Bing'er didn't look back, and said coldly: "There's nothing to say, I have the ability to protect myself, thank you Team Kang for your concern." ”

With a violent force, he shook off the hand that was holding him, and continued to press the doorknob without looking back, but no matter how hard he tried, the door still couldn't be opened.

Bing'er leaned against the car door in frustration, waiting for a turnaround with a dejected expression.

And the wrist that was just dragged appeared an obvious red mark, which was left by Kang Yi when he pulled himself too hard.

Her arms were so white that the slightest bit of force would leave a mark.

Bing'er raised her hand slightly, glanced at her arm with disdain, and hurriedly put it down, afraid that Kang Yi would find out and say that she was too squeamish.

"Jingle bell" phone rings, breaking the boredom and embarrassment in the car.

A black backpack was pulled in front of the woman, Bing'er took out the phone lightly, flipped it open and saw the caller number, and hung up the phone with a disgusted face.

Just as she was about to put the phone away, it rang again, Bing'er sighed deeply and looked at the phone in a daze.

"Who? Why don't you answer the phone?" Kang Yi asked curiously.

Bing'er looked pained, holding the phone tightly with both hands, hanging up again and again, ringing again and again.

"Pick it up!" Kang Yi said helplessly.

"What's the matter?" Bing'er picked up the phone and asked coldly.

With a solemn expression, as uncomfortable as the mood when going to the grave, his little face was distorted, and his eyes glanced into the distance with disgust.

"Get home!" shouted on the other end of the phone like a lion's roar.

Kang Yi could hear the order of the Hedong lion's roar far away, and seemed to guess who the person on the other end of the phone was, and also guessed the reason why Bing'er didn't answer the phone.

It was difficult for the Qing official to cut off the family affairs, and Kang Yi turned around powerlessly, and looked for cigarettes again.

"Are you free?" Bing'er turned her head coldly, and said with helplessness and sadness in her dark eyes.

There are always some things in the world that are powerless and powerless to resist, as far as Bing'er's current situation is concerned, all her situations are passive, restrained by others, and the only man who can support herself lies on the bed, motionless.

The man in my heart who loves the most also approaches their relationship ambiguously.

"You want me to send you over, don't you?" Kang Yi asked with a little snicker, but his expression remained calm and unchanged.

"You can't even open the car door, or what?" Bing'er slumped over even colder, as if she was a little desperate.

She wanted to hold on to the man's heart and take down the man quickly, but Kang Yi seemed to reject her intentionally or unintentionally, and her frustration successfully defeated her desire to conquer.

"Address!" Kang Yi looked nervously at Bing'er's face as cold as an ice sculpture.

The dim light slanted on Bing'er's face, and the faint light brought a hazy feeling, and the three-dimensional and delicate facial features outlined a very beautiful fairy picture.

Why is such a distressing and heart-wrenching woman always melancholy?

Kang Yi wants to muster up the courage to overcome the responsibility in his heart, protect this woman once, and live for himself once.

But Tong Jia's corpse was just stiff and cold, what if he did such a thing that was always against morality?

Bing'er coldly reported the name of the bay villa, and then kept looking out the window.

The car was a little choking because of Kang Yi's smoke, Bing'er opened the window, and a gust of cold wind blew her silky hair like a waterfall.

Bing'er put her hands on the car door and leaned her head lightly against the window, letting the wind blow her thoughts away.

Speechless all the way.

The security guard at the bay villa saw a dilapidated Santana enter the door, squinted at him, and asked coldly, "Where are you going?"

The window slowly rolled down, and Kang Yi revealed his handsome appearance, squinting at the security guard with a noble posture, and scolding the security guard as a snobbish villain in his heart.

The identity of the car and the person is really proportional, your car is high-end, these watchdogs can look at you a few times.

If you are an invisible rich second generation like Kang Yi, people who don't know can't see his true identity at all, and even when he says it, few people believe it, and they think he's talking big.

"Uncle, he sent me home. Bing'er leaned over, slowly moved over, poked her head out, and said with a serious face.

"Oh, Miss Ning? The security guard bowed and immediately let him go.

"Team Kang, I'm sorry. Bing'er reluctantly apologized for the security guard.

There are always some security guards who look down on people, and Bing'er is a little ashamed to embarrass Kang Yi tonight.

But I scolded in my heart, who let you drive such a broken car?

You deserve to be discriminated against!

"It's here, thank you Team Kang!" Bing'er watched the car almost arrive at the door of her house, and immediately picked up her bag and prepared to leave.

His left hand was grabbed again, and he turned to look at the man with a calm face unable to move, and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

"Are you okay, will they embarrass you when you go home?" Kang Yi's words of concern instantly made the atmosphere in the car awkward.

"What can it be? It's okay, it's all commonplace, I'm used to it, thank you Team Kang for sending me back." Bing'er didn't care, and pushed the door and got out of the car without reluctance.

Walking out of the black Santana in style, her heart was constantly tightening and aching, and she was almost suffocated from such pain.

As soon as she arrived at the door, she heard a roar fading away, and Bing'er looked back at the outside in annoyance.

Gone, he really went.

What awaits her tonight?

All of this will soon pass.

The door rang, Bing'er changed her slippers with an expressionless face, but the domestic maid Wu's mother stepped forward very enthusiastically and greeted, "Miss is back?"

Bing'er looked at the kindness on Wu's mother's face, nodded slightly with a smile in her eyes, and signaled friendliness.

Deeper and more emotions can't be expressed for the cold Bing'er.

"Did Miss eat?" Wu's mother was very enthusiastic to help her carry her bag to the living room.

"I've eaten it. A gentle and soft voice replied lightly to the enthusiastic old man.

She was too touched and relieved by Wu's mother's emotions, but she was too cold to show any ecstasy, not to mention that this outsider had no blood relationship with her.

Bing'er's mental illness rejects any good feelings that have nothing to do with blood, except for Kang Yi, there will be an inexplicable heartbeat and yearning.

No matter how good Wu's mother is to her, she still can't show any family affection and hugs.

The sound of TV came from the living room, and Bing'er didn't need to watch it to know who was watching TV, so she silently went upstairs and went back to the room to rest.

Avoidance is perhaps the best distance to avoid conflict.

Bing'er snorted coldly in her heart, Yuan Xuefei, your good looks are now in full swing, while you, an idiot, are watching TV here.

"Dumb, I don't know how to call when I go home?" a tired and bored voice echoed in the air.

The marble staircase still made a crisp sound, and Bing'er ignored her impulse and walked up vigorously.

"Stop!" another deep voice came from another angle.

If there is no hatred in her heart, no complaints, maybe Bing'er will feel that this voice is no less than Kang Yi's sexy magnetic voice.