"Am I your daughter?" Han Yixing asked suddenly, his tone was very soft.
Han Zhexiu was slightly startled, then nodded vigorously, "Of course, of course you are, Ah Xing."
"I'm not..." She shook her head, broke away from Meng Beichen, and walked quietly towards the direction where she left her bicycle.
How could she be? Has he ever loved her? No, never. He only loves himself. No wonder his mother left...
Just as she was about to push the car, someone held down the front of the car with great force. She couldn't help but want to cry. Through her tearful eyes, she saw his sunken eyes, flashing with a hint of distress.[
Was she feeling distressed? She didn't know if she was wrong.
"Okay, stop crying. You are tired today. Let's go home first." He stretched out his hand to wipe her tears. She tilted her head slightly and wiped it with her own hands. She glanced back and saw Han Zhexiu and the other man.
The woman is no longer there.
She thought that she really didn't want to see him again.
"I have no home." She suddenly said in a low voice, a little aggrieved and sad.
After hearing this, Meng Beichen felt a trace of anger rising in his heart for no reason, and almost gritted his teeth and said, "Then what am I?" Could she really not let go and give him another chance?
Han Yixing was startled. His tone was very fierce. She shook her head and wanted to push the car back, but he held her tight.
"say!"
"Don't force me!" She cried, somewhat unable to bear the pressure he was doing. She had not yet digested the scene she had just seen in her eyes, and when she thought of what he had done before, she felt her heart was in chaos. How should she think?
Meng Beichen looked at her and tried hard to suppress his anger. He felt uncomfortable in his heart, but he still pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly.
Just as Han Yixing was about to struggle, his low voice sounded above his head, "Cry if you want."
She was stunned, and then she burst into tears, venting all the grievances she had felt over the past month. The voice was not very loud, but it was extremely sad.
At first she just leaned against him and cried, but then she couldn't help but hit him with her fists. Crying also requires strength, and her fists hitting him were insignificant.
He hugged her, stretched out his hand and patted her behind, "Good boy, of course you have a home, Mengyuan is your home."