Chapter 1025: Distressed (5)

Han Zhihui ignored all of Lin Sheng's problems, and he was in a trance for a while.
Cheng Weiwan was Cheng Weiguo's biological daughter. Cheng Weiguo came to Beijing, and Cheng Weiwan went to find her as any father in the world. Even if he didn’t have time to eat with his daughter, he would also meet his daughter. Downstairs, Cheng Weiguo refused to see... there must be something wrong between their father and daughter...
Thinking about it, Han Zhihui continued to maintain the just-smooth tone and said, "...you look into the situation of Cheng Wei's home..."
After a pause, Han Zhihui emphasized again: "...mainly Cheng Weiguo and Cheng Weiwei..."
In-depth?
Lin Sheng, who was chattering about Han Zhihui, suddenly became quiet.
Suddenly, why did Han Zhihui learn more about the situation of Cheng Weiye's home, and also focused on Cheng Weiguo and Cheng Weiye...
Lin Sheng twisted his eyebrows: "What's wrong with you? Did you find a new situation?"
Han Zhihui: "There are some things, I don't want to understand."
Lin Sheng: "What is it?"
Han Zhihui didn't return to Lin Sheng, he touched a cigarette, lit it, handed it to his mouth, and after a small sniff, he glanced at Lin Sheng, who was standing next to him, and moved his lips: "It's not early , You go back to rest early, my thing, trouble you, still hope you can help solve it as soon as possible."
Lin Sheng could see that Han Zhihui didn't want to explain the specific situation. He didn't always find out why Han Zhihui was embarrassed. After listening to his words, he nodded gently and said "OK", then he stared After watching Han Zhihui for a while, he said "Goodbye" again.
Han Zhi bit back the cigarette and nodded his eyelids at Lin Sheng, responding to him.
Lin Sheng did not stay any longer, turned and left the study.
Han Zhihui sat on the sofa and smoked two cigarettes before he got up and went to the master bedroom.
Cheng Weiwan had a high fever but did not retreat, but the housekeeper might be worried and stood by.
The butler watched Han Zhi come back and yelled softly, "Mr. Han."
Han Zhihui didn't speak. He walked to the bed and stared at the bed for a while. Cheng finally looked at her red and swollen eyelids.
My eyes are swollen like this, must have been crying for a long time?
Han Zhihui’s throat seemed to be choked on something. He stood for a long time with poor breathing before putting his eyes on the housekeeper: "You look at her, she wakes up, remember to let her take medicine, if He still has a fever and called Dr. Luo to ask him to come over and see the specific situation."
Butler: "Yes, Mr. Han."
Han Zhihui didn't speak anymore and went straight into the locker room.
After changing clothes, Han Zhihui took the car key and wallet first, and then glanced at Cheng Li who was lying on the bed, and left.
Han Zhi returned to the company and slept in the company's lounge.
He didn't sleep well, his mind was messy, and he had been thinking about it all the time.
With his eyes closed, he lay down until ten o'clock in the morning. The secretary entered the office to clean up the desk. Han Zhihui then opened his eyes and got up.
Han Zhihui Qiang endured the urge to call home to inquire about Cheng Weiwei's situation. He reached twelve o'clock noon and finished the job at hand. Han Zhihui was going downstairs to the company cafeteria for lunch. The office chair left, and the landline on the desk rang.