Chapter 953: I have a condition (eight)

As soon as this thought crossed Han Zhihui's brain, his hand grabbed her wrist.
When he touched the softness of her skin, he reacted afterwards and did something unconsciously.
What does he pull? Want to help her check the severity of her injury? But didn't he wish her a bad life? Is her injury serious or not?
While Han Zhihui scolded himself at the bottom of his heart, it was a neuropathy, and slowly relaxed the strength of holding Cheng Weiwan's wrist.
When his fingertips were about to leave her skin, he and her touched her as she held her, and she turned around.
Her eyes were very light, not mixed with any emotions, but she was somewhat guilty.
He knew she could not see what he was thinking in his heart, but he was a little panicked by her. This feeling was something he had never had before. He instinctively wanted to cover up his panic, but he for a while After a while, I couldn't figure out what wording to use. The more he was, the more anxious his heart was. When he glanced at the wound on the forehead of his eye, he suddenly said: "When you come tomorrow, remember to put you The wound on the forehead has been treated. Look at your ugly and ugly appearance, don't scare your son!"
After that, he loosened her wrist and entered the bathroom without looking back.
When he closed the bathroom door, he saw her not far behind through the clean mirror in front of him. After listening to what he said, he lowered his eyelids slightly, with a touch of injury-like emotion. The corners of her tight lips flashed by.
He grasped the doorknob and increased it suddenly, and the next second, he locked the door fiercely, isolating her from view.
Across the door panel, he heard the sound of her opening the door and going out.
Because he was in the bathroom in the bedroom, the sound in the living room, he didn't hear it very well, but he could still hear some rustling sounds faintly.
There was a movement, especially large, as if she had fallen to the ground.
His body was instinctively involuntary, and he unconsciously wanted to open the door. The action hadn't had time to do yet. His thoughts were just turned around in his heart, and he was forcibly dispelled.
After a while, the living room door was opened and closed.
The entire suite was completely quiet.
Then he slowly stood up straight, walked to the rain and turned on the tap.
While taking a shower, he saw himself covered with blood.
He knew that it was hers.
The curling water vapor obscured his vision. He vaguely seemed to see her dragging her broken body and limping away. His heart suddenly spread a cone-shaped pain, painful. He was going crazy, he suddenly raised his hand and hammered his fist the tile in front of him.
With strong pain, he burrowed into the bottom of his heart from the back of his hand, and blood stained down the wall and hit the floor.
He obviously wasn't like this... he has been doing well after he drove her out of his world, eating, drinking and playing every day, having a good temper and a good mood, spending money and squandering, he never thought of her, also I haven’t looked for her, she is like a ball of air to him... But she appears in his world again, how can he become this look... The stranger can’t even believe himself He did everything he did.