Ye Hancheng stroked a long strand of her behind his ears and wiped the corners of her mouth.

"You won't be miserable. No matter whether I am living or dead, I will protect you when you need it."

Thinking of the men in black, Ye Yifan wrinkled: "Brother Ye, have you given poison to those men in black, so they listened to you so much?"

"Is they telling you?" Ye Hancheng's deep eyes were filled with a deep coldness.

Those men in black would not say anything like dead people, Ye Yifan thought to himself.

"It was the butler who told me that he reassured me that these people would never betray me."

Ye Hancheng pursed his lips slightly, and gently stroked her big hands on her face: "Do you think I'm bad?"

Ye Yifan shook his head gently: "I know Brother Ye is for my own good, but why don't you give me a medicine directly? I'll give me the kind of poison that needs to be taken once a day or a month, then Zhou Zimo wouldn't have caught me back."

Ye Hancheng pulled his lips slightly, his delicate facial features were stained with a hint of warmth, and he rationally analyzed: "According to his personality, there are only two possibilities in this case. First, he threatened me to force me to hand over the antidote, and second, take you back directly and let me fall into the trap, because he knew that I could not let you die."

This is what Zhou Zimo is terrible. He is not only good at psychological tactics, but also has a ruthless heart.

"What's more, how could I give you that medicine?"

However, I am very happy that you can say this because you let me know how trust you trust me.

Ye Hancheng looked at her gently, picked up the handkerchief and wiped her dirty cheeks.

"Everyone in the world knows that I will never hurt you, only you, the fool, don't know."

"Brother Ye, I want to sleep." Ye Yifan leaned his head against him, yawned, and looked sleepy.

"Yeah, go to bed."

Ye Hancheng touched her little head, hugged her into his arms, and gently patted her body.

Seeing her closing her eyes, Ye Hancheng picked her up and walked out of the kitchen. As soon as he walked through the corridor, he heard a uniform breathing sound from the little thing in his arms.

He subconsciously slowed down and looked at the little woman in his arms with soft eyes, walking very slowly.

She really came to him...

This time, he will not let her go.

Ye Yifan was put on the bed, and his two little hands subconsciously grabbed his clothes, said something to himself, and continued to fall asleep again.

The man carefully took off his shoes for her. Seeing the blood-stained socks, a trace of pain flashed in Ye Hancheng's eyes, and his red eyes stared at her.

What did that beast Zhou Zimo do to her make her so decisively want to leave him.

As long as he is still alive, she will never be allowed to be caught again.

Ye Yifan slept very heavily, and he didn't even know that his clothes were taken off. Maybe she had never been prepared in front of him.

Both of them threw their clothes on the ground and their shoes were lying in a mess.

In the cold quilt, Ye Yifan frowned in his bellyband. Ye Hancheng stroked her cheeks, lay on his side and looked at her. He stared at her for a long time before holding her in his arms and warming her with his body temperature.

Being hugged in a daze, Ye Yifan subconsciously drilled into his arms, wrapped his small hands around his waist, and his little head pressed against his warm chest.

Ye Hancheng's body stiffened for a moment, then hugged her in his arms as if nothing had happened, and gently patted her back.
Chapter completed!