Yan Mubei looked at the stubborn little woman in front of him, and kept wiping her tears with her head down.
He knew that she was just like him, and she was also stubborn and caring for face. Her cultivation since childhood made her arrogant and arrogant.
This kind of aggrieved and embarrassing approach was indeed not something she should have done.
If it were any time before, she would definitely scold him and then wave her sleeves away.
But she didn't.
The man's heart was sour and astringent, and his eyes became sour, and he had the urge to coax her.
He felt so familiar.
Whenever she cried or got angry, he had the urge to surrender and coax her.
I wish I could hold the whole world in front of her and change her to smile.
Yan Mubei put his sunglasses back on and then said coldly: "I'm so annoying."
After saying that, he stepped around her and left the shop.
Everyone on the spot was stunned, and the woman quickly trotted and caught up with her: "Young Master Yan, wait for me."
Yan Mubei left, the woman he brought was gone, and his bodyguard team also left.
Lin Qianqian's crying stopped, and finally she burst into tears with irresistible sensation.
He actually ignored her crying and left.
...
After Yan Mubei walked out of the store, he did not calm down, but instead felt even more uncomfortable.
He pulled the collar, sucked in a big breath, and then let out heavily.
Damn it.
He wouldn't forgive her so quickly.
"Mr. Yan, don't walk so fast, I'm almost unable to catch up." The woman wearing high heels hurriedly caught up with her, reached out to hug his arm, and then refused to let go.
After Yan Mubei took a few big steps, he was a little impatient. He suddenly stopped and turned to look at the woman hanging on his arm: "Let go."
"Young Master Yan..." The woman glared at her coquettishly, and the strength of holding his arm loosened, and she did not let go: "Don't be angry, it's not worth getting angry for that kind of woman."
"What kind of woman?" Yan Mubei narrowed his eyes.
"It's the Lin Qianqian just now. She was so hateful and shameless. She actually ran away from marriage. I think any man would be angry if he had been angry. Humph, let's not care about her, don't be angry."
Yan Mubei reached out and hooked her into his hand, held it, and then slowly lifted it up.
The woman's face turned red: "Young Master Yan...ah, Young Master Yan, it hurts, be gentle."
The man pinched the woman's wrist and stared at her expressionlessly: "I have the final say whether it is worth it or not. What qualifications do you have to say that my woman is not?"
Say it, with a click, the woman's wrist was broken.
The woman knelt on the ground in pain, her face pale, and she hugged her arm and howled repeatedly.
Seeing the woman screaming and crying, Yan Mubei's depressed mood improved slightly, and he looked at her with a particularly ruthless and arrogant look.
"Get out, don't let me see you again in the future."
"...Why? Yan, Yan Shao, I, what did I do wrong?"
"Didn't you hear what my Qianqian said? She told you not to touch me, but what about you?"
"…..." The woman couldn't believe that the man would answer her like this.
A delicate and beautiful face melted away because of tears on his face.
The black eyeliner flowed down and lay on her face, making her look so terrible and ugly.