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

"Xing'er is feeling sorry for me?"

"Who loves you so much, it's disgusting, have you eaten yet?" Han Yixing lowered his head and scribbled on the ground with his toes, but he had a soft and happy smile on his face.

She didn't notice that a white-clothed boy outside the basketball court was quietly looking at her, seeing a shy and happy expression she had never had before, a girl in love, she had changed...

"Of course, it's the same as what you eat." Out of the corner of his eye, Meng Beichen saw the courier that Fishero had just brought up, and reached out to take it for a casual look, but he didn't see the sender.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling an ominous premonition. [

"Meng Beichen, you're playing tricks on me on purpose!" She knew, how could that guy not have eaten.

"Is there?" He smiled disapprovingly, and asked again: "There are only two classes in the afternoon, what are you going to do?"

"Of course I earn money by working part-time. I haven't gone to work for a long time, and I don't know if they will fire me? I haven't received any salary yet. I'm so worried."

Meng Beichen froze when he heard her complaint, "Are you still going to work?" His tone was low and uncomfortable.

He thought that the status quo between them was no longer what it was before.

"Of course, [-] million, I will work hard to make money and return it to you!" Han Yixing took a deep breath and said seriously, only in this way, I am not the pet you bought, I want you to like me too!

"Han Yixing!" He growled on the phone, feeling a little nervous in his heart, he didn't forget their previous agreement, as long as she repays [-] million, they will divorce.

Now, does she still think so, leave him?

"Meng Beichen, I must pay you back." Han Yixing insisted.

"Okay," after saying this word, he hung up the phone with a snap, his face darkened, his chest kicked slightly, the girl was mad at him, didn't she say she liked him?Still thinking about leaving...

He picked up the phone on the table and dialed the intercom, "Call Fishero to my office."

"Master Bei?"

When Fei Xiluo came in, Meng Beichen's face was already stinky, and he was unpacking the courier that had just been delivered. There was only a CD in it, and there was a white paper next to it.