Chapter 961: Not obsessed, not waiting, (6)

She even compared him with Niu-Lang, and said that he sent it to the door in vain, without spending money... This means that he is not as good as Niu-Lang?
Han Zhi squinted back and stopped suddenly.
The man who was still angry was amused by Cheng Weiwan's remarks: "Late evening, you are really enough. I have seen self-consolation for the first time. It is the first time I have met you with such self-consolation."
"I'm not comforting myself, I really think so. I didn't go to the heart of this transaction with him at all, just when I ordered a cow-lang, just pastime..." Cheng Wei As I said late, my lips chuckled slightly: "...But, speaking, Brother Yi Nan, although I haven't looked for Niu-Lang, but I think he is definitely worse than Niu-Lang. a lot of……"
She scolded him that he was not as good as Niu-Lang, and said he was not as good as Niu-Lang?
The gloomy moment covered Han Zhihui's entire face, even with the breath of his whole body, it became a little infiltrating.
The two people in front didn't even notice him behind him. The man laughed again after listening to the words before Cheng Cheng: "He must know that you think of him like this, I'm afraid I'm mad!"
"Fearless..." Cheng Weiwei returned four words carelessly.
Fearless?
The anger that was about to explode instantly burst.
Han Zhihui raised his foot violently and walked towards Cheng before late.
It was just that others had not walked behind Cheng Weiye, and Cheng Weiye, who was about to walk out of the supermarket door, reopened.
Her voice was a little low, as if she was melancholy: "... As early as two years ago, I stood downstairs in his house and watched him bring his other women home, his joys and sorrows, success failed , Happiness and misery, have nothing to do with me."
Accompanied by the words "It has nothing to do with me", he drilled into Han Zhihui's ears. He seemed to have been acupointed to half, and the whole person suddenly stopped at the same place.
Once she was watching night and night downstairs in his house, he dreamed that she had no connection with him.
Now, he finally heard this sentence from her mouth, he should be fortunate, but he was not happy at all, even a little... unable to say the panic.
panic?
With these two words, he entered Han Zhihui's mind. He seemed to have heard the most ridiculous joke in the world. He shook his head vigorously in the next second and threw the idea out.
What international joke... would he panic because of her?
Haha...
Han Zhihui shook his head again, then calmed down.
Cheng Weiwan and the man had already left the supermarket, and even the roadside car was gone.
After the rain was still falling, Han Zhihui walked out of the supermarket and did not hurry to get on the bus.
The wind was strong, the rain blew under the umbrella, and he lowered him to the body, quickly getting wet.
He didn't feel as if he was standing there.
He didn’t know how long he had stood. In his head, he suddenly shook the words she said: "As early as two years ago, I stood downstairs in his house and watched him take another woman home. The joys, sorrows, successes and failures, happiness and misery have nothing to do with me."
This sentence was like a curse. He didn't want to think about it, but it just echoed in his mind.
Over and over again...Echoing to the end, his hand flickered suddenly, the umbrella slipped from his fingers and fell to the ground.