't always disobey him. If he doesn't get angry, your life will be easier." Some... I have no other meaning, Miss Cheng, I..."

Cheng Weiwan knew that the housekeeper meant well. Although she felt embarrassed, she turned around and said "thank you" to the housekeeper, then turned around, quickened her pace, and walked upstairs.

The housekeeper didn't speak again until Cheng Weiwan's figure disappeared around the corner of the stairs. The housekeeper shook his head, sighed, walked to the TV, squatted down and started to collect the remote controls scattered on the ground.

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That night, Cheng Weiwan stayed in Cheng Han's room for a long time before returning to the master bedroom.

All the big lights in the room were turned off, except for the sleep light on the bedside table.

Han Zhihui lay flat on the big bed, motionless.

Cheng Weiwan wasn't sure if Han Zhihui was asleep, but she didn't want to call him. She stood at the door for a while, then quietly closed the door and picked up the bag she had packed. Entered the bathroom.