"Young Master." Ye Bo approached, "Mrs. has already gotten into the car and left."

“How is the situation in a mental hospital?”

"Everything is normal, and no one has ever looked for Sister Ao Xuexiao, and she never goes out every day."

"It seems that there is no situation where she pretends to deceive." Ye Nianmo stood up and "send her abroad for treatment."

Mental hospital

Aoxue held the doll in her hand and looked coldly at the busy man in the bathroom.

"Xiaoxue, I'll wash your feet." Yan Mingyao walked to the head of the bed with hot water, gently holding her ankles, feeling a hurried and softly saying, "Don't be afraid, I just want to wash your feet."

Worried that Aoxue could not understand the meaning of washing her feet, he first pulled some water onto her instep, and then carefully cleaned her.

Did Ao Xue lower her head and look at his hair spinning, but she was thinking in her heart why Ding Yiyi didn’t move. Did she figure it out wrong?

"Where is sister?" She asked innocently with her head tilted.

The hands that helped her wash her feet paused, Yan Mingyao smiled bitterly, "I will love you more than your sister."

"I want her!" Ao Xue stepped on the basin, and the warm water was splashed everywhere.

Yan Mingyao didn't care about wiping away the water stains on his body and said terrified: "Don't move, hot water is around your ankles."

At that time, Aoxue's feet were sweeping towards the kettle, and he subconsciously reached out to wrap her ankles.

The back of his hand touched the kettle that had just boiled. Because there were water stains on the back of his hand, it made a vague sound when he touched the stainless steel kettle.

Aoxue seemed to be frightened and looked at him motionlessly, with a complicated expression.

"It's okay, I'll go get the mop and mop the floor." Yan Mingyao endured the pain and first took the kettle away, then helped her clean her feet, and covered her with a quilt.

The back of his hand had already become red, with several blisters growing, but he still gently helped her tuck the horns of the quilt, "A good dream."

"I want my sister." Aoxue insisted and repeated.

Yan Mingyao stopped his movements and then continued slowly, "Okay, you will see her when you wake up tomorrow."

He turned off the lights, and Aoxue looked at the man's back with her eyes open in the dark until the other party disappeared.

The next morning

Ding Yiyi was about to go out to water the flowers when she saw Yan Mingyao standing at the door.

"Mingyao, why are you here? Come in and sit down." She hurriedly welcomed the person in and saw the wound on the back of his hand in the entrance hall. "Is this a scald? Why haven't you treated it?"

"I have something to say to you." Yan Mingyao couldn't wait to speak as soon as he sat down.

Ding Yiyi poured him a cup of tea, and saw that his clothes were so dewy that he asked in disbelief: "You stayed outside the door all night last night?"

Yan Mingyao did not answer, but just looked at her seriously, "I hope you can take Aoxue away. She is really dependent on you now. You are chanting every day. As long as you are willing to take her away, she will definitely recover."

Ding Yiyi was a little moved, but she still didn't speak. Her feelings for Aoxue were too complicated and could no longer be explained clearly in just a few words.

"Yiyi," Yan Mingyao suddenly stood up from the sofa, bent his knees, and knelt on the ground with one leg, "I love her, and I love her more than life."

"What are you doing? Get up quickly!" Ding Yiyi panicked and hurriedly pulled him, "Don't do this!"
Chapter completed!