Chapter 971 Hug (7)

As Cheng Han's milky voice of "Mom" rang out, Cheng Weiwan immediately stood up, picked up Cheng Han, and walked towards the bathroom.

The moment she turned around, Han Zhihui clearly saw her let out a long breath.

This is because he is... She is under a lot of psychological pressure?

In the bathroom, Cheng Han kept talking to Cheng Weiwan.

Han Zhihui listened for a while, and then when Cheng Weiwan carried Cheng Han to wash his hands at the sink, he stood up and left the baby room.

After going out, Han Zhihui stood in the corridor, couldn't help but lower his head and laughed.

It's really strange, this is his home, he can be wherever he wants, why should he avoid her just because she let out a long breath?

Although Han Zhihui did not appear in front of Cheng Weiwan, he still observed her quietly.

It was almost exactly the same as what the butler described.

When Cheng Han pestered her, she was fine. She was no different from the Cheng Weiwan he knew before.

Once Cheng Han left her side, she would become a little sluggish, either holding something in her hand and not responding for a long time, or the housekeeper and the nanny were chatting very happily, but she quietly escaped alone.

After dinner, Cheng Weiwan played with Cheng Han in the toy room.

Han Zhihui was afraid that Cheng Weiwan would not be able to take Cheng Han alone due to his current condition, so he asked the housekeeper to go up and accompany him and then went to the study.

I was really busy with some work matters. It wasn't that troublesome originally, but there was a flaw in the contract. It was already ten o'clock in the evening when Han Zhihui finished revising it.

After coming out of the study, the originally noisy corridor became extremely quiet.

He knew that Cheng Han must have fallen asleep.

However, when passing the baby's room, Han Zhihui opened the door and took a look inside.

Just like when he came home in the afternoon, Cheng Weiwan was not there, but the nanny was.

Han Zhihui thought Cheng Weiwan was tired and went back to the bedroom to rest. Without thinking too much, he closed the door and went downstairs to drink water.

After drinking the water, Han Zhihui did not rush upstairs, but walked out of the villa and lit a cigarette.

Halfway through smoking, Han Zhihui thought about playing golf in the morning and someone gave him a special cigarette and threw it in the car. He bit the cigarette butt and walked towards the car parked in the middle of the yard.

Before he reached the car, he heard a thin sob coming from the tip of his ear.

Han Zhihui stopped subconsciously.

The courtyard was very quiet, and there was no sound. Han Zhihui thought he had heard wrongly. Just as he was about to lift his feet and continue walking, he heard another sob.

This time, he was able to identify the direction from which it came.

He hesitated for a while, then walked toward the garden.

He deliberately kept his steps very light.

There were no lights on in the garden, and the further we walked in, the darker the light became.

Han Zhihui walked about two meters away. Through the dim light emitted by the street lights outside the courtyard, he saw a figure squatting under an old locust tree in the garden.

From the clothes alone, Han Zhihui recognized Cheng Weiwan at a glance.

She squatted on the ground and buried her head on her knees, shaking violently.

She might be afraid of being caught crying, so she had been trying her best to suppress herself from crying.

Probably sometimes, I just couldn't bear it anymore, and occasionally a very short sob came out.

Although he couldn't see her face, Han Zhihui could feel from her thin body that she was crying very sadly.