Chapter 893: He Jichen, let's have a baby (43)

It was the man who took her away last night and the man who sent her home the night before.
Not knowing what the man said, Cheng Weiwan looked up and smiled at him, then the man stretched out his hand and touched Cheng Weiwan's forehead.
Seeing this scene, Han Zhihui narrowed his eyes, his hands inserted in his trouser pockets, and involuntarily clenched his fists.
Probably feeling the temperature. After a while, his hand was retracted from her forehead, and then he spoke to her again, like she was persuading her, she did not speak, but just shook him. Shaking his head, he probably stopped persuading, opened the bag in his hand, took some food and handed it to Cheng, and then accompanied him. After staring at her, he took another bottle in advance. It was not too late to hand the water off the cap.
When Cheng was drinking late, the man took a packet of medicine and handed it over.
Cheng Weiwan should have said "thank you" to the man, took it, and swallowed the medicine into his stomach.
The man did not leave in a hurry, but continued to accompany Cheng Weiwan.
Although it rained last night, today's weather is exceptionally good, the sun is shining brightly and the whole city is warm and mellow.
With the gradual passage of time, the sun gradually went down the mountain, probably the temperature outside became lower, and the man took off his jacket and put it on Cheng Weiwan.
Instead of refusing, Cheng Weiwan turned his head and smiled at the man again.
I don't know what they have to talk about. In short, they talked happily.
The afterglow of the setting sun spattered on the two people, revealing a bit of warmth.
Standing in front of the window, staring at the two people for a long time, Han Zhihui suddenly felt that the picture was a bit dazzling.
He felt like he was angry, but he didn't seem to be angry, because he could not understand his thoughts slowly, and he became irritated again. He touched the cigarette case on the window sill and entered the bathroom.
It wasn't until a pack of cigarettes was smoked that Han Zhihui came out of the bathroom.
He smelled of smoke, he didn't go to Cheng Han, but walked to the balcony again.
As the sun went down, the night fell, the hospital's street lights were on, and the two people downstairs were still chatting.
But this time, Han Zhihui did not watch it for too long. The man took out his cell phone from his pocket and walked aside to answer the phone.
About half a minute later, the man hung up the phone and turned back to Cheng Weiye.
It was Cheng Weiwei who first spoke. After she finished speaking, the man nodded and said something to her. She happened to be opposite to the man's reaction, but shook her head gently.
Although Han Zhihui could not hear the conversation between the two, from the reactions of the two, he could vaguely tell that they were saying goodbye.
He guessed right, about half a minute later, the man left, leaving Cheng alone.
When the man is in, Cheng Weiye looks the same as the one in Han Zhihui's memory, but when the man leaves, he doesn't know if he is sensitive or not. Staring at a place for a long time is a long time.
The night was getting darker and Cheng Wei stayed downstairs without any sign of leaving.
On the night before the summer solstice, the temperature was a little low, and Han Zhihui, who had excellent eyesight, could see that Cheng Wei's body shivered in the cold.