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

Qiuxiang helped her open the chair in front of her, and Han Yixing sat down, feeling like she was not eating but interrogating, although the person facing her seven meters away didn't even look at her.

The breakfast was delivered by car, divided into plates, Chinese style, Western style, various countries, and even those she had never seen before. They were all placed on her side for her to choose.

Han Yixing recovered from her stunned stupefaction, and didn't bother to look at so many of them. She took the plate closest to her and ate casually. She was never picky about food.

And he ate very fast, he settled it in twos and twos, drank another cup of hot milk, ignored the surprise of the servant next to him, thought for a while, and shouted: "Mr. Meng Beichen?"

She had to talk to him clearly about repaying the money, about her freedom, about their non-aggressive territory and airspace. [

It was just this shout, but it still didn't make him look up.

She frowned, not wanting to waste her voice, she stood up and walked towards him, "Mr. Meng Beichen, I have something to talk to you."

As she spoke, she pulled a chair aside and sat down beside him.

Meng Beichen raised his head and looked at her expressionlessly, "What's the matter?" He thought that the two of them should be in harmony with each other. Could it be that she compromised so soon?

"Why are you so serious?" She said with some disdain, but then nodded and said to herself: "That's right, what we are going to talk about now is very serious."

The corner of Meng Beichen's mouth twitched, and he turned his gaze back to the newspaper, "Tell me quickly if you have something to do, I'm going to the company right away."

Although Dad had already taken over a lot of work for the so-called honeymoon after marriage, he didn't want to go on a honeymoon with this woman.

"I think it's necessary for us to go to the study and discuss it in detail."

Meng Beichen raised his eyebrows, and since he smiled evilly, "Why, you can't wait to drag me into the room?"

Han Yixing was embarrassed for a while, and his face turned red, "Mr. Meng Beichen, please don't misunderstand me, please? First, I am absolutely not interested in a perverted uncle like you; second, what I want to talk to you about is It's a matter of our mutual non-aggression."

She said to him very seriously, regardless of the fact that his face was already stinky, anyway, he was the one who teased her first, so she would not be afraid of him.