Chapter 332

Yihao was stunned for a few seconds. The next second, he jumped out of bed, ran into the health room, pressed the light on, turned his back to a big mirror inside, and turned his head, and a red mole appeared at the bottom of his eyes*

Good looking eyebrows tightened very tightly, and unspeakable feelings spread at the bottom of my heart, including happiness, excitement and sadness. After all, I still don't believe that all this is true subconsciously.

Happy and excited, because if he is really Yihao, he can be with cold and warm and aboveboard. I'm afraid no one in the world doesn't want to be with the person he likes.

However, when he was sad, because he still couldn't put Xiaoya and them in his heart. After all, when he opened his eyes, he regarded them as his relatives.

Although Wang Feng was greedy for money and often let him do manual work for a few dollars, he knew from his heart that she was a kind woman with a vicious mouth and a kind heart.

And Xiaoya, although she doesn't have much contact with her at ordinary times and is very good to him, he always feels that there are some secrets hidden in her heart. From the beginning of her care for herself, he can see that she is very kind.

Over the past few months, he has been desperately telling himself that he is Zhanbo, a very ordinary fisherman. Although his mind is empty and his heart is at a loss, he suddenly told him that he has another identity, a life, another wife, or even children*

All this came so suddenly that he was a little unprepared.

After a few minutes in the Wei Sheng room, Yi Hao ran back to the room, pulled warm up from the bed and asked loudly, "tell me, what's going on? Are you kidding me? Are you lucky to hit the red mole on your waist?"

The warm circles of her eyes were red. She bit her lips and looked straight at Yi Hao's handsome face through the light from Wei Sheng. Her eyes were astringent and her heart hurt. She really didn't know why Yi Hao didn't believe her words and why she didn't believe it. He was Yi Hao, not the so-called exhibition.

"Your name is Yihao, not Zhanbo. You are my cold and warm husband, the richest man in Asia, the president of muda group and the boss behind the dark night. Husband... When will you remember me? Remember everything?"

With warm red eyes, his eyes flickered at Yi Hao. When he saw his eyebrows slowly twisted up, his face appeared to be tangled and struggling. Warm extended his hand and hugged his neck.

"Husband... You know what? I don't blame you for your amnesia. You become like this only to save me. I just want you to recover your memory quickly, and then wait with me for our baby to come. We can live an ordinary life, or find a place where no one can know us and hide my name. As long as I can be with you, I will be happy Very satisfied! "

"Husband... You know, all I want is to be with you. No matter before, now or in the future, I really just want to be with you!"

Yihao was so confused that he gently pushed away wennuan, picked up his clothes from the ground and put them on his body. Then he whispered, "it's all coming too fast. I'll think about it first! Let me calm down!"

With that, Yihao opened the door and went out.

Warm looked at the door being closed heavily, and her tears rolled down.

She doesn't know what he is running away from, and she doesn't know. If he likes her and learns the news, shouldn't he be happy? Why is that?

He fell heavily on the bed, pressed his chest and gasped.

The pain spread and fled in her heart, making it difficult for her to breathe, so uncomfortable, so sad

Yihao went downstairs in great confusion. Looking at the looming community illuminated by the street lamp, he glanced at the street lamp and looked at the flying light rain. His heart was really chaotic. It was like a large group of lines scattered on the ground. No matter how he managed and looked for, he couldn't find the head of the line.

Out of the community, looking at the very busy street in the daytime, it seems very quiet at the moment. The street without anyone is very bleak. Yi Hao's eyes are slowly stained with cold ice and hang on his body. The hands on both sides of his body are also clenched inch by inch, and finally clenched into a fist.

The scene that Xiaoya took care of him when she was recovering from illness was shaking in her mind. In addition, when she first met Leng wennuan, she cried and called her husband

He really couldn't tell who was lying and who was telling the truth.

Stepping away from his slender legs, Yihao clenched his teeth and ran desperately to the other end of the street. He ran with all his strength and at his fastest speed. On his handsome forehead, green tendons slowly emerged, and his cold eyes gradually burst out red light

The next day, when the first light in the morning came into the room, he turned his head and looked out of the window.

Unconsciously, she sat like this all night.

She has been waiting for Yihao, but she didn't expect that he hasn't come back since he went out.

I can't guess where he went back, let alone what he is doing now.

Are you really hiding somewhere to sort out your thoughts, or... Go back to the fishing village and question Xiaoya? Or did you not believe her at all and find a place to hide?

She's really not sure.

Powerlessly took a dress from the wardrobe and put it on slowly. Taking the key, she plans to go out and look around for Yihao.