<h4>Chapter 505: Sir Was Angry 2</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>Larbre Studio <strong>Editor: </strong>Larbre Studio


    He Xiyan walked to the door of the study, a door set with password, pure gray, beside which a fingerprint password lock was installed. The study only recorded their husband and wife’s fingerprints. No other people had evere in before.


    He Xiyan reached out her thumb, and then pressed her finger against it after hesitating for a while.


    Soon, the door opened automatically to both sides.


    The study soon appeared before her eyes.


    The light in the study was not turned on. At first nce, only a vague figure was visible, together with a burning cigarette.


    “Ye Hao...” He Xiyan called her husband.


    She hurried in, turning on the light in the study.


    The moment the light was on, she saw the man in front of her, her husband.


    He was sitting in that leather chair with his left hand supporting his head and his right hand holding an unfinished cigarette. His looked pale as if he was ill. After a while, he gave out two coughs in a row.


    He Xiyan went to his side and put a hand on his shoulder, her eyes filled with a trace of doubt and ache.


    “What’s wrong?” She asked. Once or twice before, he was also so annoyed because of work. Was that the same this time?


    Ye Hao held up a cup beside him and took a sip of tea. He did not reply, simply shaking his hand at his wife, telling her that he was all right.


    He Xiyan noticed that he looked very bad. Apart from looking unhappy, he looked not well. His lips were very dry, no trace of blood visible.


    She reached out her hand and gently put it on his forehead. Upon touching his forehead, she suddenly opened her eyes wide.


    He was ill, now with a high fever.


    Somewhat anxious, Ye Hao took away her hand. He stood up and went to the window. He pushed the window open again, letting the freezing northwest wind pour in. The wind blew past his face and his body, but he behaved as if he could not feel the coldness.


    “Don’t open the window!” He Xiyan came forward and pulled his hand, while reaching out the other hand to close the window again.


    “You have a cold, Ye Hao... You cannot stand in the wind.” He Xiyan said anxiously. She knew that he would stand by the window and smoke like this every time he felt depressed.


    She hurried downstairs and asked butler Lu for some anti-cold drug and anti-fever drug. Then she went upstairs with arge ss of warm water.


    She put both water and medicine on the desk, then went to him and took his hand. That huge hand was hot at the moment, and the palm was like on fire.


    “Yanyan...” Ye Hao suddenly called his wife.


    He Xiyan looked up at him, finding that his eyes were filed with traces of blood, as if he hadn’t had a rest for many days.


    “What’s wrong with you?” She asked again.


    The more he kept silent, the more worried and nervous she was.


    Ye Hao stretched out his hands and pulled He Xiyan into his arms. He hugged her waist tightly. Not replying, he simply bowed his head and kissed her forehead.


    He Xiyan bit her lip. She could feel the kind of burning heat emanating from his body.


    “Is it about work?”


    She asked, wondering why he suddenly became so upset.


    Ye Hao sighed heavily, a touch of gloom flitting through his amber eyes. However, he did not speak out the real reason.


    Loosening his hands around her, he picked up the ss of water on the desk, took several pills, raised his head and poured them all into his mouth.