Domineering ex-husband to find fault

Chapter 82 She Entered "Encounter" To Play
She said it so tactfully, if he still doesn't agree, she must find a way to jump out of the car.

Meng Beichen glanced outside along her hand, wondering what made her want to go so much?Not much to say at the moment, turned the car around and drove over there.

Until sitting in the coffee shop and skating rink called "Encounter", countless black lines appeared on Meng Beichen's forehead. This is a place for leisure and entertainment, with only simple fast food, and the rest is all coffee.

The coffee shop and the skating rink are separated by a whole glass wall. Sitting here, you can enjoy the youthful and active figure of the skaters, and those who are skating in the skating rink can also see the leisurely crowd outside.

There is soothing light music playing in the coffee shop, and the ice rink is naturally a different scene, but the soundproof glass effect is so good that there is no influence between the two.

As soon as Meng Beichen and Han Yixing came in, they attracted the attention of countless people. They ordered a light meal. Before he had time to complain, she stood up and said in a hurry: "I'm going to play there, eat more, I'll I'll give you this too, and watch the bag for me."

After all, he took a set of clothes and ran barefoot to the small side door on the other side of the skating rink.

Meng Beichen had a cold face, and he didn't have time to hold her back. Very well, this little idiot called him here to play for himself. She didn't even care about other people's eyes, and ran there without wearing shoes, looking familiar. Looks familiar.

It wasn't very real wearing sunglasses, but he had to wear them. He vaguely saw that she seemed to have entered a dressing room, and when she came out, his face sank again, and the corners of his mouth were tightly pressed together. .

I saw that the clothes she changed were the little hot pants she liked with a light green vest, and a pair of roller skates under her feet. She slid towards the center of the field with a smile on her face.

From a certain distance, even if he couldn't see it clearly, he could still feel that she was smiling.

But he was depressed. The coffee here was not bad, but he couldn't finish it after just one bite. Isn't that little girl hungry?

Last night was obviously like a small rice bucket.

He was still hesitating whether to pull her out, but the bag she forcibly threw on him was heard from the cell phone, and he took it out again openly.

(End of this chapter)