Chapter 882: He Jichen, let's have a baby (32)

Han Zhihui was a man in the end, and he was angry again. His strength was much greater than usual. Cheng Weiwan did not move even if he had exerted the strength of his whole body.
She was worried about Hanhan, and was anxious to find a child. Now that Han Zhihui was controlling her, she suddenly became so annoyed that she couldn’t get rid of Han Zhihui’s restraint. Because of his anger, Han Zhihui, whose face was somewhat distorted, suddenly stopped struggling.
Her reddish eyes and the refracted light became a little cold, "You don't need to kill me!"
The tone of her voice was very light, but the angry Han Zhihui suddenly calmed down.
He frowned slightly before turning his eyes to Cheng Chengwei's eyes.
In his impression, he has always been gentle and indifferent. It seems that there has never been a girl with a temper. At this moment, it seems as if he has changed a person, looking at his eyes, cold and cold, and revealing a share Never hate.
"If you really can't find Hanhan, you won't be alive without you killing me!"
Her tone of voice was very determined, and there was no element of joking. Hearing Han Zhi twitching Cheng Weiwan's neck by the hand, he shuddered abruptly, almost venting his energy and loosening her neck.
Cheng Weiwan was immersed in his own thoughts, completely unaware of Han Zhihui’s reaction. She stared straight at him and became more and more cold, but the bottom of her eyes appeared a mist: "If Han Han is really gone, I really won't live..."
The tone she spoke again this time was still very broken, but at the end of the day, there was a deep grief that could not be melted out of her, and as her voice settled, there was a tear. Rolling down from the corner of her eye, along her cheek, he hit the back of his hand heavily.
Han Zhihui's heart seemed to be stabbed hard by something sharp, and suddenly caused a dull pain.
The pain, the painful tears, the painful open teeth and dancing claws were even more painful than when he received the phone call and hurried to the hospital in a hurry to see the separation lying on the operating table and in the pool of blood.
At that moment, Han Zhihui forgot his anger, what he had to say, and forgot to pinch Cheng Cheng's neck, or loosened her neck. He was like a petrified person, and he was dumbfounded. Stood on the spot, looking at Cheng before it was too late, and did not move for a long time.
The picture seemed to be frozen, and neither of them spoke again.
I don't know how long it has passed, the phone ringing in the room.
Han Zhihui had his wits now. He blinked his eyes, and after a while, the reaction was that his mobile phone was ringing. He loosened Cheng Weiwan’s neck and took out his mobile phone from his pocket. I glanced at the caller ID, and when I saw the phone at home, I quickly pressed to answer it.
It was from the housekeeper, and the voice was a lot easier: "Mr. Han, I have found the young master."
"The young master collapsed behind a cluster of flowers in the garden. Everyone went back and forth several times and didn't see him. In the end, the nanny found it."
But after saying good news, the housekeeper's voice fell down again: "However, the current situation of the young master is very bad, and the fever is amazing. After the nanny found it, she immediately called an ambulance. The doctor who came said, Young Master’s heart beats a little weak, and the situation is very difficult."