There were more and more people around, and Qiu Yuping was hurriedly pulled up into the crowd after delay.

Gossip is mixed, some say they want to call the police, and some guess Han Dong's identity.

Qiu Yuping and Han Dong have a disagreement here, there is no suspense, everyone will stand on Qiu Yuping's side, even if it is to do face work.

And Han Dong and Xia Meng, one is cold and arrogant like a princess, and the other is casual and ordinary like people who can be seen everywhere on the street.

"Xia Meng's husband?"

Some people have inexplicable jealousy and suspicion about this.

How is it possible, these two people who look very different from each other will be husband and wife?

Han Dong's face was hot, not only because he was slapped, but also because of various sounds that kept drilling into his ears.

He is still nominally Xia Meng's husband.

At this juncture, it doesn't matter what others think. The important thing is that she slapped Qiu Yuping, an ex-boyfriend, from the position of her wife.

A smile flashed invisibly at the corner of his lips, and his hand covered his violently undulating heart without a trace.

There is a frustration entangled in it, almost devouring people.

The more this is the case, the more unmoved there is on the surface.

The eyes are the windows to the soul.

Xia Meng saw the change in the man's eyes from stunned, to self-deprecation, to despair.

She burst into tears and grabbed him in a hurry: "I, I didn't mean to...... I'm sorry, I'm sorry...... It's for your good ......."

This explanation, Xia Meng himself doubted how convincing it was.

Han Dong was cold, turned around, and waved his hand to shake off Xia Meng, and the person quickly melted into the night.

Under the street lights, it is sparsely populated.

Xia Meng's brain was blank, and he stumbled to chase it.

She shouldn't have come to this banquet at all, and if she hadn't, there wouldn't have been such a coincidental disagreement.

The clash of alcohol, the stimulation of the banquet, and, this inexplicable conflict.

After she was thrown away by Han Dong again, her voice was out of control and sharp: "Han Dong, what do you want me to do?" Qiu Yuping is obviously deliberately disgusting me, show it to you!"

Han Dong didn't look back, and he didn't even pause in his footsteps.

He couldn't listen to anything, and he couldn't think rationally about all possibilities.

"Don't go!"

Xia Meng didn't listen to what he said, he was in a mess, and he stopped in front of him quickly.

Han Dong raised his eyes and looked at this woman who had made him think about it and accompanied him with countless dreams. Abrupt, fragmented.

"Get out!"

Xia Meng thought she had heard it wrong, so he let herself go, and then, she hugged the man's waist tightly: "You listen to my explanation." Qiu Yuping is the representative of the image of Lin'an youth, not to mention that you beat people out of an accident, even if it is only a minor injury, he wants to pursue it, you have no way!"

"I'm really scared. ”

"You're afraid he'll get hurt?"

"No, I'm afraid you'll be implicated......"

As Han Dong spoke, he grabbed her wrists with his hands and pulled them apart little by little: "Then I have to thank you, if it weren't for your slap, I might have to go to prison and pay for his life." ”

"Isn't that so? In this world, money is the law, what do you use to fight him? ”

Han Dong was cold: "Have you understood me?"

"Absolutely. ”

"Then do you think I'm the kind of impulsive character who can beat people to death if I miss a shot? Xia Meng, what do you think. You keep saying that you started to like me, and that's how you like it? Am I the kind of person in your heart who needs to rely on you to help clean up the mess behind you?"

Xia Meng was struck by lightning, and the man in his arms also left again after a sentence.

Feeling empty, Xia Meng staggered and couldn't stand firmly, and said in a lost voice: "Han Dong, are you innocent and want to torture me to death." ”

Hearing the difference in her voice, Han Dong's brows furrowed.

Xia Meng's surging wine intent became more and more obvious after seeing the wind, and he squatted on the ground and retched in pain.

Han Dong breathed continuously, ignored it and turned around to drive back to the hotel.

He still couldn't do it to leave a woman who was almost completely drunk on the street alone, even if she was a stranger.

The car stops in front of you.

Xia Meng's tears were like rain: "Aren't you leaving, why are you coming back!"

Han Dong impatiently pulled her arm and dragged the person straight into the car, slammed the car door shut, and stepped on the accelerator.

The red body, like a streamer, shuttles through the night.

In the car, Xia Meng broke his words and repeatedly explained what had just happened. Slowly, his voice lowered, and he fell asleep with his head resting on Han Dong's legs.

The cloud-like black hair poured and scattered, and the plain white face was not bloodless.

The car stopped at the door of the Xia family's villa ten minutes later.

This home, where he has lived for almost a year, at this moment, the black building seems to have turned into a beast.

Xia Mengmeng opened his eyes: "Husband, I don't want to divorce, I have long lost my feelings for Qiu Yuping, do you believe me......"

Drunk talking, Han Dong was silent.

A hand swept over her forehead, the heat of his hand furrowing his brow deeper.

He took out his mobile phone and was about to call Xia Mingming to ask her to come and pick up someone. When he was about to dial up, he hesitated again.

Looking at Xia Meng's current state, Xia Mingming probably can't cope with it alone.

To help people to the end, he simply found the key in the bag, got out of the car and picked up the person and went to Xia's house.

It was almost eleven o'clock, and Xia Mingming, Gong Qiuling and the others were already resting.

He sent Xia Meng into the bedroom very smoothly, and in the process, even Gong Qiuling's pet dog only barked. should also know that the owner is back, and he wagged his tail and retracted back into the nest obediently.

Xia Meng couldn't figure out whether he was dreaming or living in reality.

With his head resting on the man's chest, listening to his powerful heartbeat, the whole person slowly turned from impetuousness to calm.

There is really a magical power in him, and with him, everything is good.

Lying on the bed, she instinctively grabbed his wrist: "Don't go, I'm uncomfortable." ”

Han Dong sighed, signaled not to leave, and began to look for antipyretics.

He had lived in this bedroom for a while, was familiar with everything, and in a few moments he was digging through the spare medicine from the special drawer.

poured water and helped her up: "Come, eat and sleep well, it should be fine tomorrow." ”

Xia Meng leaned on him obediently: "Is it okay for you to stay with me?" ”

"I took the medicine first. ”

"If you don't stay, I won't eat. If you're dead, you're dead, and it has nothing to do with you. ”

"Sick. ”

"I'm not sick, what medicine do you let me take. ”

Han Dong was speechless and took the antipyretic medicine and stuffed it into her mouth, and roughly put the cup over.

"Woo, what are you doing, it hurts!"

After a beating, Xia Meng honestly took the medicine.

Han Dong put down the cup, seeing that she still kept her hand and didn't let go, and glanced away.

Xia Meng didn't know where he got the strength, and sat up cross-legged from the head of the bed: "Don't be so careful." I slapped you, and you just came back...... You hit me, hit me hard. ”

"Go away!"

Han Dong's hand was pulled, and when he was about to touch her face, he reacted, and threw her on the bed.

Xia Meng was not annoyed, and hugged him again: "I know you are reluctant to murder me." Muttered, and his voice became lower and lower: "Husband, will you stay with me tonight?" ”

She thinks it should be because of the wine, so the skin is so thick.

is so ashamed of being coquettish, she feels very comfortable and enjoyed.

She really thought that she wouldn't be coquettish in front of men, but at this moment, some words and deeds were instinctive.