"As long as he can let me go, it will be fine."

Ye Yifan was always uneasy. The entire Jiangcheng belonged to him. As long as he wanted to find him, no one could escape.

Ye Hancheng also knew that any action was in shackles.

But if you do nothing, you just wait for death.

Ye Hancheng's eyes were dark and a decisive light flashed in his eyes.

He would never let the little princess he had been praised since childhood and become humble and pitiful little by little.

"If you can let you go if you beg him, then he will not be Zhou Zimo."

His eyes became gentle, full of pampering, and he gently touched her head: "Don't worry, I'm here, I won't let him catch you back."

Ye Hancheng sat up from the quilt, tucked the quilt for her, and kissed her gently on her forehead: "Lying down and don't move, I'll get a basin of hot water."

He went down in his own clothes.

The door was opened and snowflakes floated in. Ye Yifan was lying on the bed and felt a cold wind, and couldn't help but tremble.

Looking at the unfamiliar environment, Ye Yifan turned over and felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart.

Habits are really a terrible thing. She used to sleep alone and never felt cold.

Maybe it’s because I’m used to being hugged, but a person feels particularly uncomfortable.

Ye Yifan was thinking about it all, Ye Hancheng suddenly appeared, put down the hot water basin, walked to the edge of the bed, wrapped her whole body in a quilt, sat on his lap, and began to take off her socks.

Only then did Ye Yifan realize that his injured little foot had been wrapped.

She moved her little feet, and Ye Hancheng grabbed it. He taught her with a doting and helpless manner: "Don't make trouble, you will lacerate your wounds."

"Brother Ye wants to wash my feet?"

She wrapped in a bloated quilt, revealing a small head, looking up at him, Ye Hancheng couldn't help but look down at her red cheeks and kissed her: "Are you shy?"

"No." Ye Yifan shook his head: "I just want to ask if you want money, but those who want money will not wash it."

"No money, no one."

"Then you'd better want money."

"Little rogue." Ye Hancheng pinched her face and said seriously: "I have washed your little feet since I was a child. It has been more than ten years. How much do you think you should give?"

"I'm a rich man now."

"I don't have money, I want you." Ye Hancheng suddenly twisted her little ear, lowered his head to her ear, and asked in a low voice: "Do you want to give it?"

Ye Yifan shook his head and replied seriously: "No, I'm still young."

They are still children.

"Okay, then I'll wait for you to grow up, don't run away."

"Um."

"A word is certain." Ye Hancheng pointed at her: "If you fall in love with someone else in the future, I have no other requests. Just give me a baby. Anyway, you can only give birth to me. I will take my child alone, and wait until you change your mind and come to me."

When talking about the child, the pain in Ye Yifan's eyes flashed, and Zhou Zimo... We were still out of luck after all, maybe this was God's will.

You have children with other women, and I am destined to have children for other men, which I owe him.

If I really give myself to Ye Hancheng and bear fruit as soon as possible, can you let me go...

"What's wrong? Don't want to agree?"
Chapter completed!