Mr. He, don't mess around

Chapter 141 When did Mr. He have the habit of voyeurism?

He Hanchuan tightened his grip on the phone, and said coolly, "Do you know the reason?"

"...I know." The man's voice became smaller and smaller, "His aunt's name is Liu Xiangning, and she has been a servant in Xiang's family for several years. She told Dr. Lu Yancen a lot about you and Miss Xiang, so he has an impression of you. ……Not very good."

It wasn't 'not very good', it was 'very bad', but he didn't dare to say it.

He Hanchuan raised his eyelids and didn't say anything about it, but said, "Give me Aunt Liu's current address and contact information."

After speaking, he hung up the phone.

At this time-

pat.

When the door opened, He Hanchuan subconsciously turned around and looked at the door of the ward.

Zhou Miao was half in the ward, half outside the ward, holding the doorknob, with her back to him, saying goodbye to Xiang Wan, "I'll come to see you tomorrow, if Mr. He comes looking for you, you When... Just treat him as a Chinese cabbage, don't get angry with him, the doctor said you can't have too much emotional ups and downs, understand?"

He Hanchuan looked at Xiang Wan on the hospital bed through the crack of the door. Her cheeks with some baby fat two years ago had been sunken in, and she was a little less childish than before. Her facial features looked three-dimensional and a little more An indescribable flavor.

But... it made him feel tight in his chest.

Is this distressing?
Distressed because you like it?
Xiang Wan also saw him, she frowned, just glanced at him, then looked away as if she saw something dirty.

He Hanchuan clearly kept her reaction in his eyes, his tight chest felt a little more painful and itchy, as if someone was holding a tiny needle and pricking his heart one after another.

Not fatal, but painful.

He didn't know if this was what Yu Xuan said about liking. He had never been in a relationship, and he didn't know what liking was like. He only knew that when Xiang Wan was by his side every day before, he had never had such an uncomfortable experience.

After not hearing Xiang Wan's reply for a long time, Zhou Miao pouted, "Xiang Wan, did you hear what I just said? If Mr. He..."

"When did Mr. He have the habit of voyeurism?" Xiang Wan interrupted Zhou Miao's words, his eyes fell on He Hanchuan who was behind her, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his indifferent voice.

"!" Zhou Miao's pupils shrank, and she followed Xiang Wan's gaze stiffly. The lower corner of her left eye twitched a few times, and her face was colorful, blue, white, and red alternately.

She swallowed her saliva, and said awkwardly: "He... Mr. He hasn't left yet, what a... What a coincidence, hehe."

At the end, he smirked twice, not knowing where to put his hands and feet.

Fortunately, what she just said was 'Dang He is always Chinese cabbage', not 'Dang He is always farting'... But the current situation doesn't seem to be any better.

"Recently." He Hanchuan looked at Xiang Wan and said.

Xiang Wan frowned and lowered his eyes to avoid his.

Zhou Miao stood between the two uneasily, feeling that none of the head, arms, legs, buttocks, or back was comfortable. She secretly glanced at He Hanchuan, as if being roasted on a fire .

"Zhou Miao." Looking at Zhou Miao's pale face, Xiang Wan called out.

Zhou Miao turned around and looked at her, wanting to cry but without tears, "What's wrong?"

"I have something I want to talk to Mr. He alone, you should go back first." Xiang Wan said, licking his dry lips.

Hearing this, Zhou Miao was amnesty, and said happily, "Then I'll go first!"

She turned to He Hanchuan, didn't dare to look at him, lowered her head and said very fast: "Goodbye, Mr. He!"

Then he left quickly.

Looking through the crack of the door, Xiang Wan looked at the door where only He Hanchuan was left. He lowered his eyes and smiled self-deprecatingly.

Seeing this, He Hanchuan frowned almost invisibly, and raised his hand to loosen a button of his shirt, but the feeling of boredom and oppression in his chest did not decrease.

In the past, if there was a chance for the two of them to be alone, Xiang Wan would be too happy to find Bei, but now...she avoids him like a snake.

One was sitting in the ward, the other was standing outside the ward, the door between them was slightly open, the man was staring at the woman, the woman was staring at the ground, neither of them spoke, the atmosphere was a bit depressing and peaceful weird.

At this time, Zhou Miao, who had just left, came back panting again, and said with dodge eyes, "Ha... I almost forgot that Xiang Wan said she was going to the bathroom."

She laughed twice, and under He Hanchuan's gaze, she walked into the ward with one hand and one foot.

Xiang Wan's eyes flickered, "I can go to the toilet by myself, you don't have to come back."

With her back to He Hanchuan, Zhou Miao always felt like she was on her back. She twisted her body uncomfortably, "If it's not convenient for me to listen to you talking to Mr. He, I can go outside and wait."

Xiang Wan was just recovering from a serious illness, and she should not be too emotionally ups and downs, so she was still worried.

"...Thank you." Xiang Wan looked at her. After a while, he lowered his head and said, then covered his mouth and coughed twice.

Zhou Miao looked at the cold sweat constantly breaking out on her forehead, and hurriedly asked, "Xiang Wan, has the disease relapsed?"

He Hanchuan's back was straighter than before. He watched Xiang Wan subconsciously take a step forward, but soon frowned slightly and backed away.

"No..." Before the 'thing' could be said, Xiang Wan covered his mouth and coughed again, his face was pale and sweat was profuse.

He Hanchuan's pupils shrank slightly, and he ran into the ward in a few steps. Because he ran too fast, he hit the chair and almost fell down.But he ignored this, and ran straight to the bedside, with a pale face and trembling hands, he pressed the emergency button.

Ten minutes later, Xiang Wan was sent to the operating room.

He Hanchuan and Zhou Miao stood outside the operating room, neither of them spoke, the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

"Mr. He," Zhou Miao hesitated and hesitated, and said bravely, "You..."

She swallowed her saliva, wiped off the cold sweat from her head, and then said, "Can you stop coming... to the hospital for a few days?"

It was only a short sentence, but I stumbled several times.

He Hanchuan's gaze shifted from the operating room door to Zhou Miao's body, slightly cold
Zhou Miao's hands were twisted together, her back was wet with cold sweat, and her body couldn't stop shaking.This is a society ruled by law, but the fact that he abruptly broke Xiang Wan's leg made her afraid of him from the bottom of her heart.

"I'll leave when she comes out." He Hanchuan looked away, and his eyes fell on the operating door again.

Zhou Miao wanted to say, 'What if Xiang Wan sees you getting emotional, you'd better leave now', but she secretly glanced at his expression and didn't dare to speak out.

In fact, as an outsider, she really couldn't understand:

Say Mr. He likes Xiang Wan, he broke her leg and did so many things to hurt her.

It can be said that Mr. He doesn't like Xiang Wan. When she entered the emergency room, his worry, despair and anxiety couldn't be acted out.

Zhou Miao felt that she really didn't understand the thoughts of these rich people. She didn't understand Mr. He, nor did she understand Xiang Wan.

(End of this chapter)