Meng Beichen secretly thought, "Oh no," he knew how angry his mother would be, and he also knew that she would definitely be in the newspapers tomorrow, so now he could only ask his father to take her away early tomorrow, just in case.
But now he wanted to clear her doubts first, so he immediately pulled Han Yixing up and held him in his arms, with a smile on his face.
"Mom, that's what happened to Little Xingxing. She was also afraid of you telling her, so she thought of this method and said she hadn't eaten anything."
Then he turned around and smiled at Han Yixing, "Don't eat too much tonight, let's go back to the room."
There was a sense of indifference and coldness hanging deep in the smile.[
Han Yixing was stunned for a moment. When he realized it, he was almost hugging him out of the restaurant. He immediately screamed: "What? Why should I go back to the room with you?"
She wanted to go back to her own room, and besides, she hadn't decided which room she would stay in today.
Meng Beichen cast a threatening look at her, bent down and picked her up, turned around and said to Lin Piaorou: "Mom, let's go upstairs first, and you should go to bed early."
Han Yixing screamed, kicked his legs, and shouted: "What are you doing? Put me down quickly, Mom, help me!"
She shouted randomly, how could Lin Piaorou save her at this time? She smiled like she had drunk honey, he was indeed her son, his style was strong enough.
Meng Beichen ignored her at all. She was as light as weightless, like a ball of cotton. When he was about to go up the stairs, he said coldly: "Shut up!"
It really seemed like he was bluffing her. She stared at him blankly for a few seconds and realized that he had already reached the second floor and started screaming again, which was earth-shattering.
"Meng Beichen, you big pervert, let me down quickly! Let me down!"
He frowned tightly and had the urge to throw her down the stairs. This woman was too noisy.
Two maids had already stood outside the door of the master bedroom to help them open the door. The master bedroom was in the style of two doors, which gave it a gorgeous and grand feel.
In Han Yixing's eyes, it was like eighteen levels of hell. She was so frightened that she struggled even more. Did he really want to do anything to her?
Meng Beichen stepped in and threw her to the sofa aside, without even looking at her, "Stay here for a while, my mother is asleep."
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