"You don't want to die, don't you?"

If he really wanted to die, he would not have said what he said just now, and he would have the world and control all living beings.

"Is this important?" Ye Hancheng chuckled, "When she was still a doll, I swear that as long as she could live well, I could do anything. My life has been alive for her since she was five years old, and now it's not a pity to end it for her."

"You are more ambitious than your father, more ambitious than him, and more cruel than him."

Speaking of this, he looked at him meaningfully: "But he can live to his forties but you can only live to twenty-three."

Ye Han felt as if he was dead: "This is my sin."

Master Zhong chuckled: "I thought you would grab her back."

"If her heart is on me, even if I kill all over the world, I will take her away, but she won't."

Master Zhong looked at the yard. Commander Ye held the black wooden box and held a snack in one hand, feeding it while eating. One box was covered with pastry residue, and a hint of pity flashed in his eyes.

"What if you do the antidote, what will your dad do?"

A pain flashed in Ye Hancheng's eyes: "If possible, please give him to Yifan for me. I believe she will take good care of him."

"You have never mentioned your father's illness since you came here. Don't you want me to treat him?"

Ye Hancheng shook his head gently: "No."

"If my dad is not crazy, he will not be alive now."

He knows this better than anyone else.

It is precisely because of this that he did not treat him.

Master Zhong sighed in his heart, feeling pity for the father and son.

Ye Hancheng turned his head and looked at him, indifferently instructed: "Don't let anyone know about this matter. I will write a letter and put it in the Taoist temple. From now on, someone will come to him every year."

He arranged everything.

Only when he didn't care much about his own affairs, he knew how cruel it was to make medicine. Master Zhong couldn't bear it and regretted developing this medicine.

...

After a night of ups and downs, Ye Yifan was so tired that he fell asleep. Zhou Zimo put on his clothes and gently kissed her on the forehead.

His eyes were very gentle, tender and tired, with pain...

The door was gently closed, and the woman on her upper body slowly opened her eyes.

She sat up slowly, and the soft quilt slipped off, revealing her snow-white skin, covered with dense kiss marks and traces of fingers kneading, which looked shocking.

Ye Yifan lay on the side and vomited.

The lingering scene of last night came to my mind, and the woman in the picture who was crushed by him and was crazily ravaged by him became Liu Fengfeng.

There was a mess on the top, with a strong aura of scent, and Ye Yifan felt that he was very dirty.

A strong feeling of discomfort reminded her what she gave birth to last night.

"Ah...why, why do you treat me like this!"

Ye Yifan swept down the things on the front table like crazy. The small green desk lamp with a smiley face like Ye Mansion was also smashed to the ground by her.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?"

As soon as Xinyue opened the door, she smelled a faint smell of fishy sandalwood. Before she could see clearly, she heard Ye Yifan shouting in a crying voice: "Go out!"

"Miss." Xinyue walked over and hugged her with red eyes: "What's wrong with you? Have you had a fight with Dashuai?"
Chapter completed!