The Young Master’s Bride

After handling Ye Wenwen's arm, when she returned to Li's house, it was already past ten o'clock.

After Li Beichen ordered the housekeeper to prepare a room for Ye Wenwen, he pulled Ye Qingge upstairs.

Ye Qingge turned her head awkwardly and smiled at Ye Wenwen, and told her to rest early.

He took Ye Qingge directly back to her room. This was the first time she entered Li Beichen's room.

The inside is very empty, and the whole body is white, showing his serious cleanliness.

Li Beichen took off his suit in disgust and threw it directly into the trash can.

"Why did you throw away the good clothes?" The suit was custom-made by hand at first sight. It was not cheap, so why did you throw it away.

"You didn't see blood on it?" Ye Wenwen fell towards him when she got out of the car, even if she was blocked by the flames, his sleeves were still stained with blood.

"Wenwen didn't mean it, I'll wash it for you!"

"I hate women approaching me!" It's not that there is no blood or blood, but that this dress has the breath of other women, which he can't accept.

"Isn't I a woman?" He pointed to himself a little embarrassedly. He hugged and hugged her. Is it possible to treat her as a man?

"You are my woman!" The words with the scorching eyes deep, so loudly.

Ye Qingge's heart trembled, her eyes turned towards the ground, without talking.

Li Beichen sighed slightly and walked directly into the bathroom.

Tomorrow, it is necessary to talk to the old man, how long will she borrow a woman?

Ye Qingge stared at the bathroom door for a long time. She didn't know why Li Beichen appeared at the banquet.

Can't tell how she felt, when she saw him, she felt very wronged.

When Ye Shide slapped her face, her heart was dull.

"Xiaoge is Dad's little princess, the most beautiful little princess in the world!"

"Do you like the doll that Dad bought for you?"

"Our Xiaoge has dropped the golden beans again. Dad will put them away for you, and will be your dowry in the future, crying like the little cat!"

"Our little song..."

That gentle and loving father will never show up again, and she is still alive in the memory of the past.

Even resentment cannot erase the obsession with his father.

There was a respectful knock on the door, and Ye Qingge went to open the door.

Seeing Flame standing at the door, she suddenly woke up. This was Li Beichen's room.

Embarrassed, I didn't know what to say, what happened to me.

"Miss Ye, this is what the husband wants!"

Flame handed a tray to Ye Qingge.

After a glance, it was ice cubes and a box of ointment...

For a while, I didn't think of what these were for, but instinctively took it.

After the flame left, Ye Qingge closed the door and Li Beichen also took a bath and came out.

A bathrobe was worn loosely on her body, with an indescribable sense of evil surname.

"Flame said what you want!" Put the tray on the table.

"Come here!" Li Beichen patted the bed and said solemnly.

The hair is still wet, and the water drops along the Adam's apple into the strong chest...

According to his previous temperament, Ye Qingge will definitely say, "Uncle, go to bed early! I'll go back first."

However, today I felt a little bit squeamish in my heart, and I walked over and sat on the bed without speaking.

Ye Qingge's rare delicacy caused Li Beichen's mouth to pull out an invisible arc.

Li Beichen wrapped the ice cubes in a towel and put it on Ye Qingge's red and swollen cheeks, with a distressed look in his eyes.

Ye Qingge didn't expect that these ice cubes were prepared for her, and his clear, watery eyes looked at Li Beichen, his heart chaotic and warm.

"Can you blame me for not venting your anger?" Holding Ye Qingge's little hand, it felt smooth and tender.