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

"How do you know? You sent someone to follow me?" As he spoke, he had the urge to jump.

"Do you think there's still a need to keep track of what's going on between you two?" He secretly mocked her, the servants came over to deliver dinner and coffee, and they all backed away.

There were only the two of them left in the huge living room.

Han Yixing looked at the two pitch-black cups of coffee in front of her, and felt that she was very thirsty, but now she had to reason with him first.

"What are you alluding to?" [

"Do you know what to ask?"

"Meng Beichen, don't play charades with me, just tell me what you have to say, why are you beating me around?" Han Yixing was depressed, took the coffee in front of him a little angrily, and drank it like he usually drinks water go down.

Then it was so hot that she sprayed it all out in one mouthful, almost crying and shouting: "It's so hot! It's so hot!"

Desperately slapped his mouth with his hands, jumped up and ran around, in a panic, tears came out, how could he tell the direction.

Meng Beichen was originally covered in black lines with black coffee that she sprayed all over his face, but now hearing her yelling, he got up with a terrible headache and pulled her towards the bathroom.

Then he ordered to the servant who hurried over: "Go and pour a glass of ice water for the young mistress."

Turning on the faucet, Han Yixing stuck his head down again, this time tears really flowed down his face.

Meng Beichen looked at her speechlessly from the sidelines as she was about to make a habitual move. She was so confused, could this get burned?

Inadvertently glanced at the mirror, he himself was extremely embarrassed, glared at her, and pulled a towel aside to wipe his face.

"It really... hurts..."

Han Yixing stretched out his tongue and looked in the mirror in front of the sink. It was red, but he couldn't see anything, but it was numb and painful, as if it wasn't his tongue anymore.

"Are you an idiot? Drinking can be hot." He gave her an angry look, turned on the tap and washed his face thoroughly.

Han Yixing turned his head, his eyes were red, "It's not... it's because of you!"

If he hadn't been playing charades all the time, would she have swallowed the hot coffee in such an angry gulp?

"It hurts?" He looked at her looking like she was about to cry, another face flashed in his mind, his voice became much softer, and he didn't care about her accusation.