"Who cares about you, Nausea, have you eaten yet?" Han Yixing lowered his head and scribbled on the ground with his toes, but there was a soft and happy smile on his face.
She didn't notice that a young man in white clothes was looking at her quietly outside the basketball court. Seeing her shy and happy expression that she had never seen before, the girl in love, she changed...
"Of course, it's the same as what you eat." From the corner of his eye, Meng Beichen saw the express delivery that Fei Xiluo had just brought. He reached for it and took a casual look, but he didn't see the sender.
He raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling an unknown premonition.[
"Meng Beichen, you are trying to trick me on purpose!" She knew how that guy could not have eaten.
"Yes?" He smiled disapprovingly and asked: "There are only two classes in the afternoon, what are you going to do?"
"Of course I make money by working. I haven't gone to work for a long time. I don't know if they will fire me? I haven't received any salary yet. I'm worried to death."
Meng Beichen's face suddenly froze when he heard her complaint, "You still want to work?" His tone was low and unhappy.
He thought that the current situation between them was no longer what it was before.
"Of course, 200 million, I will work hard to make money and return it to you!" Han Yixing took a deep breath and said seriously, only in this way, I will not be the pet you bought, I want you to like me too!
"Han Yixing!" He growled on the phone, feeling a little nervous in his heart. He had not forgotten their previous agreement. As long as she paid back 200 million, they would divorce.
Now, does she still have this idea of leaving him?
"Meng Beichen, I must pay you back." Han Yixing insisted.
"Okay," after saying this word, he hung up the phone, his face darkened, and he kicked his chest slightly. Damn it, she was so angry with him. Didn't she say she liked him? She actually wanted to leave...
He picked up the phone on the table and pressed the intercom, "Ask Fei Xiluo to come to my office."
"Master Bei?"
When Fei Xiluo came in, Meng Beichen's face was already stinky. He was unpacking the express delivery that had just arrived. There was only a CD in it, and there was a piece of white paper next to it.