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After lingering outside the gate for nearly half an hour, only then did Warmth muster up the courage to enter. She took off her slippers before the door was pushed open, then walked in like an ostrich with its head lowered.

Warmth had just taken two steps when he felt two incomparably sharp gazes shooting towards him.

He lifted his head cautiously, glancing sideways at her, and saw her staring at him angrily. She couldn't help but take in a breath of cold air. She bit her lip, wanting to say something, but her throat felt like it was stuck in a hole from a stab. She couldn't even make a sound as loud as a mosquito, so she had to tighten the hand holding the slipper behind her back. *

Yi Hao didn't say anything. His cold gaze was fixated on the restless woman standing in front of him. In the end, his gaze fell on the white woman who was rubbing her hands. On her tender feet.

Ihao didn't want to get angry with her, but the thought of her lying to him and meeting other men in private made him feel strangely upset.

"Cold and warm, what are you hiding behind your back?" He didn't want to get angry, so he turned his attention to things that wouldn't make him angry, but someone became even more frightened after he asked that question.

Warmth looked straight at Ihao, then shook his head with all his might: "Young Master … Nothing! Nothing! There's nothing behind me! "

When she saw him suddenly get up and walk toward her, she turned pale with fright. She stared at him in horror, and when he tried to grab something behind her, she turned to run back up the stairs.

If Ihao found out that she had accidentally slipped into the wrong slippers, he would immediately fly into a rage and scold her until she was soaked in dog blood … It was not as if such a thing had never happened.

Seeing that Warmth was acting like a rabbit, he ran upstairs with a "Dong Dong" sound. Yi Hao's eyes were frightening. He pursed his lips and shouted in his heart, "Cold and warm, don't let me catch you. Otherwise, you're dead for sure!"

Without saying anything further, Yi Hao immediately chased after him.

He managed to get to the fourth floor, but before he could run upstairs again, he was caught. She hid her slippers in her dress in horror, then stared at him.

When Yi Hao saw this, he grabbed her by the collar and ordered, "Cool down, get that thing out!" What was it that protected it so desperately? Could it be that Ji Lixing gave it to her?

When he thought of the words "Ji Li Xing", the anger that he had suppressed with great difficulty surged up his throat again.

He didn't know why he felt so displeased with that man. Logically speaking, since he was the grandson of Old Madam Ji, he should be very polite towards him and even treat him as his own brother. However … As long as he had anything to do with the woman in front of him, he had no plans for that.

"Young Master... There's really nothing... Can you not hand it over? " At the instant when Warm lifted his head to meet Ihao's furious eyes, he lowered his head in guilt.

"No way!" At the sound of warm words, Ihao roared with rage. Seeing the woman tightly grabbing onto her clothes, he did not have the slightest intention of handing over her things. He didn't want to waste time talking to her, so he just reached his hand out and touched her.

But as soon as his hand was inside the warm collar of his shirt, Win screamed in fright, and almost every woman reacted instinctively. She let go of the hand that was under the dress and wrapped her arms around her chest, not wanting him to put his hand in, but ….

Because of this action, Ihao's hand was directly pressed against hers. She had taken her chest. Department.

The skin on his fingertips was exceptionally smooth, and Ihao's eyes widened instantly. Her chest suddenly felt cold, and she stared at him almost as hard as she did at him.

Just as the two of them were about to leave. As he stared, his shoes fell out of his warm clothes.

"Dong ~ Dong ~" Two loud sounds successfully pulled Ihao back from his thoughts. He lowered his head to look at what had fallen to the ground, but the moment he saw what had fallen, his pretty forehead instantly became covered by two black lines. "Hua ~"

"Cold and warm …" Ihao stared at the woman in front of him, who did not know what to say. He pulled his hand back in exasperation and bellowed at her. Could it be that this woman couldn't distinguish the priorities of the matter? A pair of slippers, hiding? This caused him to think that it was something important, but in the end …

He fought over slippers with an idiot woman, and he even fought over them for half a day!

If this got out, he would lose all his face!

When he thought about how childish he'd been, he wanted to smack her to death.

When she saw him raise his hand, Warmth thought he was going to hit her. He shrank back against the wall and squatted down, then said in fear, "Young Master … Sorry, I... I shouldn't wear the wrong slippers, woo woo... Don't hit me! I didn't do it on purpose, I really didn't do it on purpose! "

Seeing the warmth of the reaction, Ihao jumped. Why would he want to hit her? He just wanted to point a finger at her and scold her, but...

However, when he saw the woman standing on the wall, trembling in fear and her tears rolling down her face, he suddenly felt a little confused.

He suddenly wanted to laugh, really wanted to laugh.

Since when did they become like this?

They used to … So good, so good... It was so good that he thought he would be like this for the rest of his life, but now …

Yi Hao looked at the slippers in front of him coldly. Finally, he took a deep breath and turned to leave without saying a word.

When she saw that he had neither hit her nor scolded her, she could not for a moment guess what he was thinking. She could only watch his back as he went upstairs.

In the gloom of the room, Ihao stood alone in front of a large photograph. He looked at the smiling, gentle woman, and his eyes became very deep.

He didn't know how long he had looked at the photo, but he finally asked in a low voice, "Mom, could it be that I'm wrong to take revenge for you?"

He did not hesitate to spend ten years to deeply root his hatred towards the Leng Clan. He thought that if he made her afraid of him, let her know that the Leng Clan owed him, and successfully turn her into the terrified slave girl beside him, he would be happy, but … Seeing her like this today, why did his heart ache so much?!

The pain was worse than having his heart and lungs torn. Even breathing felt painful.

He looked straight at the photo for a long time, then slumped down the wall until he fell to the floor. But his past memories were like a flood that had opened its gates, crazily rushing towards him …