"Don't keep going back and forth like this. When you're in a good mood, you come over to talk to me. When you're in a bad mood, you ignore me for several days... Even if you bought me, you can't bully me...
…”
She cried and said without raising her eyes to look at him. This was what she was thinking.
"I won't bully you...Okay, don't cry anymore, you won't do it again." Meng Beichen frowned and let her go. It seemed that she really remembered his words.
He bought her with 200 million.
I felt complicated for a moment. If they were simple enough, they would probably never have an intersection, right? [
When Han Yixing saw him sighing and letting her go, he got out of bed. The hug he was accustomed to just now was now let go, and he suddenly felt a little cold. His tears didn't stop and they fell again inexplicably.
After a long time, a helpless sigh came from above the head, "Why are you still crying?"
Han Yixing looked up and saw him holding a wet towel and sitting down on the edge of the bed. He reached out to wipe her tears. She was a little stunned for a moment. Was he going to get the towel?
"Ah, it hurts..."
Meng Beichen had never done this kind of job of wiping someone's tears, and he inevitably couldn't distinguish the importance. Han Yixing screamed, and he quickly stopped, but said coolly: "This is the result of your crying indiscriminately.
"
"What do you mean by crying indiscriminately? It's you who bullied me! You hurt me on purpose and I ignored you!" She yelled at him for a while, then turned and rolled to the other side of the bed. When she closed her eyes, her heart beat slightly.
She should have hated him, but now she realized that she didn't hate him at all.
Damn it, damn it, does he really treat her as a pet? He bullied her and said a few nice words, but no, she still doesn’t want to forgive him!
When Meng Beichen put the towel back in the bathroom and came back, she had already fallen asleep. She had been struggling for a long time and drank medicine. Now her eyes were even more swollen, and it seemed that she still didn't sleep well.
He reached out to pull her quilt, and she held it tightly, like a silkworm chrysalis, "Little guy, do you want to freeze me to death at night?"
She murmured, turned over, and buried her head in his arms. She was already fast asleep. Meng Beichen had no choice but to make up his mind not to leave tonight, so he casually took a blanket to cover himself.
After turning off the headlights, only the small bedside lamp was left. In the soft light, her pure little face could be seen.
"Han Yixing, the pet I am talking about is not a pet, but love."