Mr. Zhou’s Little Cutie

Tang Chuan turned his head to look at the backs of the two leaving, and couldn't help smiling.

He could hear what he said just now, the little girl had no intention of going with him at all.

He couldn't help sighing, inexplicably recalling Zhou Beicheng's words last night in his mind.

"Someone who is important to me."

"..."

The old man is not an old man who doesn't understand anything, it's just Zhou Beicheng's nervous look, the old man can tell.

These two kids...

Tang Chuan sighed silently, got up and obediently prepared to wash his face.

Let them solve their affairs by themselves, and he, an old man, will not participate.

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Zhou Beicheng took Meng Yutang directly to his room, walked through the long corridor, kicked the door open and brought him in.

"Tangtang..."

Before he could ask what he wanted to ask, he was interrupted by Meng Yutang after calling a name.

"I need a razor and a comb. You should have a razor. Do you have a comb?"

She turned her back to Zhou Beicheng, as if she was asking him and talking to herself.

She turned her eyes and glanced at Zhou Beicheng's room. It looked clean and tidy, but it didn't look like anyone lived there.

"Don't you usually come back to live?"

Meng Yutang saw a brand new razor on the table and walked over slowly.

Zhou Beicheng's eyes kept staring at her solemnly.

He walked over a few steps and took her hand, feeling pain all over his heart.

Raising his hand to touch her neck, his fingertips were hot, but trembling.

His voice was a little hoarse: "Tangtang, what do you mean there is still a chance of life?"

Meng Yutang looked into his eyes and read the sadness in his deep pool-like eyes.

It was the first time she saw Zhou Beicheng have such an expression, as if the sky was about to fall.

Meng Yutang didn't speak, Zhou Beicheng said again: "You will go with the master, right? You will seize that chance, right, he will definitely not let you have an accident! You have to go with him!"

Meng Yutang looked at him and felt a bitterness in her throat. She raised her hand to attach Zhou Beicheng's, and chose to escape for the first time.

She took off his hand and raised it to hold the razor on the table and turned to leave: "Master, that old man doesn't want to wait."

She walked past him.

Zhou Beicheng's fingertips couldn't help shaking.

"Meng Yutang!"

It was the first time he called her name so loudly, his voice was hoarse and full of despair.

Meng Yutang stopped abruptly.

"I want you to live well! I will help you with the rest you want to do! I will help you do whatever you want! Can you go with the master! Go to a good treatment! You will be fine! I I want you to be well! You must go! I will go tell him now and send you back."

"Zhou Beicheng!"

Meng Yutang raised his hand and grabbed him.

Zhou Beicheng clenched his fists and did not look back at her.

It was enough for Meng Yutang to see him stop.

She didn't want to say these things at first, but she wanted to tell him that none of them would be useful!

"I won't go! What I want to do, I will do it myself!"

Zhou Beicheng turned his head abruptly, he couldn't bear to say a single word of those cruel words to her.

He approached her with red eyes, held her face in his hands and looked at her: "I can help you, I can help you, you don't need to be yourself! I can help you!"

Meng Yutang looked at him, and Zhou Beicheng's tone made her feel as if she was being whipped.

He seemed to be begging her, such a proud son of heaven was actually begging her.

Meng Yutang felt the tip of his nose sore.