Ye Beibei was sullen and silent. Her silence made Jiang Yuezhou somewhat uneasy. He unconsciously reached out and took Ye Beibei's arm, "Promise me, let's start over! My child, Liming Lang, everything is not a problem."
, as long as you nod, leave the rest to me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Beibei suddenly stood up and stood one meter away from Jiang Yuezhou. At such a distance, he couldn't reach her with his hand. She stood taller than him, which made her feel more imposing.
Feels very safe.
Jiang Yuezhou lamented in his heart when he saw her look. When did he become so good-tempered? He had to look at her face to coax a girl. Facing Ye Beibei, he was really hopeless, "Beibei, you
There’s no need to do this, I won’t force you, let alone make things difficult for you, I just want you to be happy.”
Ye Beibei was a little flustered by him, and her eyes started to flicker. After a long time, she said: "I have already thought about it, we still can't be together. No matter how good you are to the child, you are not the child's parent after all."
dad!"
Jiang Yuezhou could vaguely guess that Ye Beibei would say this, but he knew that it was one thing, and it was another thing to be rejected by Ye Beibei in person. He felt that what he felt now was very much like being rejected by someone.
After a good beating, he was actually very chauvinistic in his heart. In the past, he felt that there was no need to discuss these issues with women. They only needed to listen to his own arrangements and be protected by himself.
But now, the words he said and the emotions he used were completely unworkable here. She now has her own logic and will not be influenced by anyone, including herself.
He cleared his throat, and no matter how unhappy he was, he still tried to keep his voice tepid, "Ye Beibei, tell the truth, do you still have me in your heart?"
After hearing what he said, Ye Beibei suddenly smiled. This smile looked very ethereal, "What can I do without you? There is no truly free life. Everyone has to live in their own established environment.
There's no use thinking about anything else."
Jiang Yuezhou wanted to defend Ye Beibei's distortion of his statement, but seeing the way she smiled, so calm and nonchalant, he just felt that nothing he could say would help. He suddenly stood up and stepped over with one step.
When he came to Ye Beibei's side, he quickly reached out and pulled her into his arms. Why was this woman so difficult to deal with? He also apologized and expressed his stance. Instead, she became more reserved, distant and indifferent, "Ye Beibei,
You know you love me, and you can ignore my feelings, but you can't ignore your own will. If you do this, you will only drag me, you, Li Minglang, and the two children into hell at the same time!"
"I let my son live with his biological father. How can I say that I led him into hell? Then tell me where is heaven. Does following you count as heaven? What do you like as a person?
Everything is under your control, and you can't tolerate anything unexpected!" Ye Beibei thought about the painful experiences in the past and his current predicament. All of this was because of the man in front of him.
As a matter of fact, she was really a little out of breath. After saying these words, she felt short of breath.
Jiang Yuezhou looked at the somewhat dishonest Ye Beibei. He really couldn't hit her or scold her. It was driving her crazy. He couldn't reason with her. His restraint was at its limit. He only had so much self-cultivation. Really.
Unable to hold on any longer, he simply lowered his head and kissed Ye Beibei's red lips that were chattering away. Ye Beibei felt Jiang Yuezhou's familiar breath and struggled hard. This Jiang Yuezhou had made it a habit to hug her.
She had a fit in his arms, and kept hitting Jiang Yuezhou's chest with her fists, but she still felt that she couldn't understand her hatred. She spread her arms, hugged him, and squeezed his waist hard, feeling constantly in her heart.
Cursing secretly: It's all your fault, it's all your fault...
Jiang Yuezhou had never been beaten since he was a child, let alone playing like this regardless of whether he was shooting left or right. His body was stimulated, his emotions surged even more, and he kissed Ye Beibei passionately and affectionately.
Gradually, Ye Beibei forgot about the beating. Jiang Yuezhou's familiar smell made her forget about the struggle and resistance. His kiss contained too many words, including love, apology, desire, and a little bit of...
The sorrow of flattery.
What surprised her the most was that she actually felt humbleness from Jiang Yuezhou's lips. Was this the superior Jiang Yuezhou? He kissed her carefully, even the strength was careful, as if he was afraid of scaring her.
Finally, Jiang Yuezhou's tongue came in, searching for Ye Beibei, hoping that she could give him some response. Ye Beibei suddenly woke up, stretched out his hand and pushed hard. Jiang Yuezhou, who was confused and infatuated, was completely unprepared and was caught.
She staggered as she pushed, and Ye Beibei took the opportunity to run out of his office.
Ye Beibei ran out of the ** consortium in confusion. As soon as she got into her work car, the phone rang. She looked at her watch and smiled helplessly. Her husband-to-be was really good at telling time. She knew
I'm about to get off work at noon.
"Beibei, I'm downstairs in your company. I'll pick you up for lunch."
Normally, Ye Beibei would reject Li Minglang, but today's day was too special. She was afraid that Jiang Yuezhou would take further actions, and subconsciously wanted to find someone to rely on for a while.
She was silent for a moment and said, "I'm not at work, and I'm going back now. Let's go eat hot pot!"
Liming Lang didn't expect that Ye Beibei would agree to him, and he was overjoyed for a moment. He said yes repeatedly, discussed it with Ye Beibei, and made a reservation at a hot pot restaurant halfway between them.
When Ye Beibei arrived at the hot pot restaurant, Liming Lang had already arrived and was waiting for her. It was right at the end of the meal and the hot pot restaurant was very busy. Liming Lang took Ye Beibei into the reserved private room, but she was stubborn and stubborn.
Sitting in the hall, Liming Lang had no choice but to sit in the hall with Ye Beibei and eat.
The two sat opposite each other, and a waiter ran over to greet them. Liming Lang ordered the mandarin duck hot pot. A layer of greasy and thick red oil floated on one side of the spicy soup, and the rising air was filled with a spicy taste.
Rush into the lungs.
Ye Beibei held her chin with her hand, with a smile on her lips. In the bustling hall with noisy laughter and chatter, there was no soft and ambiguous atmosphere like the private room. She seemed to feel much better after feeling a little sad and depressed just now.
As Liming Lang put something into the pot, he raised his head and glanced at her secretly. Although Ye Beibei looked nonchalant, he could tell that she must be hiding something on her mind, and this incident had just happened not long ago.