The Young Master’s Bride

Four words flashed in Ye Qingge's mind, "Unreasonable trouble"

Then there are four words, "unreasonable"

"I don't want to talk to you now, you probably have a fever and burned your brain, so calm down by yourself!"

After struggling with his wrist twice, he still couldn't move.

Because of her restlessness, Li Beichen's restraint on her wrist was a little harder.

"You don't want to talk to me, who do you want to talk to? Feng Yan? Or your gentle first love? Ye Qingge, I'm not good enough for you? Not enough to spoil you?"

The blue veins on the back of the man's broad palm violently, and a circle of red marks appeared on Ye Qingge's white wrist.

The legs were also suppressed, completely unable to move.

Ye Qingge erected the thorns all over his body like a hedgehog, glaring at Li Beichen angrily, the watery and clear eyes were full of flames.

Silently exhausted his strength to struggle, although his strength was not as good as him, his eyes were still stubborn and reluctant.

"When you are angry, you are so hooked, saying that you still bend you?"

"Li Beichen, you have the ability to let me go, what is the ability to press me down? Are you too strong to bully me, are you embarrassed?"

Ye Qingge tried to kick him with his feet, but found that the long legs that he was usually proud of were still too short.

"What's wrong with you just bullying you? You actually played a temper with me for Feng Yan. If there is something sent by another woman on my phone, you will feel comfortable in your eyes? It will not be uncomfortable in your heart?"

In these days, when he saw her fiddle with the phone, the little cat dangled on the phone with a smile, and he felt his eyes burning and painful, and he was completely burnt with anger.

She still asked herself heartlessly, "Does it look good? Isn't it cute?"

Good-looking fart, cute fart, it is an eye-catching sight.

On two occasions, he took the kitten down while she was sleeping, trying to throw it into the toilet and flushing it away, but he felt childish and ridiculous.

This woman is heartless, but as long as she has a little bit, she will be well-known, so don't bring that annoying kitten to his eyes.

Ye Qingge looked at Li Beichen's domineering and childish appearance, angry, annoyed and wanted to laugh.

She just said why he didn't say anything about the kitten, she looked good for him, and he hummed.

It turned out that the caring in my heart fermented into vinegar, which was sour.

But what he said is not unreasonable. If Tong Jiahui gave him a gadget and he hung it on the phone, then she would definitely make a fuss and would throw that thing...

"Don't laugh, just be serious! Is it important for him or me? Who is your man? Have you figured it out?"

Ye Qingge found that Li Beichen was particularly willing to use questioning sentences when speaking, and he always gave you the initiative, but he was always speechless.

How would she answer the questions she asked at this time?

Of course he is her man, of course he is important, she knows very well in her heart!

However, when the force is fighting against the evil language, if such an answer is thrown out, wouldn't it be self-defeating.

"I don't know yet, my uncle, it turns out that he is such a patient person who made such a jar of vinegar without saying a word. It is really sour!"

Ye Qingge's eyes were bright and provocative, her eyebrows and eyebrows curled up, her delicate lips rose slightly, and her plump and seductive watery, pink and lustrous glow seemed to tremble slightly like jelly.

It is completely natural, not lip gloss or lip gloss.