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

Han Yixing looked at the room full of flowers and smirked. He used to think that he was quite domineering, but sometimes, that kind of domineering was a bit cute.

"Haha, Abu, if Meng Beichen knew that I used cute to describe him, I don't know how angry he would be, but his words don't count at all, even if I hug him, he would be just as angry.

However, I will never allow what happened today to happen in the future. Ricky and I can only be good friends. "

Talking to herself, feeling a little inexplicably melancholy, she inserted all the bunches of flowers, and took the rest to the bathroom, picked them petal by petal into the bathtub, and took a petal bath.

Think about it, what a waste...[

After Meng Beichen took a shower and changed his clothes, he sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the room and smoked. He remembered that not long ago, the first time she came to his room was because of her mother.

At that time she sat here and fell asleep, but, at that time, she was only thinking about how to leave him, right?

just now?Has the little guy changed?Or, the person she likes is actually like Gregory?In her eyes, he was just a perverted uncle, ten years older than her. For the first time, he felt a little old.

He smiled wryly, but the irritability in his heart did not subside. The cigarette burned his hand, and he threw it out of the window, lightly brushed off his damp and messy hair, got up and walked to the third floor.

Just now I deliberately left her at the door, but now I still want to see her, Meng Beichen, you really fell, and you fell into the hands of a little girl under age.

Is this pedophilia or what?He continued to smile wryly.

Meng Beichen didn't have the habit of knocking on the door wherever he went. This time when he opened the door, he still didn't see her figure. The originally simple room was decorated by her in a childish and dreamy way like a little princess.

She likes pink, white, a series of light-colored things.

His eyes flicked in the direction of the bathroom, and a slight smile appeared, a little evil, and his feet also walked there.

When he closed the doorknob, his heart beat a little faster, but there was no sound from anyone inside. Sometimes he felt that he was asking for guilt. He knew that he could not touch her yet, but he still wanted to provoke her like a moth to the flame. some.

Then make yourself burnt with lust, and then run away?