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

"Han Yixing!" His tone finally got a little serious, he leaned down and put his arms on her body, wrapping her in his arms, her face turned pale instantly, and a look of fear welled up in her eyes.

But he didn't react as violently as before, he just stared at him coldly, "Go away!"

"Sleep!" He also said two words, and he didn't back down, even though he felt sorry for her deliberately erected thorn.

"I hate you!" She shouted at him, her eyes were slightly red, like a wounded little animal.

Meng Beichen originally wanted to threaten her not to read at night, but now his face turned dark. He didn't like hearing her say that he hated the word at all, but he couldn't help but look at her with such an aggrieved expression. [

"Hey, I'll read it tomorrow, you need to have a good rest." He coaxed her patiently, but saw that she had no intention of handing over the book at all.

Squinting his eyes, he immediately said coldly: "If you don't sleep now, tomorrow I will have that load of books burned."

Han Yixing's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but sit up and look at him, did he start to get hot and cold again?Why does he care about her so much?Why is he?

"I don't want to see you at all right now, so burn it if you want!" As he said, he threw the book in his hand at him.

The book is a bit thick, hitting his chest and then falling to his feet, it hurts slightly, but it's not as bad as his heart. No matter how hard he tries, all he gets in return is just a word from her, "I don't want to see you."

Meng Beichen didn't say anything. He took a deep look at her and walked out the door. He was afraid that if he didn't leave, he would hurt her again.

After a while, I heard the sound of dada with horseshoes, which merged into the night, and I heard it in my ears. I couldn’t distinguish between reality and fantasy. I remembered the book I just read. It was a classical novel. The heroine likes to ride horses .

Sitting on the bed, Han Yixing was a little dazed, with a heavy depression in her heart, which made her breathless. When the door of the medical room was knocked, she also trembled. She couldn't tell what it was like, it was very uncomfortable.

It's been a long time since the door was pushed open, she knew it wasn't him.

"Please come in." The voice was rustling and hoarse, and there was a touch of melancholy in her heart. The plaster cast will be removed tomorrow, so can she leave?