Ye Hancheng looked at him in surprise, always thinking that he looked strange, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

"Is it time to have a meal?" Commander Ye looked at the sun outside the door, and then pulled him up as if nothing had happened: "Let's go, let's have a meal."

Ye Hancheng let him pull him stupidly, and a group of servants reacted and hurriedly went to prepare the meal.

The master finally figured it out, but he still felt sorry for his father.

The young master suffered such severe injuries and knelt for so long, and he became hungry if he didn't eat.

At the dining table, the servants were scrambling to arrange the meals.

Commander Ye was always very calm, holding the tea cup and drinking tea comfortably. Seeing the person opposite him staring at him, he paused slightly, looked at no one outside the door, and pushed the tea cup in front of him: "Do you want to drink tea?"

Ye Hancheng lowered his head and shook his head sadly: "No drink."

"Oh, then you have a meal."

Commander Ye picked up the chopsticks and picked up the food and started eating.

Ye Hanchang didn't want to eat it, but after looking at him for a while, he finally picked up the chopsticks and started eating it with the same wax.

He moves extremely slowly, like a terminally ill old man.

A chopstick of red pepper was put into his bowl, and Commander Ye asked seriously: "Wan'er didn't eat tomatoes today?"

Ye Hancheng's face turned pale in an instant, and his body seemed to be fixed, froze in place, and a chill spread in his heart.

After looking at the table, he saw two pairs of chopsticks. Commander Ye pulled his face and snorted coldly: "It's just us to have dinner again. Hancheng must have been secretly holding Yifan out for fun. When they grow up a little, we will split up with him and let the couple go alone."

The old butler widened his eyes in shock: "Master, this is the young master."

Commander Ye did not respond to the old butler's words, and continued to hold the vegetables in his bowl. He didn't know that the food was full. The food fell everywhere, so he picked it up and continued to put it up carefully.

"Wan'er, why don't you eat?" He looked at the person opposite him in confusion: "You can only hold your grandson with good health. If you don't eat, do you want to take medicine?"

"Master, Madam has already..." As soon as the old housekeeper stepped forward, Ye Hancheng stopped him, looked at his father and smiled bitterly, and said with difficulty: "I'll eat."

When Commander Ye saw him having dinner, he smiled on his old face, which was the expression he showed when he saw Cui Wanjun.

The old housekeeper's eyes were red.

Master... went crazy.

Ye Hancheng swallowed the food with difficulty and even tasted a bloody smell.

He covered his heart and spit out a mouthful of blood...

In the hall, Commander Ye suddenly got mad, his face was ferocious and terrifying: "Wan'er is dead, Wan'er is dead, Wan'er is dead..."

"Wan'er is dead, his son is dead... Yifan is dead..." Speaking of this, he seemed to suddenly remember something, and rushed outside. The servants stepped forward to stop him, and they were knocked down.

"Yifan is not dead, the sedan chair is gone, she is gone, and her son is dead..."

"Dad..." Ye Hancheng fell to the ground and stretched out his hand at him with difficulty.

"Stop the master quickly and don't let him out!"

...

Zhou Mansion.

Zhou Zimo sat on the sand and smoked, his eyes versus being well versed.

Her health is fine, why is she not pregnant?

Could it be that she secretly drank the medicine for avoiding herbs?

impossible!

She couldn't touch that kind of thing at all.

"Master General." Adjutant Liang walked in and interrupted his thoughts

"This is a letter sent from Jinxiu City, and from Guan Huantian."
Chapter completed!