But when he saw Bai Weiwei’s pink and peachy face, his heart softened.
Although he just told himself that he should not have unnecessary feelings for her, his feelings were beyond his control.
【Ding, the level of favorability had risen by 10, and the current favorability is 50.】
Bai Weiwei was silent for a long time before asking the system, “This man doesn’t have multiple personalities, right?”
His favorability rating was like a roller coaster ride going up and down and back again, was he trying to torture her?
System: “Actually, it’s more like a psychopath.”
The mood swings of ordinary people were not so unpredictable, changing constantly.
Bai Weiwei silently gave the system 10,000 likes.
Han Zhengyu, who was defined as a psychopath by Bai Weiwei, couldn’t fall asleep at all that night. He was just staring at Bai Weiwei’s lovely sleeping face the whole time.
And the level of favorability was always going up and down. At the beginning, Bai Weiwei was scared, but in the end, she got used to the dings of the system, and fell asleep first.
When she woke up, his favorability rating stabilized at 50.
Bai Weiwei completely happy not getting up. At first she thought that Han Zhengyu hated her, but after all he was a normal person. It was difficult to capture his heart, but not as difficult as ascending to the heavens.
Now she doesn’t think so, Han Zhengyu, this guy is just like a tsundere.
Clearly so serious and calm in appearance, but the result was that his heart was like storm, emotional, and feelings in a complete mess.
Where his favorability can change both ways in the span of a minute.
Bai Weiwei said she might not be able to last one more month and as surely going to die.
After eating, Han Zhengyu said to Bai Weiwei, “I’m going to take you to a place.”
Bai Weiwei knew that this was definitely not a good thing, but she could only get in the car.
Soon they arrived at the cemetery. There was a solemn silence, and rows of tombstones were connected.
Bai Weiwei’s heart shook, she vaguely knew what Han Zhengyu wanted to do.
Sure enough, Han Zhengyu walked up to his mother’s tombstone and then looked back at her with complicated gaze.
Bai Weiwei stared at him ignorantly, like she didn’t know what was going on.
Han Zhengyu hardened his heart, and said coldly to her, “Kneel down.”
Bai Weiwei blinked in fear, not understanding why he was so fierce.
Han Zhengyu saw herapperance and his heart softened, but that softening feeling made him act even more cruel.
He couldn’t tolerate his feelings, how could he like the murderer who killed his mother.
Han Zhengyu stepped forward and gave Bai Weiwei a shove, directly pushing on to the ground. Then he pointed to the portrait on the tombstone and told her, “Say you’re sorry.”
Bai Weiwei glanced up, “Gege...”
Han Zhengyu looked cold, “Say it.”
Bai Weiwei immediately said, “I’m sorry.”
Han Zhengyu’s face was still very unsightly, but he let Bai Weiwei get up, and then took her to leave the cemetery.
Once out of the cemetery, they saw a black car parked at the entrance, and out came a middle-aged man and woman.
“Mr. Han, we are here.” The man stepped closer and said respectfully.
Han Zhengyu had his lips pursed and a gloomy face.
Bai Weiwei shrunk timidly behind him, as if she was afraid of strangers.
Han Zhengyu did not even give Bai Weiwei a glance, it seemed like he was afraid looking at her would soften his will.
He reached out and grabbed Bai Weiwei’s hand so hard it caused pain.
Bai Weiwei couldn’t help but whimper, but the next second, he pushed her towards the man and woman, “You are responsible for her daily life, and the psychiatrist will come tomorrow.”
The man immediately replied, “Okay, Mr. Han.”