Chapter 993: Hug (eight)

The housekeeper told him that she didn't just see her secretly hiding and crying.
She chose the location so concealed that she might be seen by the housekeeper, and it was only a small part of the number of times she cried?
When returning home at noon, the housekeeper said she had just cried, and now he witnessed her crying again... In a short day, he knew that she had cried twice...
Han Zhihui felt his heart seemed to be cut into pieces with a knife at once, so painful that he couldn't even use his breathing strength.
She didn't notice him and was still crying.
He saw her grabbing the fingertips of her clothes, trembling and unreasonable.
Han Zhi couldn't help but pursed his lips, he wanted to step forward, but his feet seemed to stick to the ground, and he couldn't move.
After not knowing how long, the tremor of her body gradually decreased.
Han Zhihui knew that she should have been crying enough. He was afraid that she would suddenly get up and saw him. He lifted his foot subconsciously and stepped back quietly until he stepped back to the car. He even wanted to come over. He didn't take the smoke, and went straight into the house and went upstairs.
He stood in front of the study window, staring in the direction of the garden for a while, and finally saw her figure.
It may be that she has been squatting for too long, her feet are numb, and she is limping.
I don't know if it was his illusion, he felt she was thinner than before.
She entered the house shortly afterwards, with footsteps, coming in from the door of the study that was not closed behind her.
But soon, with the sound of a door closing, her footsteps disappeared into her ears.
He thought, she should go back to the bedroom and rest.
Probably because of the morning exercise, I just busy working for another half day. Han Zhihui is really a little tired now. He had planned to go out to smoke a cigarette, relax his mind and go back to the room to rest.
But at this moment, he thought that when Cheng Hanwu awakened, she took a sigh of relief when she took her son to the bathroom. This thought, even if he didn't even realize it, had dispelled it from his consciousness.
Han Zhihui didn't know how long he had stood on the balcony of the study. Until his legs became stiff, he walked out of the study and pushed open the door of the master bedroom.
Cheng Weiwan had fallen asleep, but her eyebrows were still tight, as if she was uneasy.
A small bottle of medicine and half a glass of water were placed on the bedside table. Han Zhihui realized that the medicine is an antidepressant.
Han Zhihui's fingertips flicked instinctively, then stared at Cheng Weiwei and walked away.
At this time, scenes and scenes that happened, like being enchanted, rushed back and forth in his mind.
The picture of her taking antidepressants, the picture of her washing her hands repeatedly in the bathroom, the picture of her crying under the tree...
Han Zhihui thought more, the chest was more stuffy. At the end, he seemed to be unable to stay, quickly entered the dressing room, changed his clothes, and left the villa overnight.
Han Zhi returned to the car. On the streets of Beijing with no one in the night sky, Fly didn't know how long, and then slammed on the brakes and stopped on the roadside.
He escaped from her, but after he stopped and drove, there were still pictures of her in his mind.
Han Zhihui quickly lit a cigarette and wanted to ease his thoughts with the smell of nicotine.
But he was smoking a cigarette, but he remembered what he said when he came home in the afternoon...