"Go to the city center and find a crowded place to drop them off."
He ordered and noticed that with Han Yixing's words, the little girl stopped crying. She looked really small, but she made him feel extremely smart.
He looked very similar to Han Yixing, but those eyes gave him an unprecedented hope.
"Who is your daddy?" he asked again.
"Meng Beichen!" Han Yixing shouted excitedly, hugging Han Xiaorou tightly and looking at him with a guarded face. He was going to drop them off in the city center, why do he have to ask so many questions now? [
He chuckled, "It's me, right?"
She was surprised. Thinking of their previous conversation, her face turned slightly red. Why did she just follow this sentence?
Almost immediately, she retorted: "Of course not, sir, please drive faster." She couldn't help but order the driver in the front seat.
The man immediately responded, "Yes, young mistress."
It turned out to be Fei Xiluo's voice. Her eyes widened. The words "young mistress" almost made her want to cry.
By the time she realized it, her tears had fallen involuntarily and onto Han Xiaorou's hair in her arms. Her face felt so full of grievance that she had the urge to jump out of the car.
Meng Beichen sighed softly and stretched out his hand to wipe her tears. Han Xiaorou immediately raised her hand and blocked it in front of him, "Mommy hates you, don't touch her!"
Many times, Han Xiaorou, a four-year-old girl, would jump out to protect her mother, but Han Yixing cried even more sadly.
"Xing'er, you're still so crybaby." He frowned and sighed, staring at Han Xiaorou for a while. She actually snorted and turned away from him.
The car slowly stopped in the city center. Han Yixing immediately went to push the car door, but it was locked.
She wiped away her tears and looked at him coldly. She couldn't forgive herself for collapsing in front of him. You are no longer mine, so why can you still influence my heart.
However, sometimes there is a person deep in her memory, no matter how long it takes, he will still be the one who can influence her.
"Xing'er, we need to have a good talk."
He said, but did not allow her to refute, and winked at Fei Xiluo. He got out of the car and opened the car door for her. Meng Beichen put on his sunglasses again, hiding the words in his eyes.