Chapter 380

Yihao just finished taking a bath and came out of the bathroom wearing a black bathrobe.

As soon as I went out, I heard someone knocking on the door.

Yihao frowned. He didn't hurry to call him in, but went to the wine cabinet and poured a glass of red wine. His low voice rang out: "come in!!"

Sister Amin pushed the door gently after she got the permission of Yihao. Instead of going in, she stood respectfully at the door and whispered, "young master, young grandma is outside the door and says she has something to tell you!"

Before, sister Amin was happy and excited to learn that Yihao had recovered her memory. However, when she knew that he and lengnuan had started a new round of war because of something, she was... Cold.

She really doesn't understand why Yihao can't give up hatred because of love. Maybe she is also a woman. Maybe, in a few months, she has witnessed Leng wennuan's sincerity and intentions towards him, so... This time she chose to stand on the same front with Leng wennuan.

Yihao couldn't help shaking when he heard sister Amin's words. He never expected that the woman would come to him so soon? Is it too short in less than a day?

"You tell her, I'm missing!!" Yihao said coldly. He wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to tell her that he was not so easy to refuse and offend Yihao.

"Young master, it seems to rain outside!" sister Amin's voice is very flat and can't hear anything clearly.

Yihao frowned, "it's just raining. It can't kill people!"*

"But, young grandma is pregnant with your child!" sister Amin's voice is still calm, and Yihao is angry when he sees that a servant dares to be presumptuous in front of him.

"Sister Amin, I think you are old and inefficient. You should retire!" Yi Hao stared at sister Amin with a gloomy face.

But sister Amin didn't panic at all, as if she had already taken all this calmly and had been psychologically prepared.

"Young master, something really happened in my family. In addition, I'm really old. I want to go back to my hometown to plant land and live a stable and peaceful life. Thank you for your approval!!" sister Amin said this, thought that Yihao made a standard 90 degree bow, finally closed the door and went downstairs directly.

Yihao was so angry at sister Amin's words that he almost smashed the wine glass in his hand.

What's the situation now? It's clearly his relatives and family. His home has been destroyed. Why does everyone in the Iraqi family face the cold and warm? Didn't the woman stay at Yi's house for a few months?

It can really buy people's hearts.

Yihao angrily drank the red wine in his hand, then put the quilt heavily on the tea table, got up and went to the window.

Because the main house was far away from the gate, he couldn't see the gate at all. Yihao looked up at the foggy day and frowned.

Look at this day, it seems that it is really going to rain

He was inexplicably worried about whether she would really take a shower. When Yihao knew that his heart was overflowing with compassion, he pulled the curtain heavily, turned and fell on the water bed, ready to have a good sleep.

He doesn't remember how long he didn't have a good rest in order to plan revenge. Now he is really tired and wants to sleep.

Lying on the bed, he closed his eyes and wanted to sleep.

However, the tip of the nose is filled with cold and warm breath from time to time.

Yihao jumped up from the bed and called the maid to help him change his sheets and quilt covers, and his whole face was more cloudy than the sky outside.

Cold and warm, she only knew that she was familiar with the smell of him, and she knew if it was him. And did she know that he was actually more exaggerated than her. Long ago, he had already practiced this ability to identify people with his nose?

He hated the smell and smell of her everywhere in the house. He hated that she always interfered with his thoughts intentionally or unintentionally.

He really hates this feeling.

Finally, he had to change his room to rest.

However, lying in bed, smelling a completely strange smell, he still couldn't sleep. His mind was full of cold and warm

From small to large, scenes after scenes of them together flashed through his mind like a movie, like a nightmare. They entangled his heart and controlled his thoughts.

Yihao sat up from the big bed with blood red eyes, raised his hand in pain and grabbed his hair.

"Cold, warm, you dead woman..." Yi Hao roared, gnashing his teeth. Finally, he didn't have time to change his clothes, jumped out of bed, went straight out of the room with a gloomy face, went downstairs, and then walked quickly towards the gate

Wennuan sits in front of the car and looks at the time from time to time. She has been waiting outside the gate for two hours, but she still doesn't see Yi Hao coming out, or someone sends a message asking her to go in.

It is not difficult to see that Yihao really hates her and doesn't want to see her again.

That's right. After all, if you look at it, you won't give up more. First, it doesn't have anything to do with love. Just look at the feelings that people will have when they get along with each other for a long time, let alone intercede.

Wennuan sat in front of the car. In fact, if it was her, she wouldn't let Yihao in. After all, blood feud is greater than heaven.

Revenge, it should be avenged, but

The person he wants to avenge is her father. If he really takes revenge, what should she do?

She can never be with her father murderer.

Love originally needs "humility". They want to be together all their life. If they don't give in when there are contradictions, the love won't last forever.

Usually, Yihao let her, but this time he can't let her again.

What can she do?

Give way?!

How can she give in to such a tangled matter?

It seems that the love between her and Yihao is destined... Not to last forever.

My heart hurts.

Eyes, astringent.

Nose, sour.

She and Yihao both paid so much. They both died for each other once. They are inseparable, but... Why is it still such an end?

Warm looked up at the gray sky, she lost her soul and smiled, and tears slipped quietly along some pale cheeks.

"Husband... If I could do it again, would we still love each other? If I could do it again, would you still love me? Husband... If I were not the daughter of your enemy?!" he said to himself, looking at the sky.