Mo Yixuan looked at the door, and with just one glance, his face became very cold.

There was also a flash of deep disgust in his eyes.

Ye Hao almost rushed over, he stretched out his hand and pushed Mo Yixuan, who was standing next to his wife, back hard, and said angrily: "You fucking get out!" ”

Mo Yixuan was pushed back by him several steps, he gritted his teeth, his slender fingers clenched tightly, and the deep hatred came from the bone marrow, as if it would never be dispersed.

Ye Hao squatted down again, looking anxiously at his wife in front of him with a pair of eyes, and when he saw her godless eyes and tear-stained face, his whole body twitched, falling into an extreme self-blame and guilt. He placed his hand on her forehead, and when he touched the cold skin, there was a deep pain in his eyes.

It's all his fault, it's that he didn't protect her well, and it was he who didn't come over in time and made her feel wronged.

Although he didn't know what was going on, he couldn't guess what might have happened to her without asking.

"Yan Yan ......" Ye Hao directly stretched out his hand, hugged He Xiyan, who was sitting on the ground, and hugged him tightly in his arms. looked at Mo Yixuan again, and said angrily: "What did you do to her?" ”

Ye Hao glanced around and found that the fate was gone. Did these people just snatch the child?

Mo Yixuan stood with his hands in his hands, and when he heard his son's name, his heart throbbed fiercely, and the guilt in his eyes deepened a little.

He gritted his teeth tightly, how he wanted to rush over and snatch her up, but he knew that he didn't have the qualifications to do so now.

He didn't reply, but just looked at him with an extremely hateful look, his rival in love, and the man he regarded as an enemy.

Ye Hao was furious and yelled at Mo Yixuan: "Since you have already snatched the child, what are you still doing here, get out!" ”

After saying that, he took his wife and went to a bedroom. When he came out, his coat had been taken off, his hands were clenched tightly into fists, the green tendons on his arms were bulging, and his eyes were blood-red.

"What the hell, you bastard." Ye Hao, who was angry, smashed his fist on Mo Yixuan's left face, and Mo Yixuan's face was quickly swollen.

He stood there, clenched his teeth, reached out and wiped the corner of his mouth with a trace of blood, but to his surprise he didn't fight back.

He looked at Ye Hao, and in addition to hatred, there was an indescribable mockery in his eyes.

"Why don't you! Ye Hao......"

If he is despicable and finds a relationship to win the custody of fate, then isn't Ye Hao's inaction helping himself.

Ye Hao coldly hooked the corners of his lips, and his chest rose and fell violently. There was a deep hatred in his eyes.

The person who hates the Mo family hates himself even more.

"Get out!" He pointed to the door. A pair of hands clenched again, clenching his teeth, and at this moment it seemed that only fighting could eliminate the hatred in his heart.

He Xiyan was lying on the small wooden bed she slept on when she was a child, a one-meter-two bed, very small and narrow, only enough to sleep her alone. She looked at the ceiling of the roof with wide eyes, and just kept watching, there were no tears in her eyes, and she couldn't see a trace of luster and hope, like a terminally ill patient.

Her ears could hear the sound of two men arguing outside the house, and even the sound of things crackling and falling.