Chapter 992 Leaving (3)

When he touched Cheng Weiguo on the TV, the corners of his lips suddenly pursed.

Is she watching an interview with her father?

As this idea flashed through Han Zhihui's mind, the host on the TV began to praise Cheng Weiguo: "Mr. Cheng is not only a talented person, he has also made a lot of contributions to our medicine. I heard that Mr. Cheng also specializes in helping those who are poor." I have treated people and established a foundation. I have to say, Mr. Cheng, you are really amazing and worthy of everyone’s admiration..."

A show of talent? amazing? Worthy of everyone’s admiration?

Han Zhihui felt a sneer on his lips as if he had heard a funny joke.

Cheng Weiguo is a sanctimonious hypocrite. Everything he shows to everyone is false. Hiding behind his hypocritical surface, the real him behind the scenes is dark, dirty, and inhumane!

The image of Li Li lying in a pool of blood in the hospital, Li Li's diary... kept flashing in Han Zhihui's mind. With the host saying "Mr. Cheng" and Cheng Weiguo's voice, there was a fire. From Han Zhihui's mind, Hui's heart suddenly burst into flames, and the fever became more and more intense, causing his chest to rise and fall continuously.

At the end of the TV, when Cheng Weiguo was pointed at him again, his gentle curved lips smiled, Han Zhihui finally couldn't help but walked to the TV, stretched out his hand and unplugged the power supply.

After sending the text message to Cheng Weiguo, Cheng Weiwan, who had been focusing on his mobile phone, realized belatedly that Han Zhi had returned.

She waited for a long time, but didn't get a reply from Cheng Weiguo. After sending a message to Cheng Weiguo again, she stopped typing and looked up at Han Zhihui.

The man's face was particularly gloomy, and the veins on his forehead were beating constantly, as if he was trying his best to suppress some anger.

Han Zhihui stared at Cheng Weiwan for a while, then took steps towards her step by step.

Cheng Weiwan was so frightened that she instinctively grabbed the phone. She swallowed and did not dare to speak. As Han Zhihui got closer and closer, she subconsciously moved her body back.

But she couldn't move an inch away, and Han Zhihui suddenly reached out and snatched away the mobile phone held by her fingertips.

He glanced down at her screen. After seeing the messages she sent to Cheng Weiguo, his pupils shrank rapidly, and the anger overflowing from his body became more and more terrifying.

It was not that Cheng Weiwan had never seen Han Zhihui get angry, but at this moment, he made her surprisingly frightened. She didn't know what he would do next. Her subconscious thoughts prompted her to turn around and want to climb out of bed. Escape from the bedroom.

Her dodge made Han Zhihui even more angry. He suddenly raised his hand and slammed Cheng Weiwan's cell phone to the ground. Then he grabbed Cheng Weiwan's ankle and dragged her to the ground. In front of myself.

He didn't know whether he was angry because of Cheng Weiguo or because of her escape. The anger was crowded in his chest and could not be let go.

He wanted to vent it out, but he didn't know how. He stared at her angrily for a long time.

Han Zhihui never imagined that he would do such a thing to Cheng Weiwan in anger.

He hated Cheng Weiguo, and his hatred was so deep that it could involve her as Cheng Weiguo's daughter.

He witnessed with his own eyes her watching her father's interviews late at night and texting her father. He should smash her cell phone and throw her out of his villa. He could even tear her whole body to pieces with his own hands and kill her. He wanted to cut her into pieces to vent his hatred. He clearly thought of many ways to retaliate against her, but he glared at her and chose a way that was unbelievable to him.

In fact, he has no shortage of women, but he has only had one woman like her. Just before he went home, Lina was still trying her best to seduce him, but he couldn't get interested and even felt a little bored. She alone, no matter before or now, could always easily arouse his impulses.

He hasn't touched her once since he let her live in his house, but when he sleeps with her, he always has those impulses, but he restrains them.