Chapter 979 Hug (15)

After parking the car, Han Zhihui glanced through the car window into the courtyard of the villa.

It was too late, and everyone living inside must have gone to bed. Except for a wall lamp shining at the door, there was no other light.

Looking away, Han Zhihui wanted to step on the accelerator and leave, but the soles of his feet seemed to be controlled and he couldn't use any strength. He struggled for a moment and finally gave up. Then he took a cigarette from the side and lowered the window. , started smoking.

When he smoked his third cigarette, he turned his head and looked at the villa again through the swirling smoke.

As if he was caught in some kind of tangle, he stared at the villa with his lips tightened and his eyes unblinking for a long time. Then he suddenly put out the cigarette, opened the car door, got out of the car, and walked towards the courtyard of the villa. .

The whole world was quiet, and the sound of his footsteps was extremely clear.

Walking to the door of the house, entering the password, Han Zhihuan changed his shoes and went upstairs quietly.

In the baby room, the nanny was sleeping soundly with Cheng Han.

Han Zhihui stood at the door for a while, gently closed the door, then stared in the direction of the master bedroom for a while, then raised his feet and walked slowly over.

He raised his hand towards the master bedroom door, but finally lowered it.

He turned around and faced the stairs.

He moved slightly, then stopped. He seemed to have been tapped on his acupuncture points. He stood motionless for a long time. In the end, he turned around, stretched out his hand, and slowly pushed the door open.

The bedroom was completely quiet.

Han Zhihui used a sleeping light on the bedside table and saw that the two-meter-wide bed was empty and there was no one at all.

In the middle of the night, Cheng Weiwan didn't sleep. Where did he go? Or maybe she no longer lives here?

Han Zhihui frowned slightly and subconsciously exited the room, wanting to go to the housekeeper to ask for details. However, as soon as he turned around, a familiar and broken sob penetrated his ears.

His body stiffened and he paused subconsciously. Then he heard the very suppressed sobs again, and his hands suddenly clenched into fists.

He stood with his back to the bedroom for a while, then slowly turned around and looked towards the source of the sound.

It's a balcony.

The curtains were drawn, and she was blocked out. No wonder he didn't see her.

Han Zhihui struggled for a while, then swallowed, and walked towards the balcony.

Opening the curtains, he immediately saw her nestling on the windowsill.

She was probably afraid that she would cry out, so she bit the back of her hand hard, with big tears rolling down her cheeks.

She didn't know if it was the late night wind that made her cold, or because she was crying too sadly. She was shrinking her neck and shivering constantly, looking pitiful.

Han Zhihui's heart felt as if something was grabbing him so hard that he almost bent over in pain.

Before he even realized it, his hand had gently pushed open the glass door of the balcony.

She didn't notice him until he came to her, then she raised her head and looked at him belatedly.

Her eyes were extremely red and swollen, filled with tears, and tears were still falling down her face.

Han Zhihui's hand clenched into a fist became harder and harder.

Her reaction was a little slow, and it took her a while to recognize him. There was obvious fear and defensiveness in her eyes.

She probably knew that she was crying. After she realized that he was back, she instinctively lowered her head. But as soon as her movements were in progress, Han Zhihui reached out, grabbed her arm, and pulled her up from the ground. , pulled into his arms.