A Billion Stars Can’t Amount to You

With a heavy bang, the remote control that hit the TV screen fell to the ground and fell apart.

The steward who avoided it did not know what had happened. Hearing the movement, he thought something was accidentally dropped and hurriedly opened his bedroom door and walked out.

"Why..." As soon as the housekeeper said a few words, she noticed that the atmosphere in the living room was not right. She closed her mouth involuntarily, first glanced at Cheng Cheng, who was standing in front of the sofa with her lips in the air, and then looked at it. Han Zhihui, who was sitting on the sofa, instinctively stepped back when she touched the man's gloomy expression, hid back into her room again, and then closed the door gently.

The butler disappeared in the living room one second before, and Han Zhihui moved his lips a second later, and his voice was ruthless and ironic: "If you are really unhappy, leave me now!"

"I'm just looking at my son's illness and letting you enter this door. You really take yourself seriously and talk to me about the conditions? I don't see if I have this qualification!"

As Han Zhihui said, he stood up angrily and walked towards the stairs.

When it was not too late for the menstrual process, he seemed to feel that he had just said it, which was far from enough to vent his anger in his heart.

It was probably after all that his anger hadn't disappeared. After he entered the bedroom, the door was deafening.

The living room was quiet again.

After a while, the door of the house where the housekeeper lived was gently opened.

Han Zhihui's words just now roared loudly, but the housekeeper hiding behind the door heard it clearly. She stood a little embarrassed by the door for a while before coming out.

Realizing the movement, Cheng Weiwan turned his head and looked over.

Touching Cheng Weiwan's eyes, the housekeeper stopped and said quietly with a soft voice: "Miss Cheng, are you okay?"

Cheng Weiwan lowered his eyes to hide the embarrassment of his eyes, barely pulled the corner of his lips, and returned the sentence "I'm fine", and then pointed to the upstairs without waiting for the housekeeper to speak again, and lost the sentence "I'll go and see "Han Han", and then hung his head and hurriedly walked upstairs.

She walked a few steps, but the housekeeper shouted Cheng Weiwan again: "Miss Cheng."

Cheng did not stop late, and did not look back.

The housekeeper seemed to hesitate about something. After a short while, he said: "Miss Cheng, Mr. Han is actually very good at speaking, and his heart is very soft. Don't always disobey him, he is not angry, and your life is better. Some... I don’t mean anything else, Miss Cheng, I..."

Cheng Weiwan knew that the housekeeper was kind. Although she felt embarrassed, she turned back and said "Thank you" to the housekeeper, then turned around, accelerated her pace, and walked upstairs.

The housekeeper didn't speak anymore. Until Cheng Weiwan's figure disappeared at the corner of the stairs, the housekeeper shook his head gently, sighed, walked to the TV, and squatted down to start collecting the remote control scattered on the ground.

...

That night, Cheng Weiwei stayed in Cheng Han's room for a long time before returning to the master bedroom.

All the headlights in the room were turned off, except for the sleep lamp on the bedside table.

Han Zhihui lying on the big bed without moving.

Cheng Weiwan wasn’t sure if Han Zhihui was asleep, but she didn’t want to call him. She stood at the door for a little while and closed the door lightly, carrying the bag she had packed. Entered the bathroom.