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

Han Yixing felt that he must be dazzled, otherwise how could he see such an expression on this big man's face?

But what made her even more depressed was that it was only a short journey home, and now she said he was tired?

However, after riding for more than an hour, it is normal to be tired. Thinking about it, how can a person like him have this kind of exercise.

"Then what do you do? Do you want the driver to pick you up?" When she said this, the corners of her mouth twitched a little. It was incredible that she had to take a lot of trouble to ask the driver to pick you up.

"It's so troublesome for the driver to pick me up," he said, seeing her nodding, he suddenly smiled evilly, "You can come and pick me up." [

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"Why are you so heavy? Don't press me, I'm going to be out of breath..."

Han Yixing almost couldn't control his balance while riding the bike, he hugged her carelessly behind her, and even rubbed his face against her neck, Han Yixing's goosebumps all over his body didn't even bother to say anything, but there was a trace of resistance in his heart, some Want to scream, want to run away.

"Ride your bike obediently." He ordered like an uncle.

"I can't carry it, don't touch me, sit in the back and don't move." She tried her best to dodge forward, and it was only a short distance to the dream garden, but she couldn't even turn the corner.

"Xing'er, you ride wobbly, and I'm also afraid of falling. It's normal to hug you." He smiled wickedly, and he hugged her with his whole body.

Smelling the light and soft fragrance of her body was satisfying like never before.

She refuses his touch, and only at this moment can it be taken for granted, right?

"Meng Beichen, I don't want to ride anymore!" She suddenly yelled angrily, holding the bike with one hand, and pulling his hand with the other. He did it on purpose.

Meng Beichen sighed, she finally regained some vitality, although she was angry.

He kissed her hair a little impatiently, and then said: "Okay, I won't move around anymore, that's all right."

As he said that, he sat upright, raised his feet off the ground, held his hands on her waist, and frowned slightly. She was really thin, and he could completely hold her waist.

"Can you stop grabbing me?" With him like this, she still focused on her waist, how could she care to look at the road?