Chapter 974: Taking medicine (9)

Han Zhi pinched the fingertips of the cigarette and couldn't help but increase his strength.
What's wrong with her? Take medicine? I got sick? He has seen her frequently these days, and he hasn't seen how uncomfortable she is?
Han Zhi turned back subconsciously, glanced at the messy bed behind him, and then frowned slowly.
He and she had just finished that task, so she took... the after-effect medicine?
If it weren't for Hanhan's accident, he didn't want the child so much.
In the past, when he was intimate with her, he did not take any measures, and he held the revenge mentality that made her pregnant, and then broke it.
But he and her these few times, he did not have such an idea, but it should be due to the habits left behind, so that he forgot to do contraception.
Afterwards, she remembered to take medicine, which was a good thing. After all, she was in trouble and was in trouble...
It is strange to say, recently he has become very strange, not like himself at all, many things about her happen as he wished, but he did not have a little joy and ease in composition, but some could not say it Dull and depressed.
It was like at this moment, she took the afterwards medicine, he should be relieved, but he was a little irritable.
She was afraid of having another child, and it was even more unclear to him, so she took the post-mortem?
Han Zhihui raised the cigarette to his mouth and took a hard breath. With the beautiful smoke squirting out of his nose, he saw her standing for a while downstairs, raising her feet and shaking. Shaking his steps, he walked toward the door of the community.
She walked slowly, as if she would fall to the ground at any time.
Han Zhihui looked back at her gradual departure, and suddenly stopped the act of vomiting smoke, and started stunned.
It wasn't until her figure disappeared into the field of vision that he blinked his eyes and recovered.
In the middle of the night, he was the only person in the apartment, and the surrounding environment was exceptionally quiet.
He could hear his heartbeat quietly.
After not knowing how long, he clearly understood a message from the beating of his heart: when he just looked at her leaving figure, he was worried about her, worried about her falling, worried that her state could not be Arrived home safely, worried that she would fall to the ground halfway...
She is the personal daughter of the murderer, how can he worry about her...he should hate her and hate her!
The more she thought about it, the more Han Zhihui panicked. She didn't know what she was afraid of. His fingertips tremble, and the smoke fell straight to her feet.
He thought that he couldn’t think about it anymore. It was a torture for him. He should go find some friends, get together, eat and drink, and throw out everything about her. Mind!
Thinking about it, Han Zhihui raised his foot, stamped out the smoke at his feet, then turned into the bathroom, bathed, and changed clothes. While holding his mobile phone and calling the group of fox friends who were fooling around on weekdays, he found the car key. Slowly swaying out of the apartment slowly, go downstairs, drive the car, and drive outside the door of the community.
When dialing the fourth call, Han Zhihui happened to open the door of the community.
He controlled the steering wheel with one hand, turned, and walked along the empty street, stepping on the accelerator.
The phone was connected, and a friend's sleepy voice came from him: "Master Han, call in the middle of the night, what's the matter?"