The male god proposed again today

Chapter 550 I hate myself even more

Han Yingying has a poor capacity for alcohol, even if it is a low-alcohol wine, as long as she touches it, she will get drunk, not to mention drinking so much in one breath just now?
"Han Yingying..."

"Huh?" Han Yingying raised her head, her face was flushed, her eyelashes were lightly raised, she looked at Ye Haofan with drunken eyes, and smiled a little naively.

"Does it hurt?"

"Yeah." Han Yingying nodded like a good child, and smiled silly, crystal tears slipped out of her eyes, slowly slid down her cheeks, and fell on the almost untouched foie gras.

Ye Haofan's heart suffocated, knowing the answer, he still couldn't help asking: "You hate me?"

"Well, it's annoying, I hate it to death."

"Hate?"

Han Yingying shook her head desperately like a child, her tone was aggrieved: "I don't hate it, but I hate it. I hate you for making me leave Shen Mosheng. I hate you for making me so sad..."

"Han Yingying, do you love him very much?" Ye Haofan knew best how difficult it was to ask this question.

"I love him so much, I love him so much, I want to grow old and die together with him." As she spoke, Han Yingying's tears rolled down gently, soaking the arc of her smile.

Ye Haofan was silent for a long time before asking softly: "Do you still want to go back with me? If you don't want to..."

"Well, go back." Han Yingying nodded lightly, seeming a little uncomfortable, her brows were slightly frowned.

Ye Haofan stepped forward and hugged her tightly.

At this moment, he thought about it many times, but he never got the chance.

Now, Han Yingying was hugged by him willingly, why didn't she feel any joy?

"The night is vast..."

"what happened?"

"I hate you."

"I know."

"I hate myself more."

"Han Yingying, don't hate yourself, if you hate me, hate me."

"I hate you already. I want to live a peaceful and simple life, like Mom and Dad, happy together every day.

Every time my father came home, he would kiss my mother and me and eat with us.After dinner, my father took my mother and I out for a walk.

During the holidays, our family will go out to play and have a big meal together.Sometimes when it rains, I don’t want to go out, so I just lie on the sofa and watch TV...

For me, this is the happiest life.But you have been unwilling to fulfill me, so I hate you so much, I hate you so much, I will always hate you..."

As Han Yingying spoke, she lay in Ye Haofan's arms and began to cry.

Ye Haofan hugged the fragile person in his arms in distress.

"Han Yingying, I'm sorry."

"I hate you……"

"I know, I know...Han Yingying, go to sleep, you won't feel uncomfortable when you fall asleep." Ye Haofan coaxed softly.

"But I want Shen Mosheng, I can't sleep without Shen Mosheng."

"There is no Shen Mosheng here."

"But I want Shen Mosheng."

Ye Haofan's eyes were dark and indistinguishable. After a long time, he spoke with difficulty: "Housekeeper, call Shen Mosheng."

"Sir, she is already asleep." The butler reminded helplessly, and was even more thankful that he had the foresight to give Han Yingying sleeping pills.

Otherwise, I'm afraid that the husband will really soften his heart and let her go, and torture himself from now on.

Ye Haofan lowered his head, only to realize that Han Yingying was indeed asleep, with tears in the corners of his eyes.

He picked up Han Yingying and got up, put her on the bed, looked at her peaceful sleeping face, Ye Haofan was silent for a while, bowed his head, turned and left, took out the phone, and dialed a number.

It took a long time before the phone was picked up, and a hoarse voice came from the other end: "Are you declaring war this time or watching a play?"

"Have you given up on Han Yingying?"

(End of this chapter)