Zhou Zimo instantly turned cold, ignored her, picked up the chopsticks and ate.

Want to run? No way, you will be caught back when you run to the ends of the world.

Ye Yifan started to mess up in his arms again, slamming the table, knocking on the bowl, and kicking his legs: "Let me go, can you not be so annoying, and you have to hold me for a meal."

He didn't let her go, and he didn't let her go. No matter how he looked at him, he hated her.

Zhou Zimo's face turned black: "Shut up!"

He was the commander of the Huai Army and was not happy to use a woman as a human cushion. So he insisted on resisting him.

Ye Yifan snorted coldly, turned his face and refused to look at him.

This person is so stubborn.

He does whatever he wants, and does not take other people's wishes seriously.

She had to go out and leave a message to Ye Hancheng to Qianhongyuan. After so long, if he went to Qianhongyuan and didn't see her, he would definitely guess that she was arrested.

But he hasn't come here to find her yet.

Unless he didn't go to Qianhongyuan at all, he didn't know that he had left there.

Or is something happened to him?

Turning his eyes to the elegant and slow-moving man.

She lowered her eyes helplessly.

How could he tell her the news about Ye Hancheng?

Asking questions is a waste of time, and it will only anger him.

When Ye Hancheng woke up from the bumps, it was pitch black around him.

Open your eyes and can't tell whether it is day or night.

The sound of a car driving was heard in my ears. It could be heard that it was a military truck. So is he in the car now?

After trying to move his hands, he struggled several times but still couldn't break free from the rope. His hands were tied behind his back, his mouth was blocked, and his temples were left with sweat and wet his face.

Only Zhou Zimo has military trucks. Where is he going to send him?

He curled up, moved closer to the side, and kicked the car a few times.

In the empty carriage, he was the only one who breathed heavily, lying there sweatyly, his body shaking with the car, like an endangered beast.

The strong smell of blood was surrounded by his breath. It must be because of his wound inflammation. He disobeyed military orders and refused to leave the city. He was beaten with forty military sticks.

This despicable villain bullies others with his power. He wants to help himself and occupy his ordinary people, so he cannot find her.

He tried his best to sit up, and his temples and neck veins swelled up, his face flushed, and his handsome eyebrows and eyes frowned.

In the end, he fell to the ground powerlessly, dizzy again in a daze

...

Commander Ye’s Mansion.

On the maroon wooden table, various colorful desserts were littered, and the maid stood respectfully on both sides.

Mrs. Ye sat alone next to the table.

There is no expression on his face, and he is haggard and slightly pale all year round.

"Madam, what day is today? I made so much snack."

Ye Cheng is nearly fifty years old this year, but he looks particularly handsome and looks only forty years old.

His facial features are somewhat similar to Ye Hancheng, with two thick eyebrows and bright eyes.

With a gentle smile, he picked up a rose cake and put it in his mouth and took a bite: "This is the rose cake you made by yourself. I can eat it in one bite. The servants can't make this taste."

Cui Wanjun said weakly: "If you like to eat, eat more."

"I'll just let this time, I won't take the example. You're in poor health. How many times have you said, don't go into the kitchen. The smell of oil smoke is too strong and the children are not at home. I don't care about these things. I can just deal with it casually. If you want to eat, I'll learn to cook it for you."

Ye Cheng stroked her shoulder: "I wonder if Wan'er is willing to teach me?"

Cui Wanjun looked wandering and ignored him.
Chapter completed!