Fei Xiluo was innocent, but there was no expression on his face.
Thinking back on it, he couldn't help but sigh, and when he looked at Ye Bingbing, a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes. What this woman was thinking in her heart was known to all passersby. Did she really think she could step foot here?
Ye Bingbing was frightened by his eyes and took a step back, but still asked unwillingly: "I heard that Han Yixing is back?"
There are some temptations, but my mind is desperately calculating.
"Of course our young mistress is always here, Miss Ye, what do you mean?" Fei Xiluo frowned, something suddenly flashed in his mind, and he looked at her with some scrutiny. He seemed to have ignored one thing. [
Ye Bingbing's eyes averted for a moment, and she immediately shook her head and said: "I don't mean anything. I suddenly remembered that I have something else to do. Let's talk about the contract another day."
She nodded slightly and walked towards her car. Fei Xiluo looked at her and only two letters crossed his mind: YB...
Meng Beichen was in a good mood when Fei Xiluo went out. Han Yixing cried when she heard Ye Bingbing's name. Does it mean that she cared about what happened that day?
Although he himself felt that what he did that day was too childish, but compared to the harm he caused to her, even though he still cared about her and Gretsch's affairs, he felt more guilty for her.
"Xing'er, don't cry, I will be at home with you."
Meng Beichen sat by the bed and coaxed her. He wanted to hold her in his arms, but his outstretched hand still fell on her small table. She always reacted so intensely to his touch, and he felt a little uncomfortable.
Just know what to do.
Han Yixing turned his head and glared at him, his little face was angry, and despite the coldness, he finally had a little life.
"Did you see me crying?" After saying that, she felt very depressed. She could just read the novel, so why should she respond to him?
"No, of course not. Do you want to eat something?"
Meng Beichen sighed with a smile and reached out to stroke her hair. She still hid aside, but she didn't scream like she did two days ago, but his words fell into silence again.
Meng Beichen had no choice but to ask the servant to bring some fruits and snacks and put them on her table. She looked at them and started eating them without pretending.