Chapter 291: Little Ah Xing, do you want to murder your husband?
"In China, my name is Meng Beichen." He didn't want to hear that French name again. It would make him bored and think of things he didn't want to think of.
"Then I'll call you Chen." Shanni changed her tune very quickly. To figure out a man's thoughts, the best way is to follow him first.
The middle-aged man had not spoken. Seeing the impatience in Meng Beichen's eyes, he immediately said: "David, no, it's Beichen. Shanni doesn't have to join your company, but she can stay with you temporarily as a friend."
Home? After all, we are going back to France soon and she is alone in China."
"I will arrange a hotel for her to stay in. If she decides to live in China permanently, I will also arrange a house for her. Mengyuan cannot bring women in." Meng Beichen interrupted him with a frown.
This family really treats him as a shelter. Putting aside the rules of Mengyuan, even if she does move in, her mother will probably come over and kill her right away.[
The whole family looked a lot embarrassed, but in the end Shanni said wisely: "It doesn't matter, just go to Chen's place for a visit when you have time. I'm a little hungry, let's go eat."
Meng Beichen's face was still a little gloomy. He thought he had taken into account the kindness he had received back then. When they were in France, they had taken Weiwei in. Based on this, he picked them up at the airport and brought them here.
But, he really didn't know if he had the patience to stay with her.
After Han Yixing saw clearly that the person pulling her onto the motorcycle was Ke Lei, she immediately punched him in the back angrily and shouted loudly: "Ke Lei, do you want to scare people to death?"
"Little Axing, do you want to murder your husband?" Ke Lei's ruffian voice actually shouted after her.
Han Yixing immediately stopped talking and sweated violently. This guy likes to joke at all times.
His speed was very fast, even faster than Gretsch's motorcycle ride. His hair was blown back by the wind, and his face was sore from the wind.
The motorcycle snaked between luxury cars, so vigorous and fast, but this riding style still made her face turn pale with horror.
When she parked outside the gym, Han Yixing's legs were a little weak, and she suddenly felt that the cars she had ridden in those amateur racers' cars were nothing.
She was still alive despite Ke Lei's life-threatening treatment.