In the early hours of the morning, a black sedan drove into the castle. Ye Hao got out of the car, he put on a big windbreaker, his steps were hurried, and his face looked a little more depressed than usual.

The castle was so quiet that there was no sound to be heard, and the lights were turned off in every room, except for a glimmer of light in the corridors.

He gently pushed open the bedroom door, and he slowed down a little for fear of disturbing his wife, who was already resting. In the bedroom, there was only a small nightlight at the head of the bed, and the milky white light seemed a little dim, but it was very soft and not dazzling at all.

Ye Hao walked to the side of the bed and saw that his wife was indeed asleep, but he could find that her face was not good, and even a trace of worry could be seen between his eyebrows.

Yan Yan ......

Ye Hao sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand to pull the quilt up a little, and then said goodbye to the few strands of long hair that fell on her forehead.

I'm sorry, Yan Yan......

Ye Hao moved his lips slightly, his voice was extremely low, and only he could hear his voice from the heart. And his eyes gradually filled with a faint trace of unbearability and distress.

He reached into the quilt and took her hand, which was much smaller than his.

Yan Yan, don't worry, I will always be by your side and accompany you through this most difficult day. You have to be strong, no matter what happens next.

This night, Ye Hao didn't sleep all night, he would open his eyes from time to time to look at his wife beside him, until he saw that she was sleeping peacefully, he could not be at ease.

The next day, he got up very early, freshened up and went downstairs, at this time the servants in the house got up, and the fate of getting up at half past six on weekdays, at this time he had been riding a small children's bicycle downstairs for a long time, which he had learned for several days, and he looked a lot taller and his hair had grown a lot more than one year and four months, and he had become a little handsome man.

"Daddy......" Yuan Yuan stepped on the small car to come to Dad's side, and then carefully got out of the car, and then hugged Dad's long legs.

Ye Hao looked at the fate that had grown up in front of him, and under the light, the figures of their father and son were tightly intertwined.

He squatted down, suddenly reached out and hugged Yuanyuan, looking at the child's red little face.

Yuan Yuan pouted and smiled, looking silly and cute. He suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched his father's face, and after pinching it, he made a grimace at his father, looking like a prank.

Ye Hao looked at the child's cute behavior, if he usually pretended to be very serious, and then said that the child was a troublemaker, but at this time he couldn't speak, and his heart seemed to be pulled by something, and he was also a little uncomfortable.

"Yuanyuan, come, kiss Dad." Ye Hao suddenly put his cheek to the child's mouth.

Yuan Yuan bit his lip, a pair of eyes blinked, and he seemed to be a little overwhelmed, usually only his mother asked him to kiss him.

"Dad......" Yuan Yuan shouted again, but after a while, he suddenly reached out and patted his father's cheek.

Ye Hao saw that the child didn't seem to understand what he meant, so he didn't force it, he put down the fate in his hand, stroked the little head of the edge of the edge again, and said: "The edge of the edge will become a good child in the future, you know?" ”

Yuan Yuan nodded as if he understood, and muttered the one that Dad just said, "Good boy!" ”

"Yes!" Ye Hao patted Yuanyuan's little face again and said, "Yuanyuan is a good child." ”