Fiancé is domineering

Chapter 64 His Past! 11
"It occurred to me to go somewhere," I said.

He replied, "I'll take you there."

"No need." I said angrily.

He glanced at me, seemingly displeased, "Ye Yuanxi, stop making trouble!"

What do you mean I'm making trouble?

It's obviously him who is wrong, who can feel comfortable saying such things to his girlfriend, and can't go to this point if he doesn't care, since he doesn't like it, why do you still force me to associate with him?
"I didn't make a fuss, something really happened." I replied, not because I wanted to make a fuss, but because I didn't want to face this guy.

Mu Yingmo stopped the car, didn't even look at me, and just threw two words over, "Whatever."

That kind of indifferent attitude turned my anger into real anger. I immediately unbuckled my seat belt, opened the car door and never turned back.

When I got home, there were delicious meals on the dining table, but I had no appetite at all, so I went back to my room and lay down directly.

"Dead Mu Yingmo, Stinky Mu Yingmo, what are you dragging, bastard, big bastard..." I yelled and cursed while hitting the soft pillow, "You damn Mu Yingmo, if you want to date, you have to look like a date Well, what do you think of me?…”

After venting for a while, my mood finally calmed down, and Mrs. Wen outside the door was already shouting for the nth time.

"Yuanxi, come out to eat quickly, why do you hide in the room as soon as you come back?"

"I see, I'll go out in a while." To avoid Mrs. Wen's worry, I yelled back, but I didn't intend to go out. I was really in a bad mood.

Ever since I was a child, my mood has never fluctuated so much. It's all because of Mu Yingmo. Since he appeared, he has completely disrupted my peaceful life.

I squeezed the pillow, and cursed fiercely: "Mu Yingmo, you are such a big bastard." Then, I patted him a couple of times, and used him as a pillow to vent my anger, who told him to be so hateful.

When I was eating, I looked at my phone from time to time. The guy just left me alone, and then he didn't worry at all. Anyway, he called and asked if I was home.

Even if you don't want to call, you can always send a text message to ask, right?
"Asshole." I muttered to myself.

"Who are you calling an asshole?" Youli's voice suddenly popped out from behind.

(End of this chapter)