Zhou Zi made accustomed to say: "We have skin-friends every night, and she can't have been silent until now."

Dr. Huang's face turned red. No wonder the fourth concubine was held in his arms and sleeping in his arms during the day.

I have to say that this handsome man really spoiled the fourth concubine to a remarkable extent.

So far, she hasn't heard of any man holding a woman in his arms and coaxing her to sleep.

The more wealthy a woman is, the more humble her status is. She doesn't even allow her to sit on her thighs, let alone hug her.

"The fourth concubine's pulse is indeed normal and her physical condition is also very good. As for why she is not pregnant, I don't know."

Zhou Zimo's eyes were dark, and he pursed his lips and said nothing.

...

After Ye Hancheng woke up in the hospital, he went home the next day.

The Ye family became lifeless because of Cui Wanjun's death, and many servants' eyes were swollen.

Since Commander Ye came back with Cui Wanjun's body, he had been locked in the bedroom. Ye Hancheng had kneeled at the door waiting for him when he came back from the hospital.

He clenched his fists and said choked: "Dad, I know you can't bear to leave your mother, but people cannot be resurrected. Let's put my mother in peace as soon as possible."

“…”

"After the funeral, you will punish your son anyway."

“…”

After talking for a long time, no one in the room answered.

Ye Hancheng's eyes flashed, he suddenly raised his head, stood up, and slapped the door hard: "Dad, open the door."

"If you don't open the door, it's okay to say something to me."

There was still no response in the room. Ye Hancheng's eyes were scarlet and he smashed the door with his hands. He suddenly burst into tears and shouted: "Dad, tell me something!!"

"Young Master, don't do this, your wound is bleeding."

"Master may just want to be calm alone." The servant stepped forward to stop his crazy behavior.

"Go away, don't touch me!" Ye Hancheng angrily shook the servant away: "Dad, I beg you to open the door."

There were a few bright red bloody palm prints on the red painted wooden door. Ye Hancheng slapped for a long time but didn't respond. His face instantly pale, and the room was as quiet as if no one was present.

The old butler stepped forward and knocked on the door: "Master, you have been locked in there for two days. Come out. The young master is seriously injured. If your wife knows that you don't care about him like this, you will be angry."

"Break the door open!"

"Young Master..."

Ye Hancheng hung his hand, like a crazy beast, kicked the door hard, and roared with anger, "I'll let you knock the door open!!!"

The servant was frightened by his hideous appearance and could only follow the order and knocked open the door.

In the room, Commander Ye was lying on the bed, holding a maroon wooden box in his arms, looking at the front with his eyes blank, his head turned pale.

Ye Hancheng widened his eyes in shock and walked step by step to him, walking very slowly, his steps as if he was walking a thousand pounds.

He touched his head with trembling hands.

A trace of pain flashed in the eyes of the old housekeeper behind him, full of heartache. The lady was gone, the wife died, and the master became like this. How sad it would be for the young master to be alone.

Drops of crystal tears fell to the ground, and Ye Hancheng knelt on the ground: "Dad, I'm sorry for you, you beat me to death, don't let me go, as long as you can feel better, you can kill me."
Chapter completed!