Chapter 449: I will take you home(9)

At night, Ji Yi lay in He Jichen's bed and tossed and turned for a long time before falling asleep.
When I woke up, there was sunlight all over the window.
Ji Yi sat up and saw at a glance neatly stacked clothes and unopened toiletries on the bedside table.
Ji Yi knew that it should be when she was asleep, and Zhangsao came in quietly.
She touched her cell phone and glanced at the time. It was almost half past twelve noon before she lifted the quilt and got out of bed and went to the bathroom.
After coming out, Ji Yi didn't worry about wearing clothes, but first opened the dressing according to Doctor Xia's instructions last night.
She glanced at the wound by the way, and there were already obvious signs of healing.
Dressed, Ji Yi walked to the door of the bedroom, and just opened the door, and smelled the tempting rice fragrance.
From the incident last night, to nearly 14 hours now, Ji Yi, who only drank a glass of milk, was really hungry and hurriedly stepped into the restaurant.
Zhangsao looked at her and immediately greeted her warmly, sitting down and setting her meals.
The redness on Ji Yi's face hadn't disappeared and she couldn't go out. After lunch, she had nothing to do. She was lying on the sofa and picked up her phone to find Tang's paintings.
It was just one second before sending a message to Tang Huahua, and the next second thought of Cheng Weiwan and Han Zhihui, and then hurriedly quit WeChat, looking for Cheng Weiwan's phone and dialing it.
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When Ji Yi called over, Han Zhihui just woke up from a coma, and a group of doctors were surrounding him for an examination.
Cheng Weiwan walked out of the ward, pressed the answer button, and chatted with Ji Yi briefly, then hung up the phone in a hurry.
Putting away his phone, Cheng Weiwan immediately pushed open the door of the ward. As soon as he walked in, the doctor surrounding Han Zhihui dispersed. One of the middle-aged men was the attending doctor responsible for Han Zhihui. Come in, take off the mask, and say, "Mr. Han is now back to normal. Continue to stay in the hospital for one day. If everything is fine, you can go through the discharge procedure tomorrow."
Cheng Weiwan nodded his head to show that he knew, and said thanks in his mouth.
After waiting for a group of doctors to leave the ward, Cheng arrived at the hospital bed not late.
Han Zhihui, who had a bandage on his head, although awake, was still tired due to excessive blood loss. After the doctor's examination, he closed his eyes and raised his mind until he felt that someone was approaching. Slowly opened his eyelids, and it seemed to Cheng Chengwei.
Facing each other, Cheng Weiwan's movement to sit down calmly.
The two men stared at each other for three seconds. Cheng hurriedly lowered his eyelids, avoiding Han Zhihui's gaze. She sat on a chair beside the bed when she guarded him overnight last night. Before speaking, he said very softly, "How are you feeling now?"
"That's good." Han Zhihui's voice began to seem casual, as if the injured person last night was not his glance at all.
Cheng Weiwan heard his lips pursed, lowered his head, stared at the phone he was holding for a while, and asked what he wanted to ask last night: "Why do you do that? "
"Obviously, there are several people. You can call the police, or you can call someone to help. Why should you rush up alone?"
Han Zhihui, who looked pale, looked at Cheng before too late. After watching it for a while, he said aloud, "Because I like you."
Cheng Weiwan shook his fingertips, and his phone almost slipped and fell to the ground.