Chapter 573: What did you think of when you got married?
The good place Meng Beichen mentioned was the horse farm. Han Yixing was very excited to meet horses other than Polaris. He also prepared clothes, which looked like couple-style riding outfits.
I changed my clothes at home and got into his stylish sports car.
Han Yixing felt as if she was in a dream. Cinderella in the fairy tale had become a princess, and in the real world, it was interpreted on her body. Meng Beichen was so kind to her that it made her feel a little unreal.
She was no longer in the mood to wonder if he was just making up for it. In short, she felt very happy.
She couldn't help but stood up, opened her arms and shouted, "I'm so happy!" The hat on her head was blown off by the wind. She was so anxious that she hurried to pull him.[
"Hat! Hat! My hat fell off." Looking back, the red hat was some distance away from them.
Meng Beichen had no choice but to back into the car, help her pick it up, dust it off and put it on for her, "Sit down and don't stand up." He didn't expect her to stand up suddenly, but when he saw her
It seems that he is also infected.
"I know, by the way, why did you think of taking me horse riding?"
"Don't you want to go?" he asked, driving with one hand and holding her hand in his with the other. It was small and soft. After more than a month of careful protection, the wound on his hand had completely disappeared.
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"Of course not." In fact, she was very excited.
"Han Yixing!"
"Ah?" She was suddenly called out by her first and last name, making her stunned for a moment.
"Do you know what else I thought about on the wedding day?"
Marriage seemed very far away. At that time, weren't they all thinking about how to get rid of each other?
"I've been thinking about why your hands are so small and soft, so at that time, I didn't want to let go." That was a very strange thought. At that time, he obviously hated this little guy.
But I just have that weird idea.
Han Yixing looked at him strangely and couldn't help but look down at his right hand. He had never felt that his hand was small, but compared with his, it seemed really small.
She pouted and said somewhat depressedly: "At that time, I was thinking that this hateful perverted uncle wanted to crush my hand."