More than an hour later, Ye Hao came back, and he also carried a big bag of things in his hand, which contained rice, oil, vegetables, a little spices, as well as a large bottle of milk and a few small pieces of bread bought for his wife.

He poured out the milk, heated it in the microwave, and then went back to the small room that was only a dozen square meters.

At this time, He Xiyan had already sat up, she sat motionless against the head of the bed, there was still no trace of luster and brilliance in her eyes, and there was no expression on her face.

Ye Hao sat on the edge of the bed, put one hand around his wife's shoulder, handed over the glass of milk, and said, "Yan Yan, eat something first, I'll cook later." ”

He didn't want to force her, she didn't want to go back, he stayed here with her first, and when she was willing, he was driving her back.

He Xiyan didn't drink the cup of steaming milk, but she turned her head and stared at the man in front of her with a pair of eyes, her own husband, who she had relied on and trusted the most in the past two years.

"Why?" She suddenly said loudly, and a hand reached out and grabbed Ye Hao's hand holding the milk tightly, and the milk spilled out without warning, dripping onto the quilt.

Ye Hao opened his mouth slightly, but he didn't say some words when they came to his mouth.

"Why don't you like fate?" He Xiyan grabbed Ye Hao's hand hard, and his eyes were wide open.

Ye Hao's heart tightened, and his chest seemed to be bitten by something.

He pursed his lips tightly and paused for a while before saying, "I'm sorry, Yan Yan." ”

At this time, he didn't know how to reply to her except to say sorry, because he gave up his fate for other things he didn't want to give up now.

It was he who was sorry for her. He still remembers the promise he made that he would treat Yuanyuan as his own child, and would raise and take care of Yuanyuan with her.

It was he who broke his promise.

He Xiyan shook his head, his eyes full of determination and disappointment.

She didn't want to hear his sorry, she didn't want to hear a word, she just wanted to know why? Why did he clearly promise that he would take good care of Yuanyuan, and he also promised himself that he would not let Yuanyuan be snatched away by the Mo family. In the end, he didn't help her at all.

"Yan Yan ......"

Seeing her so resolute, Ye Hao's heart felt as if she had been cut by a knife. He put the glass of milk in his hand, reached out to hold her narrow shoulder, sighed and said: "I also love fate, in my eyes he has always been my child, but it's a pity that the rest of the Ye family didn't accept fate, so, Yan Yan, I'm sorry!" ”

Ye Hao said sorry again, but he didn't know how many times he said it.

And this time, after finishing speaking, He Xiyan put down her hand and lowered her eyelids, she didn't ask any more, because she knew why this was the case.

And she also knew that her husband had chosen his parents between himself and the Ye family, or something more important.

It was she who was too naïve, thinking that her fate could grow up happily in the Ye family.

"You get out." He Xiyan waved his hand and motioned for Ye Hao to go out.

She didn't want to talk now, and she didn't have anything to say.

She has always been alone, and in her most difficult times, she licked her wounds alone and faced it alone.