The little duck finally stopped making noise, and Meng Beichen breathed a sigh of relief. Women are indeed troublesome animals.
He restarted the car. Along the way, Han Yixing didn't say a word again. She was as quiet as if she was asleep. But looking from his side, her bright eyes were reflected in the car window, and her face was somewhat expressionless.
I was stunned and didn't know what I was thinking.
He glanced in the rearview mirror, with a sneer flashing in his eyes. It seemed that he would have to complete this final task today.
As soon as the car stopped, Han Yixing immediately shouted without looking back: "You can have free time and don't come to pick me up at night. I will go back by myself. Mom will leave tomorrow morning anyway."
When she pushed the car door, she couldn't push it open. She looked back and saw Meng Beichen looking leisurely and even lighting a cigarette. The faint smell of smoke wafted over him, and he felt a bit decadent.
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She raised her eyebrows and shouted: "Open the door quickly, I want to get out of the car."
What happened to this guy? Yesterday he left her on the roadside in a hurry, and today he was smoking in the car.
Meng Beichen raised his head and glanced at her, stretched out his hand to open his car door, and saw a car stopped not far away. He shook his head. Today was not a paparazzi, but it was more powerful than the paparazzi.
He still couldn't get Fichero to take action.
He walked around to the other side, opened the car door for Han Yixing, and stretched out his hand.
"What are you doing?" Han Yixing stuttered. What on earth was he doing? He opened the door for her in such a gentlemanly manner?
He took the cigarette in one hand, a faint smile appeared in the corner of his mouth, and reached out to hold her hand, "Little Xingxing, get out of the car first."
Like a typical smiling tiger, he shocked her again.
After getting out of the car, she couldn't help but poked his forehead: "Mr. Meng Beichen, do you have a fever?" She had ten thousand goosebumps because of his little words.
Meng Beichen's eyes darkened and he glared at her angrily. He was indeed a simple guy who didn't know how to observe.
But he pretended to be intimate and pinched her nose, "Little guy, I'm more normal than you."
The 20,000th goose bump on Han Yixing's body was successfully raised. She turned away her face and purposely retched to the side, then raised her eyebrows and said, "Mr. Meng Beichen, I'm very cold."