"Let me go, let me go! I don't want to see you, I don't want to talk to you, I hate you!" Han Yixing struggled with his eyes closed, shouting randomly, and the bag in his hand swung onto him.
Meng Beichen looked at her quietly, feeling angry in his heart, but when he saw that her legs were weak and she almost fell, he quickly hugged her to the bed again.
Han Yixing said nothing, and suddenly became quiet again. Meng Beichen picked up her clothes and bags and saw that she was crying, silently, but even more distressing than when she cried loudly.
He sighed, plucked his already messy hair, and sat down next to her resignedly, "Okay, don't cry."
This was another form of apology, but Han Yixing ignored it and didn't even look at him. He just cried for himself.[
Meng Beichen was annoyed. When had he ever been so patient with a woman and she just ignored him? But when he saw her eyes that were extremely red and swollen, he couldn't let go of his anger.
Forcibly reaching out to wipe her tears, he tried to keep his voice as soft as possible, "Then what do you want?"
"Is this supposed to be me asking you?" She finally spoke, but she asked him back. Her voice was hoarse, but soft and nice to hear.
Seeing that she had spoken, Meng Beichen finally breathed a sigh of relief and continued to wipe away her tears, "Stop crying."
There were two sounds outside the door. Meng Beichen saw that Han Yixing was still crying, so he didn't answer. Did he want the servant to see him making her cry like this?
He didn't answer, so the people outside the door naturally didn't dare to speak. Five minutes later, there was another soft sound.
Han Yixing's heart beat loudly with the knock on the door. Now it became quiet. She didn't even know what she was crying about?
In fact, Han Yixing is the kind of person whose emotions come and go quickly. Even though she is still sad in her heart, this embarrassing situation makes her unable to cry.
She turned her head and glanced at Meng Beichen. He was looking at her helplessly, holding a handkerchief in his hand.
She couldn't see clearly which side of him he was in the way he was now, but thinking back, he actually went to Gretsch's house to bring her back. He was really a devil.
She was thinking vaguely in her heart, and there was another knock on the door. She was frightened, and her body couldn't help shaking. He immediately shouted at the door: "Who asked you to knock on the door!"