2001: C2001 Why Did He Look like He Had Been Bullied

C2001 Why Did He Look like He Had Been Bullied

Huo Chenfei pretended to be serious. "You just started dating and you want to skip the love stage and get married?

Bad comment."

Beiming Yumo's throat was still a little tight because of the spiciness. He moved his lips and wanted to explain, but he could not make a sound for a moment.

His forehead was covered in a layer of sweat. No matter how he looked at it, it looked like he had been bullied.

He was wearing a shirt and pants today. However, because he was originally very young at the age of twenty-six, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows still carried the feeling of a youth. At this moment, coupled with his slightly red eyes and tail, it simply made one's heart ache.

Huo Chenfei originally only wanted to tease him, but when she saw that his forehead was actually covered in sweat, she could not help but feel anxious and hurriedly got up to go over.

"Yumo, are you alright?"

Huo Chenfei said nervously.

She quickly passed the ice water to Beiming Yumo and said, "Drink it to moisten your throat. I'll ask the waiter to bring something to moisten your throat."

Beiming Yumo did not take it. Instead, he suddenly stretched out his arm and hugged Huo Chenfei.

Huo Chenfei was stunned. She was completely hugged by Beiming Yumo. It was also at this moment that she realized that although the man in front of her looked pitiful just now, his arms were strong and his chest was wide. In his arms, she really looked like Jiaojiao.

"Fei Fei, I'm fine."

Beiming Yumo could finally speak. He said seriously, "That process will happen. If I don't do it well, you can tell me at any time."

"Oh."

Huo Chenfei did not expect that she would make a joke. Beiming Yumo would be like this. She quickly hugged him and patted his back. "Sorry, I was just joking on purpose. I am not serious."

"Yes."

Beiming Yumo hugged Huo Chenfei again. He suddenly realized that the waiter was about to serve the dishes.

He quickly let go of her and felt a little unnatural. "I'm fine. You can go back to your seat."

Huo Chenfei also looked up and saw the waiter. Her face was a little red and she quietly withdrew back to her seat.

The place where they were watching the movie was not far from here. Furthermore, it was troublesome to stop the car at the shopping mall every time. Beiming Yumo and Huo Chenfei walked over together.

The two of them walked side by side. This time, after walking two steps, Beiming Yumo reached out his hand and gently hooked Huo Chenfei's finger.

Immediately after, he held her hand in his palm.

Her hand was soft and soft. He felt that he was holding her hand no matter how hard he tried. As if it wasn't enough, they were already almost at the mall at the intersection.

When they crossed the road, a car broke through the yellow light and sped past. Beiming Yumo held Huo Chenfei's hand tightly. Immediately, his fingers passed through hers and then slowly tightened.

His ten fingers were tightly clenched.

This was the first time he held her hand like this. His heart uncontrollably pounded against his chest, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his palm. He held her as if he was holding the whole world.

The surrounding neon lights flashed. In a business car near the intersection, Beiming Shen looked at the intersection in puzzlement.

However, it was already green. He did not have time to see the figure at the intersection before the car had already entered the traffic.

He had decided to come this evening at the last minute. Because of a friend's temporary meeting, he did not inform Beiming Yumo and took a private jet to come over. He planned to call his son after the meeting ended at night.

The car passed by and caused trouble. Finally, it stopped at a classical clubhouse.

Beiming Shen got out of the car and the waiter led him to a private room.1

The private room was very big, as if he had walked into a classical backyard.

Beiming Shen's friend had already arrived. He said to him, "Ah Shen, there's another friend coming over today. I think you know him too."

"Who is it?"

Beiming Shen asked.

"Gong Lingye."

A friend said.

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