Zhao Molan looked at Lan Yiheng with a serious look on his face, and then at Yao Beibei in the distance.
Lan Yiheng's already stinky face became even more stinky now.
Not far away, Yao Beibei, who looked down at Haitian Soy Sauce seriously, didn't realize that he was being targeted.
And it was being targeted as prey.
Zhao Molan originally wanted to tease Lan Yiheng a few words, but suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing around him.
I saw Lan Yiheng's figure had arrived in front of Yao Beibei.
Zhao Molan grabbed You Minghua's arm nervously.
You Minghua was a little speechless to his beloved wife, why did he get as nervous as that man chasing her.
Yao Bei, who was choosing soy sauce, suddenly felt a black shadow envelop his eyes.
The flat shoes she wears today are only 1.7 meters tall.
Lan Yiheng was nearly 1.9 meters tall, which was quite a bit taller than him.
Yao Beibei was taken aback. She raised her head and looked at the person who frightened her with some complaints.
Seeing the person coming, he pursed his lips, and turned his face to the side with a look of disgust.
For her disgust, Lan Yiheng smiled instead of being annoyed.
That's right, that's the expression.
This feeling of unwillingness and inescapability.
Ling Qin'er's limp appearance is not at all like Yao Beibei.
This is true.
"Yao Beibei." Lan Yiheng grabbed her arm.
"I didn't read the almanac when I went out today, what's the matter?" Yao Beibei murmured at the front, and asked a little annoyed at the back.
"Did you go home? There is a lack of soy sauce at home." Lan Yiheng smiled.
Yao Beibei put down the Haitian soy sauce in his hand.
"Mr. Lan, your ability to be affectionate has grown again." Yao Beibei turned to leave after speaking.
But Lan Yiheng grabbed his arm and couldn't move it.
Pat on his paw with one hand: "Let go."
"Where are you going? Go home." Lan Yiheng put away the smile on his lips. Put on a serious expression.
"Mr. Lan, I think you forgot about brother, do you want me to remind you?" Yao Beibei shook his hand.
But his hand is getting tighter and tighter.
There was pain in the arm. She frowned, but Lan Yiheng didn't have the slightest intention of pity.
The strength in his hand didn't mean to let go at all.
"It's really time to remind me that I'm your man." Lan Yiheng grabbed her arm and pulled her towards her side.
"It's the ex, even if it's the husband, it's still the ex-husband." Yao Beibei saw that there were already guests looking towards them.
A little embarrassing.
I don't want to be tricked like a monkey in a zoo.
Only slowly follow him outside.
"We are not divorced, have you lost your memory?" Lan Yiheng dragged her outside.
Zhao Molan gave You Minghua a wink, and the two followed.
Yao Beibei didn't care so much when he got outside.
Resist directly.
Suddenly she slipped away from Lan Yiheng's grasp like a loach.
Lan Yiheng felt that her body was full of strength. It's not at all the same as Ling Qin'er's limp figure.
Fortunately, Zhou Bingyuan came that day, otherwise he would have made a mistake.
"You can sue directly in two years." Yao Beibei didn't expect to meet him when he came out today.
It is inevitable that I will really see him when I return to China.
Thinking that seeing him would make him a stranger.
When he looked up and saw clearly that it was him, his heart still couldn't help beating wildly.
This feeling is so inexplicable.
There is actually a feeling of fear of seeing him in my heart.
She saw a sentence in that book. Women are a little scared of their first man.
Well, that's probably the case.
"Hmph, two years, even two lifetimes, you don't even think about getting a divorce." Lan Yiheng went forward to grab her, and his hands had already grabbed her clothes.
But in the next second, she slipped out of his hands like a loach.
Slightly frowned.
It seems that I really underestimated her before.
It's a bit annoying to feel that I can't hold her in my hands.
In the past, when she didn't stretch out her hand, she would jump over by herself, without saying a word??¡±
"Ah." Lan Yiheng who had his finger bitten shrank back abruptly.
"Are you a dog? Don't like to eat your own taste, huh?"
After a pause, Lan Yiheng suddenly said with a look of enlightenment: "Oh, I see, you like to eat mine."
"You bastard." Yao Beibei stretched out his hand to hit him.
But her limp fist hit his shoulder as if it was useless.
Her whole body is also limp.
Before Lan Yiheng had time to rejoice, his eyes were cold.
Soft!
Why does it feel the same as Ling Qin'er.
That's not how Yao Beibei beat him.
Hitting him just now felt like breaking his bones.
Lan Yiheng had an ominous premonition in his heart.
"Are you Ling Qin'er?" Lan Yiheng grabbed her neck.
If she and Ling Qin'er were alone, then she and Zhou Bingyuan were together yesterday.
Thinking of her being with another man. Lan Yiheng's chest was filled with anger. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com