Chapter 72: You were the one who rushed over in the morning
"You! You big pervert, why do you take off my clothes? Even my father has never looked at me since I was a child. Why do you?" The little leopard was really crazy and wanted to pinch his hand.
And while he was driving, the car body swayed for a while. He felt angry and quickly stepped on the brakes. Unexpectedly, she bumped forward with inertia.
Her forehead touched his hard arm, which made her eyes red with pain.
He didn't show mercy, he stretched out his hand and pushed her hard onto the seat. He glanced at her coldly and said gloomily, "Have you had enough trouble? Do you want to die?"
Han Yixing covered her forehead, with a tear gathering in her eyelids. She seemed to be unable to shed them, but she looked even more pitiful. She also realized that she had been too extreme just now, but she felt depressed in her heart.[
How could he take off her clothes? He must have seen her naked, how could she not tolerate it? How could she let a man look at her body? He was still the perverted uncle she hated the most.
Seeing that she looked like she was about to cry, Meng Beichen plucked his hair out irritably, feeling wild and unruly.
"You were sleeping like a little pig at that time, and I couldn't even wake up." He patiently explained to the woman in a rare move. In his eyes, a woman's tears always represented a period of time.
If you dare to cry in front of him to win his favor, you are undoubtedly seeking death.
But Han Yixing's tears seemed to be something else. This little guy was aggrieved. He could feel it. If he had known it, he would have been a servant.
"Then you can't take off my clothes." She finally shed tears and shouted accusingly, but her face was a little red, and she felt uncomfortable sitting next to him.
Meng Beichen noticed something strange about her, and calmed down his temper a little, but still said coolly: "Your clothes are wet, do you want to get sick?"
"Why are my clothes wet?" She frowned and asked subconsciously.
Meng Beichen became impatient, "Han Yixing, I already told you that you are worthless, why are you still so persistent? I won't do anything to you. Didn't you pounce on me first in the morning?"
"You" Han Yixing bit his lip and glared at him, then turned his face and stared out of the car window, feeling suffocated, uncomfortable and depressed, and feeling like he couldn't sit down.