Encountered Uncle Se's ex-husband came to find fault

Meng Beichen didn't open his eyes when he heard her cry, suddenly he didn't want to see her, his own behavior was beyond his imagination, did he care too much about her?

But this heartless woman doesn't have any heart.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Han Yixing thought that he had passed out, so he didn't dare to hesitate, and quickly jumped down. Many servants ran to this side, and the housekeeper even notified Dr. Zhang.

Only Fishero didn't show any anxious expression.

With a splash, Meng Beichen's heart broke with the sound of water, and without opening his eyes, he felt a petite body grabbing his arm, hugging his waist and dragging him up the pool. [

He sighed silently in his heart, but deliberately didn't use his strength, allowing her to carry him upstream with great difficulty.

Finally, everyone worked together to drag him to the pool, but he still lay still, he really didn't want to move, he felt a little tired, his heart was tired, and his body was also tired.

"Meng Beichen, how are you? Wake up!"

Han Yixing slapped his face, seeing him so anxious that he was about to cry, he raised his head and hurriedly ordered: "Did you invite Dr. Zhang? Don't hang around here, he needs to breathe!"

"Young Mistress, don't worry, you've already called."

The housekeeper replied with a grunt, and led the servants a little further away. Fishero looked at them with an unpredictable expression, but he never spoke, and a gleam of relief flashed in his eyes.

Young Master Bei will do everything for her. He knew about it from the accident that night. Seeing that she is so worried about Young Master Bei now, it is finally worth it.

"How can you not be in a hurry? He will pass out!" Han Yixing shouted at them with a pale face.

She quickly bent down again, followed some first aid measures she had learned, and patted his chest twice. He didn't show any signs of waking up, and her tears fell instantly.

He slightly supported his head, took a breath, and poured it into his mouth.

When Meng Beichen touched her lips, his heart beat a little faster. It wasn't a kiss, but it was the first time she took the initiative, so his heart was pounding.

The clothes of both of them were wet and clinging to their bodies, so when she pressed down to help him with artificial respiration, he clearly felt two lumps of softness pressing against his chest.