Chapter 270: No justice, only you are wrong with her(10)

Cheng Weiwan squatted on the ground, holding tweezers and scissors, and quickly removed the glass fragments left in He Jichen's palm.
Then, Cheng Weiwan caught a few cotton and dipped in alcohol, and began to disinfect and apply medicine to the wounds in He Jichen's palm.
A series of her actions, the flow of doing things, sitting on the side of Han Zhihui, who was talking to the phone about the matter, accidentally flicked her fingertips on the way, and then her attention was attracted to her, staring at Cheng Wei. Wan Fei's busy white and slender hands looked up.
It wasn't until Cheng Weiwei simply bandaged He Jichen's wounds and began to pack up the medicine box that Han Zhihui's eyes slowly moved up from her fingertips along her sleeves and landed on her face.
The facial features are good, the complexion is white and tender, and the expression is quiet... how to look and feel comfortable.
Han Zhihui couldn't help but pay more attention for a while, until the phone "Ding Dong Ding Dong" in his palm kept ringing, he took his gaze back and bowed his head to continue his busy business.
"Be careful not to get your hands wet. I'll put this ointment here for you. Remember to take the medicine." After packing up, Cheng Weiwan stood up and said quietly to He Jichen's voice while carrying the medicine box.
He Jichen light "huh", but did not speak.
Cheng Weiwan whispered "Goodbye" and stepped away.
As she passed Han Zhihui's side, Han Zhihui couldn't help raising her head from the screen of her mobile phone, and it was not too late to glance at Cheng.
Cheng Weiwan seemed to perceive Han Zhihui's sight. From his side, the two people's eyes met together. Cheng Weiwan didn't dodge, and generously politely directed Han Zhihui's lips. , Wiped him around, and calmly left He Jichen's suite.
Not closed, only Han Zhihui and He Jichen were left in the room.
Han Zhihui continued to be busy with the phone for a while before putting down the phone and turning to look at He Jichen.
The man leaned on the sofa in a gesture, looked up, stared at the ceiling without knowing what he was thinking, and looked fascinated.
Han Zhihui stared at He Jichen for two times without speaking. He got up and walked to the side of the water bar, opened a bottle of red wine, poured two glasses, folded back to the sofa, and placed one of them in front of He Jichen.
The glass goblet touched the marble tabletop and made a very clear sound, which disturbed He Jichen who was calm. He sat up a little bit, glanced at the goblet in front of him, held out his hand, and put it up.
Han Zhi returned to sit down, shook his glass, drank a little bit of wine, then tilted his head and stared at He Jichen for a while, then suddenly he smiled and asked with a lip: "Brother Chen, is it because of her?" "
He Jichen's movement to deliver the wine glass to his lips kept on, but he turned his head slightly and glanced at Han Zhihui.
"In the four years of university, you will definitely be in Beijing every month on the 18th. After graduation, you will let go of the great prospects and come to Beijing with unlimited scenery. "Three Thousand Fools" will be divested. You would rather step back and lower your profits. I’ll contact you for a new investment, even if you’re not profitable, it’s all because of her... because of that injured female number two tonight?"
He Jichen, who was pierced with all his thoughts at a glance, stopped drinking suddenly.
Han Zhihui knows He Jichen too, he knows that his subtle behavior means that he guessed right.
Instead of aggressively asking about He Jichen's personal affairs, he held a glass of wine and continued to drink a couple of drinks, then said something else: "Chen Brother..."