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

He directly drove the car back to Mengyuan. Along the way, Meng Beichen's face was also pale, and his hand holding the steering wheel gradually turned livid.

The moment she didn't answer the phone, he couldn't wait any longer, and he didn't have time to ask the driver to take him to school. He drove the car by himself and drove all the way, fearing that she would miss it.

His arm has just recovered, and now his muscles are sore from exerting so much force. He lowered his hand as much as possible and drove the car with only one hand.

Han Yixing's eyes were dull, he blindly looked at the fast-moving road scene in front of him, and finally couldn't help turning his head to look at him, with a sense of strangeness in his confusion.

Didn't even ask her?Do you want to go home and ask again? [

Meng Beichen, Meng Beichen, I found that this world is really too far away from me, and I can't find any sense of security.

When he arrived in Mengyuan, his hands were about to ache. He turned his head, saw her stunned expression, and said softly, "Xing'er, my arm hurts."

Han Yixing seemed to be awakened by thunder, and his eyes regained a little brilliance.

"You drive, who told you to drive, your arm is obviously good!" She quickly reached out and pressed gently on his arm. Doctor Zhang said that this kind of massage is helpful for muscle recovery .

Meng Beichen grinned silently, this little guy who was belatedly aware was indeed too tired, he simply leaned on the back of the chair, closed his eyes lightly and let her hold her down.

Neither of them got out of the car, but it was rare and quiet.

He closed his eyes before Han Yixing dared to look at him. Meng Beichen's eyelashes were very thick. With his eyes closed, he swept them down like a row of small fans, casting out two shadows.

The sunlight outside the car window shone in, dancing with little light, like little elves dancing.

Han Yixing felt that he had never looked at him so seriously before. His skin was bronze-colored and slightly fairer, but he couldn't find even a single pore.

His nose is straight, and his lips are slightly pursed, feeling very thin.

She looked at him, and couldn't help but moved in front of him, looking at him fascinated, and felt that he was so perfect, ten years older than her, but he didn't have the slightest old-fashioned look on him.

Has a mature taste, sometimes, but a bit rascal.

It was at this moment that he opened his eyes, and before she had time to look back or avoid her, he wrapped his other hand around her neck, pressed her down and kissed him.