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

"Master."

"Well, put your things down and go out."

Meng Beichen frowned. Seeing her crying, he knew that she would still blame him when she saw his face with her own eyes.

He took a bottle of ointment and sat on the side of the bed, reaching out to touch her, she hid and cried silently.

"Xing'er, be good, I'll help you with some medicine, and you'll be fine tomorrow."

"Meng Beichen, I'm not happy. Didn't I just lie to you once to attend Luo Yi's birthday party, and you hit me?" She was obviously not a petty person, but she just felt wronged.

"I said it was my fault." He said again patiently.

Han Yixing was silent, would it be good to apologize?But he apologized, and she had nothing to say.

"Promise there will be no next time."

"You said it yourself. If there is another time, I will definitely ignore you."

He gave the steps, and she climbed down, and let him apply some medicine for her, which was cool and refreshing, like the last time, he helped her wipe the medicine on her arms.

"Are you hungry? I'll feed you something."

He brought a bowl of porridge over, and she immediately shook her head, "I eat it myself, I'm not a patient."

She was also extremely hungry, and when the dining cart was pushed in front of her, she started to eat, regardless of her image, but the corners of her mouth were moved, but it hurt a little.

He couldn't help but stare at him, and the cell phone in his pocket rang, and when he saw that it was Ficilo's call, he answered it immediately, and his face became more and more serious.

"Xing'er, I want to go out for a while, you stay at home obediently, don't go anywhere."

"Okay," subconsciously nodded, and quickly pulled him back, "Do you think I'm ugly?"

He laughed, which was the first smile since last night, "Don't think about it, just go and deal with something, and your face will be fine soon."

Turning around, he took a big bear from the small couch beside her and put it beside her, "If you're bored, just read a book, I'll go first."

Han Yixing nodded, still feeling a little strange about him.

And when his blame didn't come back that night, it made her even more restless. When she called him, his tone was still gentle and patient, "I'm working overtime, so you should sleep well."

With a perfunctory tone, Han Yixing was dissatisfied, but he had already hung up the phone and turned off the phone.