The Young Master’s Bride

Han Bing ran out in a hurry, with detergent foam on his hands.

The sound of closing the door was heavy, and Li Beichen frowned.

If it broke, let him pay...

Although Li Mumu loves to play games, he has a regular schedule at night, and usually goes to bed after eight o'clock.

It will not exceed nine at the latest.

When Ye Qingge came out of the shower, Li Beichen motioned her to sit by the bed.

Holding a tube of ointment in his hand, squeeze out some, take Ye Qingge's arm, and gently smear it on it.

"It's all okay!" The last time the bullet was scratched, they are all healed, and the scabs are also gone, but there is a light pink mark.

Li Beichen kept giving her medicine, but she didn't care much about it.

"It won't be pretty if you leave a trace!" Li Beichen felt guilty about the last accident.

"It's not the face, it's not in the way!"

"Nowhere!"

"..." Ye Qingge smiled charmingly, sweet in his heart.

"Uncle, how did you and Feng Yan become like this? Were you not very good when you were young?"

There is a cool touch on the arm, which is very comfortable.

Ye Qingge asked this question very carefully.

"Come here and coax you to sleep!"

With a faint smile at the corner of Li Beichen's mouth, he patted the place beside him.

Ye Qingge knew he didn't want to say, why didn't he?

She felt a little uncomfortable. She asked after thinking and thinking, but he didn't want to say.

"Yeah!" The voice was a little dull, but he was still lying beside him with his back facing him.

Li Beichen circled her in his arms and rubbed her ears.

"Are you angry?" The low voice rippled in Ye Qingge's ears, and swayed into her heart.

"Uncle doesn't want to say, so don't listen to it! Why are you angry!"

"I'm not telling you, I'm afraid that you will feel sorry for him and make some feelings go bad!"

What Li Beichen uses is heartfelt love...

Such words are not suitable for a man, but Ye Qingge's heart trembled.

She thought of Feng Yan saying that his mother had left, and his sister went to find her mother, but never came back...

It hurts to think about such things.

Then there are some things I dare not think deeply, I'm afraid that all these have something to do with Li Beichen...

Because she could see that no matter how Feng Yan was making mischief, Li Beichen was letting him, and that kind of tolerance was too much.

"Does he have anything to do with Feng Xi?"

Feng Yan and Feng Xi don't look the same, but they both know Li Beichen, and Feng's surname is not common.

She hadn't gone to give Feng Xi a sign language class, and he hadn't looked for her, which really surprised her.

After all, she called him the last time because of Ye Wenwen's affairs, and his tone at the time wanted to eat her.

She thought it was Huo Zhongrao who found him, and the problems of the years were resolved, so he would anger her.

"Half brother!"

Rough fingers rubbed Ye Qingge's earlobe, and said solemnly.

Not too surprised, Ye Qingge closed his eyes slightly and stopped talking.

"Tomorrow I will go with you, take Mu Mu!"

After kissing Ye Qingge's forehead, Li Beichen covered her with a quilt.

Tomorrow is the 25th, the day her mother was buried. She didn't want to tell him, but she didn't want him to know.

"Yeah!" Her heart was filled instantly, the feeling made her eyes swell and her nose sore.

Sometimes happiness is just a soft hug, a whisper to the ears...

An unexpected heart-warming word...