Wherever Meng Beichen could get out of the way, it was at such a critical moment that she was stunned by this punch.
He covered his chin, looked at her slightly contemptuous eyes, and couldn't help shouting: "Han Yixing..."
"You still said no, you are basically lying to me! Humph!" She snorted coldly, broke away from him and walked out the door.
"Hello!"
Meng Beichen shouted, extremely depressed. Does what he said he would never do again have anything to do with kissing her? [
Could it be that after that experience, she no longer planned to be intimate with him? The corners of his mouth twitched, and he had no intention of becoming a monk now. He stroked his chin and followed her out, looking at her back with an evil glint in his eyes.
His main purpose now is to get her into bed.
This thought made him frown, but then he calmed down. She was his wife, and she would have to accept this fact sooner or later, and he would slowly help her remove the shadow on her psychology.
The consequences he caused can only be solved by himself.
During the meal, Meng Beichen kept picking up food for her. Han Yixing was flattered and her heart was pounding. She felt like she was in a dream, or maybe the person next to her was having a seizure.
She punched him, and he even treated her with cold words. But how could she know Meng Beichen's evil plan in her little head?
"Xing'er, I'll take you to school tomorrow."
"don't want!"
She immediately shook her head at his words. Thinking of the depressing scene at school today, how dare she let him send her away again?
"Baby, what I said is, take the car and deliver it." He helped her pick up some vegetables and said tentatively.
"No, I don't take the car." Her eyes dimmed a little. The memories in the car were so terrifying that she felt suffocated and she didn't dare to get in.
It was a bit incredible that she could still have dinner with him at the same table now. She knew clearly that she would never forget that incident, but would she never take a car in her life?
Meng Beichen sighed feebly. He was thinking about whether to force her into the car directly, but obviously, as soon as this idea appeared, he was killed by himself. He could no longer use force on her.
He went upstairs and sent her directly to the third floor. Han Yixing became a little nervous, "Why are you following me?" Did he still want to sleep in her room? When she thought of this possibility, she felt repulsed.