Chapter 1145 Leaving

Ye Xiaotao quietly let the water flow down. She thought that although she had known him for only a year, she had truly loved this man. Now, she was going to let go and find her own sky...

She was saying goodbye to her past self.

She was saying goodbye to the little Xiaotao she loved deeply.

Leng Hao, goodbye.

I hope, never see you again.

...

Ye Xiaotao was really gone, disappearing from his world without a trace. Leng Hao spent the whole day in a daze. Sometimes he didn't even know where he was or what he was doing.

Whenever night came, he always dreamed. In his dreams, it was her cute little face. She lay on his back, played tricks in his arms, and called him husband, husband...

He would wake up every night, and after waking up, there was a big hole in his heart. He wanted to find something to miss her, but there was nothing. She left nothing.

She broke into his life so suddenly, and left so hurriedly.

Another half year passed, winter turned to summer, but this summer, Leng Hao ushered in the second cold winter in his life.

There was news about Leng Zhiyuan. His only sister died on the island, leaving behind only a premature son.

He rushed to the Zhou family mansion. In front of Leng Zhiyuan's tombstone, he and Zhou Yao, who was dressed in hospital gowns, fought. The pain in his heart could not be relieved, and it was about to destroy the world.

At this time, he heard a "wa wa" cry, and little Zhou Sireng was carried out.

This was his sister's son, his nephew.

He wanted to take little Zhou Sireng away, but as soon as he took little Zhou Sireng in his hands, little Zhou Sireng stared at his little arms and legs and didn't want him to hold him. Little Zhou Sireng looked at Zhou Yao with tears in his eyes. He wanted his daddy...

In the end, Leng Hao left alone with bloodshot eyes.

Achen stood outside and waited. When Leng Hao walked out of the Zhou family mansion, he looked up at the dazzling sun in the sky. He felt a sweet and fishy taste in his throat, and with a "puff", a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

"Master!" Achen's face changed drastically, "Master, what's wrong with you? Let's go to the hospital..."

"No need." Leng Hao shook his head, "Please prepare a special plane for me."

"Master, where are you going?"

"France."

Achen was shocked, and then understood that the master was going to find the young lady.

...

France.

Leng Hao stood in the most romantic city in France, Provence. It was afternoon now. The sunset in the sky was all over the earth. The refreshing breeze was blowing, and the whole piece of lavender swayed in the wind, exuding an intoxicating fragrance.

This scene was so beautiful, but in Leng Hao's eyes, the most beautiful scenery was the girl sitting on a foldable stool and painting.

The girl wore a white chiffon shirt with lantern sleeves and a long yellow vest dress on the outside. The skirt fell above her small ankles, and her skin was white and smooth.

Leng Hao did not approach, he stood far away from her. Her long black hair was tied into a cute bun, revealing her swan-like graceful neck.

She was as beautiful as an elf in a painting.

She was painting the scenery, and she became the only scenery in his eyes.

At this time, a strong wind blew, and the drawing board in front of the girl suddenly fell to the ground. The girl got up to chase it. Leng Hao was startled and immediately wanted to pull his long legs to help her.

However, he saw a handsome figure in his sight, and the drawing board had been picked up by Gong Yi.