Liming Lang had never seen Ye Beibei's face since he arrived at Ye Beibei's house in the morning. She was either hiding in the bathroom to wash up, or changing clothes in the bedroom. Even when she went downstairs in the elevator, she pretended to squat down to tie her shoes.
In short, he was deliberately avoiding him.
Ye Beibei like this made him tired and helpless, but he was reluctant to let go. Sitting in the car, he looked sideways at Ye Beibei who was looking out the window, thought about it, and asked softly: "Let's hug each other tonight
How about going to Mo Yan and having a meal with my mother?"
"Forget it for today, I seem to have to work overtime tonight!" Ye Beibei spoke with a thick nasal sound in his voice.
"What's wrong, you have a cold?" Liming Lang's face was filled with concern. He stretched out his hand and put it on Ye Beibei's forehead to test. He had a fever and the temperature was not low. "I will take you to the hospital." After he finished speaking, he put down his hands.
Start the car by hand.
"No need, a cold and a fever are not serious illnesses!" Ye Beibei knew that he had a cold when he got up this morning. He was dizzy and weak. He must have caught a cold because he cried for too long last night.
"No, we must go to the hospital." Liming Lang drove the car towards the hospital regardless of Ye Beibei's objections.
"I won't go. I've already missed two days of work, and now I have to delay it again. I'm too embarrassed to ask for leave!"
"It's okay, I'm sorry if you're sorry, I'll ask for leave for you." Liming Lang held the steering wheel with one hand and took out the phone with the other. Seeing that he really wanted to make a call, Ye Beibei hurriedly grabbed the phone that he had already put to his ear.
, said angrily: "Forget it, I'll fight it myself!"
Ye Beibei called Wen Xin to ask for leave, not because she was afraid of Liming Lang, but because she really felt uncomfortable. In the past, she always thought that colds were not a big deal, so she would take a few tablets of antipyretic medicine when she had a fever.
Even if I am cured, I will still be alive and kicking after a cold. Now that I am getting older, maybe I have lost my temper and become more squeamish. Once I catch a cold, I will look like this sickly person.
When they arrived at the hospital, Liming Lang went to see a doctor he was familiar with, which made Ye Beibei feel a little embarrassed. He had a cold and even hired a specialist, blaming Liming Lang for mobilizing the army.
Liming Lang ignored her at all, and just pressed her shoulder and asked the expert to check her carefully. The expert's examination showed that Ye Beibei had a viral cold. It was best to get an injection or take medicine.
When Ye Beibei heard about the injection, she refused to agree. Finally, Li Minglang prescribed medicine for her and urged her to take it in the hospital, and then the two of them returned home.
Sitting in the car, Ye Beibei felt sleepy. She lowered her head and dozed, and slowly fell asleep. When she opened her eyes, she found that Liming Lang's car had stopped at some point.
The warm wind in the car was blowing. She looked up and saw a high-end villa area in front of her. The houses were beautiful, the scenery was beautiful, and a leisurely lady was walking her dog.
She rubbed her eyes, looked at Li Minglang who had his eyes closed and was concentrating, and asked in a low voice: "Why did you drive the car here?"
Liming Lang immediately sat up and became energetic. He pointed to a European-style villa in front and said with a smile: "How is it here? I will take you to see it. If you are satisfied, we will buy it and live there after we get married."
here."
Ye Beibei, who was originally a little dizzy, became even more dizzy after hearing his words. She pouted: "Can we talk about the house later? I'm dizzy today, so I won't go down and read."
Li Minglang listened to her vague words. He really wanted to bite off her pouting lips. Was she born to be against him? But he still smiled and answered: "This is close to the school where Mo Ting studies. Let's move in as soon as possible."
, it will be more convenient for Mo Ting to go to school."
Ye Beibei felt tender because of her illness. Now she was even more irritable after hearing what he said about the house. She glanced at him sideways and said sarcastically: "Mo Ting, Mo Ting, you only have Mo Ting in your heart. I feel that you care about Mo Ting."
A hundred times better than Mo Yan, I really don’t know which one is your biological son!"
After hearing her words, Liming Lang's expression changed instantly, but it was only for a short while. He smiled at Ye Beibei with a particularly graceful smile. His handsome face looked even more charming because of the smile.
, his eyes shone with a shrewd light, "You don't understand this. The less you are your biological son, the more you have to be nice to him, otherwise he will have other ideas."
Ye Beibei really regretted that she had raised this topic. She turned to look out the car window and said lonely: "Can we come and admire your house again someday? I'm tired now and want to lie down for a while."
"Okay!" Liming Lang agreed happily, "We are at the door of the house. If you want to lie down, just go inside. All the decoration facilities are complete. If you are not satisfied with anything, I will call someone right away..."
"Ling Minglang!" Ye Beibei shouted irritably: "Can you put away your talk? I want to go home now and lie down for a while in my own home, okay?"
Li Minglang has a typical young master's temper. He can fall out whenever he wants, and he is always unpredictable. These days, in order to have a good relationship with Ye Beibei, he has been swallowing his anger. Now hearing Ye Beibei speak like this is very harsh. She
The few words he said always alienated him, as if he was a disgusting mangy dog. He looked at Ye Beibei for a few seconds, stepped on the accelerator, and drove away from the villa area.
Along the way, neither of them spoke to each other. The closer they got to home, the more Li Ming regretted it. He was so impulsive just now. Ye Beibei finally recognized him now. How could he act in a fit of anger and a small mistake?
How big is it?
Liming Lang turned his head to look at Ye Beibei, and saw that her face was pale, as if she were transparent, her lips were slightly pursed, and her eyes were misty. She looked stubborn and pitiful. His heart softened unconsciously, and he began to figure out how to make her happy.
He had just driven the car downstairs to Ye Beibei's house. Before it could stop, Ye Beibei was about to open the door and get out of the car. Liming Lang quickly grabbed her and admitted her mistake softly: "Beibei, don't be angry.
, I just did that because I thought you had a cold and needed a quiet place to rest, and Mo Yan would make trouble for you again when you go home, I'm afraid you won't get enough rest."
Ye Beibei also knew in her heart that she had really lost her temper with Liming Lang in the past few days. In fact, regarding the child's matter, Liming Lang could not be entirely blamed. If she was responsible, she had to bear half of it. She had humbled herself.
He raised his head and said to Li Minglang: "It was my fault just now. I shouldn't have treated you like that. I have had some problems these past few days... I will pay attention to it in the future."
Liming Lang felt happy when he heard her sincere tone and attitude. He understood Ye Beibei and knew that she was not a petty girl and had the courage to admit her mistakes.