Chapter 523: Said to attend the wife selection party held by the young master
Meng Beichen simply stopped looking at her and asked with a stern face, "What are you doing here?"
The girls were so stared at by him that they stepped back obediently and were speechless for a moment. Just as Han Yixing was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the housekeeper stepped forward and said, "Master Bei, they said yes, they said yes..."
Looking at Han Yixing with some concern, Meng Beichen was already impatient and shouted: "What are you talking about?" He put his arms around Han Yixing and refused to let go.
Her heart started to beat up and down, it was torture.
"I said I was attending the wife selection party held by the young master." The housekeeper said it in one breath, and Han Yixing felt that he was also on the verge of death.[
"Meng Beichen, let's go in." She didn't dare to run away by herself now, but wanted to pull him up and run away together. She was obviously justified in trying to punish him, but now she was still scared.
"Wait a minute," Meng Beichen lowered his head to comfort him, his voice was very soft, then raised his head again, his face changed, "Tell me! Who is spreading rumors among you!"
Han Yixing clearly saw a murderous look in his eyes, as if he was saying whoever spreads the news would die.
She had been scared for most of the day, and she actually had a mentality that everything must come back. Before those girls spoke, she deliberately shouted fiercely: "I said it!"
He raised his face lightly, with a stubborn look on his face, as if he was dying heroically.
Meng Beichen was stunned, and the girls breathed a sigh of relief, and then started talking in a flurry of words.
"It's Han Yixing. She lied to us. She works as a maid in Mengyuan. She said that you are going to hold a wife selection night tonight and we must come to participate!"
"That's right, she told us herself."
……………………
The tone of those girls sounded like they were complaining. Seeing that Meng Beichen's face was getting worse and worse, they thought that Han Yixing would look good now, and the dozens of girls started talking even more fiercely.
Meng Beichen frowned at her, and she frowned too, with a cold light on her face, looking very unhappy.
"Xing'er?" He called her, his tone was not reproachful, he just needed an explanation, could she wait to push him to other women?
The anger in my heart was spreading like a prairie fire.