410: C410 It Was like He Was Crying

C410 It Was like He Was Crying

Soong Xingchen pointed at her watch and said in a very bad tone: "It is two o'clock in the morning. Don't you feel that it is inappropriate for you to enter a girl's room?"0

"Since it's two o'clock in the morning, then what are you doing here?" Zhan Beiting's words were merciless at this moment. His gaze when looking at Soong Xingchen was filled with bone-piercing coldness.

If it was any other time, Soong Xingchen would definitely shrink back and not touch his unlucky hair. But at this time, she seemed to be completely out of control and only saw overlapping resentment.

The man that she deeply loved actually used this kind of tone to speak to her!

Thinking of this, Soong Xingchen suddenly rushed in from Zhan Beiting's side and lifted Yu Leelee's blanket and shouted, "Get up, what are you pretending for! Don't think that just because you turn yourself into a loli all day long, you are really natural and harmless. Trying to cheat Mr Beiting's heart here..."

Zhan Beiting did not expect her to do such a thing. He grabbed her arm and pulled her out.

Yu Leelee was woken up and struggled to sit up. She was exhausted after Sheqinggui had absorbed her essence. Even getting off the bed was very difficult. The noise they made just now was also very vague.

Zhan Beiting conveniently closed Yu Leelee's room door and dragged Soong Xingchen back to her room.

"Stars! "Are you done messing around?"

He tried his best to suppress his anger and kept persuading his brother's younger sister. What he owed them, he had to make it up to them.

"I'm messing around?" Soong Xingchen looked at the man in front of her in disbelief. Fairy's white pajamas were also partially visible because one of her shoulders was torn off.

Zhan Beiting turned his face away, "Clean up your clothes."

Soong Xingchen did not. Why should she listen? Could it be that her figure could not be seen?

As she thought about it, she actually made a bold move. She lifted up her clothes and was about to drag them. "Mr Beiting," she said. Look at me. I want to be your woman..."

Even if he turned his face away, he could not hide the scene in the corner of his eyes. This made him completely furious, what was going on!

Zhan Beiting turned around and left. Soong Xingchen took off her charm and stuck it at her waist. She hugged him from behind. "Mr Beiting... don't, don't abandon me. I don't have family, I don't have a brother. I only have you."

Zhan Beiting stiffened his body. He really wanted to ruthlessly shake her off, but when he heard this, a strong guilt rose in his heart again. It was so bitter that he couldn't take a heavy step.

He wanted to refuse her directly, but no matter what, to her, it was like a ruthless knife, stabbing at each other.

Soong Xingchen's face was tightly pressed against that firm back, and there was a faint sound of crying in her nose. "Mr Beiting... Do you know? I liked you a long time ago. "You're good to me. You sent me abroad and promoted me to the top of the world. I think I must be very important to you."

"But... I don't know when, but whatever you say can't be separated from that little girl. You say that she's mischievous, that she's cute, and you won't be able to see me in your eyes anymore."

"Do you know why I came back? I just want to return to your line of sight. I want you to only have me in your eyes. " That's why I'm jealous. I'm extremely jealous of Yu Leelee. Why did she take away what belongs to me?! "

She could not help gritting her teeth in hatred when she said the last few words. However, her voice was still soft and delicate, like a dandelion that was blown away by the wind at any time. It made people want to protect her. No matter how furious Zhan Beiting was, he could not bear to hurt her, who had no one to rely on at the moment.

Yu Leelee stopped by the door and withdrew her hand. She was worried that she would force herself to see, but she did not expect to hear this. Since it was like this, why did she want to be part of the feelings of others?

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