Ye Hancheng raised his head, looked out the window calmly, and said lightly: "It's pretty good."

In this way, he can live in her heart forever, be with her forever, and never be abandoned by her again.

For him, this is not the most beautiful ending.

"What?"

The little Taoist priest suspected that he had heard it wrong. Could this be a fool?

After drinking the medicine, Ye Hancheng returned to the room, walked to the desk and sat down, laid rice paper, picked up a brush and started writing.

He wrote very seriously, with a smile on his face that seemed to be there and not be able to look very soft and his handsome facial features warmed up.

It was as warm as a young man in love writing love letters to his beloved woman, even his eyes were filled with undetectable pampering.

In just a moment, he filled a few pieces of paper and placed neatly on the table.

...

Quiet and elegant residence.

The once gorgeous and beautiful room is now in a mess, and everything has been smashed to pieces.

Everything in this room was carefully crafted by him, designed for her hobbies and arranged in the style she likes, and he participated in every little detail.

But now, he broke all this with his own hands.

He is tired.

I never want to please her, nor do I want to be fooled like a fool.

He wants to be the same person he was.

...

One morning, Ye Hancheng just came out of the room with a washbasin when he saw an extremely familiar figure in the corridor.

With a "bang", the copper basin fell to the ground, and the water splashed all over the ground, flowing down the steps.

Ye Yifan looked at him blankly. His clothes were torn and dirty, and he looked pitiful, and his little face was covered with mud.

Ye Hancheng stood there as if he was stupid.

Ye Yifan walked towards him step by step and shouted carefully: "Brother Ye."

Ye Hancheng suddenly pulled her into his arms, held the back of her head with his big hand and pressed it tightly on his chest, his deep eyes full of uneasiness.

"Yifan."

His voice was hoarse and he screamed in uncertainty. Even if he held the person in his arms, he still couldn't believe that she had really come here.

Ye Yifan was hugged too tightly and his bones were hurt.

Ye Hanzhi immediately let go of her, held her cheek with his big hands, lowered his head, and looked at her deeply: "Filly, why did you run out?"

She is really the person wanted by Zhou Zimo.

Thinking of Zhou Zimo, Ye Yifan's nose felt sore and wanted to cry.

"I've been cheated."

"Is Zhou Zimo not good to you?" Ye Hancheng looked her nervously, wiped her dirty cheeks with his big hand, and asked with concern: "Has he bullied you?"

Ye Yifan shook his head and hugged his waist: "I don't want to go back. I don't like him anymore, I don't like him anymore."

"I want to go with you. If you don't want me, send me abroad."

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

"Know."

Ye Hancheng looked at her for two seconds, and suddenly put one hand over her waist, pressed the back of her head with the other hand, lowered his head and kissed her deeply.

His passionate and lingering kissing method made Ye Yifan unable to resist, and his soft body was forced to lean back and bear his kiss.

"Have you thought about it, come to see me?"

Ye Hancheng rubbed her moist lips, couldn't help but lower his head and kissed her, and gasped and said, "As long as you are willing to follow me, I will never let go."
Chapter completed!