Lovely Wife: Forced Marriage from Mr Ye

Except for Yun Qing, Beiming yexuan doesn't have the habit of looking at other people's backs. At the same time that Beiming's father makes a sound to drive people away, he turns and goes out.

Beiming waited for a moment, turned around, and there was no one behind him.

He stood in the double shadow garden, thinking of what would happen next in Beiming's house, and sighed dejectedly.

......

The black sports car slowly stopped in front of Bo's mansion.

The door was pushed open and a handsome man in black came out.

When the Bo family saw the master, they were stunned. They were not sure whether to open the door or not.

Although this is the fiance of the eldest lady of their family, the young master has told him that he should tell him before he comes.

After thinking about it, the guard came forward and said, "master Beiming, wait a moment. Let's make a phone call."

Beiming night Xuan lightly lifted the eyelid, didn't wait for the guard to call, behind suddenly came a clear voice, "young master, Miss cloud tilt let you in."

The cat, holding her money cat, came running leisurely. Looking at Beiming yexuan who was stopped outside, he drew his lips.

Sure enough, it's not easy to marry a wife. This noble Lord has such a day!

Before the guard regained his consciousness, he saw that the little girl had opened the iron gate skillfully and said, "old lady Yun came here in the morning. The young lady is in a bad mood now. Young master, go to accompany her."

Girls in a bad mood, looking for a boyfriend, this is the normal operation.

Besides, Yun Qing has already spoken, so naturally they have no reason to stop him.

In this way, Beiming yexuan went into the boudoir of Miss Bo's family.

In a well decorated room, Yun Qing sits barefoot on a blanket, drawing with his left hand.

The deep vision of Beiming night swept over her concentrated side face, then her long hair and lazy eyebrows, and finally fell on the wall of the room, a huge painting.

It was a beach at night. The empty white beach was surrounded by quiet, starry sky with fireworks. It was clear that it was going to fall down.

Under the starry sky stands a slender figure, black clothes, black hair, slightly brushing hair, with the smell of wind, only a simple profile, but the eyes have a kind of unspeakable, gentle taste.

There's still a piece left on the side.

Nothing there?

Beiming yexuan's eyes fell on the vacant place. After looking at it for a long time, he suddenly stepped forward, squatted down, and clasped her waist from behind. His thin lips stuck to her earlobe, like kissing but not kissing, "why don't you?"

Yun Qing was concentrating on painting, but he was suddenly frightened by the man, and his brush fell down.

The tip of the pen slid down along the snow-white paper and dyed many places red.

Yunqing looks at the painting she is about to finish and is a little annoyed.

This painting is ruined.

Behind the man, it seems that there is no apology, just kiss her ears, sexy cold voice across her ears, stubbornly asked, "why not you?"

Yun Qing shivered and turned around, but he didn't mean to be angry.

She took a look at the cold star like eyes of the northern night and the picture on the wall, and understood what he meant.

Cloud tilted Cu eyebrow sharp, pondering how to explain with him.

She originally wanted to draw her, but with a stroke of writing, she remembered her former self.

The one who was once familiar with the extreme, but now becomes out of reach.