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Ihao rolled his eyes at the look of disbelief on their faces. *

"Don't tell me that none of you know about this!" Who was Xu Meng? As long as he took any action, he would be able to investigate everything clearly. He would be able to find out who he wanted to kill, or what kind of goods he wanted to rob, or what kind of items he wanted to trade with. That was the reason why he was so confident that he would be able to handle so many big and small matters over the years.

"…" Seeing that Yi Hao's eyes were about to spit fire, Ming Hao looked like he was possessed. He let go of Xu Meng, walked up to Yi Hao, and looked straight at him.

However, Yi Hao didn't understand why Ming Hao would suddenly step forward and look at him with such a strange gaze. Yi Hao frowned and opened his mouth wanting to ask Ming Hao what madness he was thinking of, but before he could say anything, Ming Hao suddenly touched his forehead and said, "Hao Zi, did you lose your mind due to the rain today?"

When Yi Hao heard this, countless black lines immediately appeared on his forehead. At the same time, he was also so shocked by Ming Hao's actions that he forgot to slap Ming Hao's claws …

"Haozi, the little princess has already died in three years. Why did you suddenly mention her name?" Ming Hao asked in surprise.

However, when Yi Hao heard the word "hang," his eyes suddenly darkened. He glared fiercely at Ming Hao, who immediately retracted his hand in fear at his ice-cold gaze. *

"I don't care whether or not you know that Warmth is still alive, but, the bullet from the dark night really hit her body, so I won't pursue today's matter. If there were to be any more mistakes in the future, the bullet would not just pierce through my abdomen! " He gave them a cold look, then strode out of the study.

The moment Yi Hao stepped out of the room, Xu Meng slumped to the ground in pain. Seeing this, Ming Hao and the other two immediately helped him out of the study. At the same time, they asked Sister Min to call the doctor to fetch Xu Meng's bullets.

"Young Master, don't worry. The doctor said that after the anesthetic recedes, the young mistress will wake up!" Seeing Yi Hao sitting motionlessly on the bed, Sister Amin said worriedly, "Young Master, it's time for dinner!"

Hearing her words, Yi Hao acted as if he didn't hear her. He lay down beside her and stared at her pale face. After a long while, he finally whispered, "I'm not hungry. You go down first."

"But …" Ah Min wanted to continue persuading him to eat, but when her vigilant gaze fell on his unhappy frown, she immediately shut her mouth and changed the topic. "Yes!"

Amin looked at him with concern, then quietly left the room.

Yi Hao's brows relaxed after AmMin left. He shifted his body and used one hand to support his head as he looked at her.

Looking at the little face that appeared in his dreams almost every day, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

He thought he would never see her again. He thought that from now on, when he thought of her, he would only see her in his dreams.

Ihao looked directly at the woman sleeping soundly in his arms. With his other hand, he couldn't help but move his hand to her face and redirect his attention to her. His hair was in a mess. When he removed the hair on his forehead, a deep scar impressively appeared in front of his eyes.

For some reason, looking at that scar made Ihao's heart lurch. His eyes flickered slightly as his slender white fingers gently caressed the scar. In the end, he couldn't help but lower his head and lightly kiss the scar on her forehead.

"Wifey, was it very painful back then?" Ihao couldn't help but ask in a low voice. He remembered that ever since she was young, she had always been afraid of pain. Even if she were to accidentally fall down and break a little bit of skin, she would still bawl for a long time. With such a deep scar, I really don't know how much she screamed back then.

After kissing the scar on her forehead, Yi Hao carefully reached out and took her in his arms. If he hadn't hugged her for fear of getting her wounds, he really wouldn't have hugged her so lightly. God knows how much he wanted to hold her tight now. If he could, he really wanted to hold her in his arms. In her body, she wouldn't have any chance to leave him, not even if she had to leave him for a short moment.

His arms were no longer empty. Ihao closed his eyes contentedly, placed his chin gently on his warm head, closed his eyes, and, with a faint smile on his lips, went to sleep.

The next day.

Warmth was awakened by the unbearable pain in her abdomen, but when she opened her eyes, she was stunned by the scene before her.

Ye Zichen casually swept a glance around the room, and found ten maids standing not far away from the bed with something different in their hands.

In the end, her gaze fell upon the eyes of Sister Amin. Seeing her smile that was a bit too fawning, her warm eyebrows couldn't help but wrinkle.

Looking at the unfamiliar environment in front of her, Warmth began to reminisce about the past. When memories from before he passed out flooded into his mind, only then did Warmth abruptly get up from his bed. Sit up.

However, just as he moved, a tearing pain came from his abdomen. Warm immediately furrowed his brows and couldn't help but gasp in a low voice.

"Young Mistress, what's wrong?" Sister Amin noticed that Warm frowned and covered her wound with her hand. She immediately went forward and asked worriedly. Before Ihao went to the company, he had instructed them that if she gave him some money, they would all be in trouble.

Although the pain from her stomach was hard to bear, it still didn't make her lose consciousness. Hearing the way she was addressed, Warming couldn't help but stiffen. At the same time, he couldn't help but look at her with astonishment.

Young Mistress?!

She actually called her Young Mistress?!