Chapter 131: Raising women is called raising pigeons is really fresh
Meng Beichen watched their singing and harmony with cold eyes, the danger before the storm flashed in his eyes. It was good, the gate of his dream garden was really lively today.
When he was about to turn around, he suddenly heard Han Li shouting again: "Where is this Han Yixing? She is the pigeon you chose, or she is a passing woman. Why can she live in Mengyuan? Why do you want to marry her?"
Her words were suddenly cut off. It was Fei Xiluo who knocked her unconscious from behind, and gave a cold warning to her manager, "After tomorrow, Han Li will have nothing to do with the Meng Empire, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences.
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"I see."
Meng Beichen stepped into the dream garden without saying another word. His tall figure exuded a black aura, and in the black, there seemed to be another group of blue smoke surrounding him.[
Step by step, Han Yixing followed him slowly, a little bit of curiosity rising in his heart.
Meng Beichen, it seems, is still a bit mysterious. Their metaphor of raising pigeons is really fresh.
However, what is the opposite of what that woman said? That guy is just a group of perverts. He dares to do such a big thing with a woman on the beach in broad daylight and does the opposite.
According to her, pigeons must have different uses...
She thought with disdain in her heart that she didn't look at the road and bumped into him. She rubbed her nose and waited for him to hurt her, but she didn't expect that he just turned around and gave her a cold look.
He walked up the steps and walked through the corridor into the living room.
Han Yixing opened her mouth stupidly for a while, thinking that they were now strangers and had to ignore each other. She sweated. She looked back at Fei Xiluo and hurriedly ran up.
As she passed the sofa in the living room, unexpectedly, he stopped her again.
"Greech should have said, I'll give you 200 million, right? Why don't you accept it?" He could guess with his toes what the young boy would do.
Han Yixing frowned, threw his backpack on the sofa, and lazily sat down on the sofa opposite him. He was really a weirdo, wouldn't he ignore her now? But wait a minute.
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"How do you know? Did you send someone to follow me?" As he said this, he had the urge to jump.