"I am Feng Hao..." He leaned close to her ear and whispered softly, "Remember? Feng Hao!"
The woman's blank eyes suddenly lit up, and she murmured: "Feng Hao... Feng Hao... Feng Hao..."
She shouted hoarsely one after another, like an injured female animal wailing in pain, and then she stretched out her arms and hugged Feng Hao's shoulders tightly.
Bread crumbs and oil stained Feng Hao's light blue shirt.
She remembered that person telling her that only Feng Hao could save her, and only Feng Hao could prevent her from returning to that cold basement.
Tears couldn't help falling, and it was more like grasping the last straw, clinging to Feng Hao more tightly.
"You are my husband...husband..." the woman whispered, speaking in vague Chinese.
Feng Hao concentrated for a moment and then remembered that when he talked to this woman, they both spoke in Chinese.
And Mrs. Delile seemed not to understand the Chinese he spoke that day, and the doubts in his mind were growing. After putting the woman in the back seat of the car, he glanced at the middle-aged man: "Did you drive here?
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"No, sir, I ran here with my wife." The middle-aged man couldn't figure out why Feng Hao took his master away.
"Get in our car, I have something to ask you!"
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When the car arrived at the vineyard farm, Feng Hao took the woman out of the car, strode into the house, and carefully placed her on the soft sofa in the living room.
The woman held his hand tightly, and when Feng Hao lowered his head, what caught his eye was the platinum ring that he was so familiar with.
His expression was a little sad, and he squatted beside her and slowly took her hand.
What's going on? What's going on?
His eyes were dark, without a trace of light, and there was a trace of struggle in them.
He didn't know what he was struggling with in his heart, he only knew that his feelings for her were unfamiliar.
"Did you notify her doctor?" Feng Hao looked back at the middle-aged man and asked.
"I've already called, Dr. Lucas will be here soon." The middle-aged man said with a worried look on his face, "Sir, Madam's temper is not very good. If she wakes up and sees me here, she will lose her temper.
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"Are you saying she will still lose her temper?" James couldn't believe it. Xia Yucheng was so gentle and kind in the past, and losing her temper was not something she should do.
There was air conditioning in the room. He asked the servant to bring a thin blanket and handed it to Feng Hao.
Feng Hao covered the woman with a blanket and slowly took off the platinum ring from her left ring finger. The woman just looked at him without any reaction.
He put the ring into his trouser bag and stood up.
"Feng Hao... don't go..." The woman cried and grabbed Feng Hao's pants. Feng Hao gently took her hand away, walked aside and called the maid.
After whispering a few instructions, he went straight to the study.
James walked over and took a look at the woman. He was a little confused and chased Feng Hao: "Boss..."
He walked into the study and saw Feng Hao taking the gun and magazine from the secret compartment hidden behind the bookcase.
"What's wrong?" James asked. The top priority now is to reunite after a long absence. With such a good opportunity, shouldn't he treat Xia Yucheng and take her away from here?
But why couldn't he see any affection, care and joy in Feng Hao's eyes?
"Where are the people you sent to the farm over there?" Feng Hao calmly loaded the magazine.