A Billion Stars Can’t Amount to You

He didn't know how many times he came, maybe three times or maybe four times.

All in all, he always came to himself and exhausted himself before evacuating from her.

Tired and exhausted, he took a shower and went to the bathroom to take a shower. After returning, he glanced at her curled up in bed, without a word, he opened the quilt on the other half of the bed and fell on the bed. , Close your eyes and go to sleep.

This consciousness, Han Zhi returned to sleep until dawn to wake up.

The end of the hangover and the indulgence of Yu is exhaustion and headache.

Han Zhihui rubbed his temples, frowning tightly for a while, before barely waking up.

Supporting the upper body, Han Zhi glanced back, and the other half of the bed was empty, without Cheng Weiwan's figure.

He frowned slightly, and didn’t think about where Cheng Weiwan was going. He just thought she should be with her son now, touched her cell phone, and glanced at the time. At a meeting, Han Zhihui lifted the quilt and entered the bathroom with bare feet.

After washing, Han Zhihui wrapped his bathrobe and walked to the makeup mirror. He picked up the hair dryer and was about to blow his hair. Yu Guang in the corner of his eyes saw Cheng Weiwan's figure.

She was wearing a long white dress, lying on the railing on the balcony, holding her head up, staring at the bright sun and wondering what she was looking at.

Her back is very thin, and the wind blows her skirt and long hair.

Han Zhihui pressed the switch of the hair dryer. He stared at Cheng Weiwei for a while and put the hair dryer down.

She seemed to hear the movement and turned to look at him.

She touched his figure, nibbled at the corner of her lips, then dropped her gaze and slowly turned around to face him.

"Have you finished your shower?"

She even voluntarily made a noise, something unexpected to Han Zhihui, his eyes flashed a surprise, and after a while, he nodded at her.

She didn't speak.

He turned on the hair dryer and blew his hair.

A whispering voice spread through every corner of the bedroom.

Halfway through the blow, Han Zhihui turned off the hair dryer, and he kept looking at himself, and Cheng Cheng, who was still talking, said: "Something?"

"Um..." Cheng Weiwan responded lightly, as if thinking about what to say next. He was silent for a moment before he moved his lips again: "... Hanhan is now okay, even oral The medicines are now stopped. Dr. Luo comes to the house every day to check Hanhan, saying that he is almost fully recovered now. I think...I should have moved away from you..."

Han Zhihui held the hair dryer's fingertips slightly stiffly.

After she came to his house, she spoke to him for the first time to move away from him?

This should have been what he said to her... Now she has said it from her mouth...

Han Zhihui did not know whether she was angry that she was the first to leave, or whether she was about to leave, his eyes sinking suddenly.

"I have packed everything, I will tell you, and later I will go to see Han Han, after he takes a nap, I will go..."

"Let's go?" Before Cheng Weiwan's words were finished, Han Zhi suddenly dropped the hair dryer on the dressing table: "Did you owe me, did you pay it off? Want to go?"

"Don’t forget, how did the transaction between us talk about, you accompany me to sleep once, I let you accompany my son for a day, pay off what you owe me, and then go!"