Chapter 891: He Jichen, let's have a baby (41)

The sounds of keyboards one after another suddenly disappeared without a trace.
The whole room was quiet for less than a second, and a "snapping" sound came from, with a look of anxiety looking at the housekeeper looking out of the window and the nanny standing beside the hospital bed, turning their heads in unison.
The computer on Han Zhihui's knee was already dropped on the ground.
The housekeeper and the nurse had not yet figured out what was going on. Han Zhihui, who was sitting on the sofa, had reached the window.
He glanced downstairs, and when it was not too late to touch Cheng, who had fallen to the ground, he set his sight on the butler on his face. From his eyebrows, he caught a trace of confusion.
The butler who thought that she had taken a blind eye blinked subconsciously twice, and when she opened it again, wanting to see more clearly on Han Zhihui's face, Han Zhihui had turned around and ran out of the ward.
The steward turned his head in amazement and looked at the nurse.
The eyes of the two had just touched each other, and there was another thunder and thunder outside the window.
The housekeeper realized that Han Zhi was in a hurry to go back without an umbrella. She hurriedly took the umbrella and followed.
But in just half a minute, Han Zhihui was gone in the corridor.
The butler took the elevator and chased to the first floor all the way until he saw Han Zhihui.
He stood at the front entrance of the inpatient building, staring at the pouring rain outside, motionless.
Mr. Han rushed down anxiously after hearing Miss Cheng faint, isn't it just for Miss Cheng?
He was almost there, why didn't he go forward?
The steward was whispering in the bottom of her heart and taking a step. Before she walked back to Han Zhi, she just opened her mouth and shouted a word "Han". She followed Han Zhihui's gaze and saw that she was not far in front. There was a man about thirty years old, who stooped and hugged and fell in the rain.
He looked at Cheng Weiwan's eyes, very gentle, and his movements were cautious, as if he was protecting some fragile jewelry.
His car was parked next to it. It was not too late after he picked up and put her in the car as soon as possible, took a towel and wrapped it around him.
He didn't care about the downpour that was pouring on him, dried Cheng Weiwei's hair, and wrapped her tightly with a new bath towel before he got into the car.
He didn't even care about getting wet, and stepped on the accelerator directly, carrying Cheng Weiwei away quickly.
The car quickly disappeared into view.
The housekeeper then turned his attention back to Han Zhihui.
She clearly saw that the man's face became a little low, and the hands on the side were clenched into fists, because of the force, he was still trembling thinly.
In the impression of the housekeeper, Han Zhihui has always been very gentle. Knowing that the young master has lived in the house, Han Zhihui seems to be a different person and has a terrible temper.
At this time, the housekeeper didn't dare to see the appearance of Han Zhihui.
The rain was still falling, and it was getting bigger and bigger, and there was a wind. The rain blew the rain to the door, and soon wetted Han Zhihui's half pants.
The steward was afraid that Han Zhihui would stand like this, caught a cold, and cautiously said: "Mr. Han..."
Han Zhihui was like a petrified statue, and nothing happened.
"Mr. Han..." The butler spoke again.
Han Zhi returned to God without looking at the housekeeper, turned angrily, kicked the glass door behind him, and entered the lobby of the inpatient building.
Was he sick? After hearing her fainting, he ran downstairs!