The white frost was picked up in a black van.

Sitting in the back seat, she was quiet, without the slightest sound, almost able to ignore her as a person.

Looking out the window, her eyes were blank and her mind empty.

Her hukou was no longer in the Bai family three years ago, and the three words 'Shang Yubei' in the column of her spouse on the household registration certificate were clear.

But a long time ago, her sister told her that she would divorce Shang Yubei, so she never regarded him as her husband. Therefore, today the threat of kidnapping is made.

But now it seems that she is going to take Shang Yubei as her husband.

Husband and wife are people who want to live, and they can't be bullied like outsiders, but they must be treated as relatives. Relatives are like sisters.

But today, she has already bullied him.

He still had a wound on his wrist from the one she had tied.

The hoarfrost was cleared and came to the conclusion -

She did something wrong and had to apologize.

Apologizing between husband and wife is not the same as apologizing to ordinary people.

The white frost fell after thinking all the way and slowly had an idea.

***

Shang Yubei came out of the café and went to the merchant's old house under heavy pressure from the old lady.

The content of the conversation is old, no wonder it is forced to force him to hold a wedding with the little nun of the Bai family, and implement this marriage in name only.

The result is obvious, the conversation broke up unhappily, he is not the hairy boy who was suppressed three years ago, and there is no reason to sacrifice his marriage again. What's more, she is still a young nun with a bad mind.

Thinking back to that delicate little face, Shang Yubei twisted his eyebrows and sneered.

From the old mansion back to his private residence, the fatigue of the day followed.

Thinking of today's encounter, Shang Yubei's eyes deepened.

Carrying his coat, he didn't turn on the light and went straight to the bathroom.

As soon as his hand touched the handle, he was stunned.

There was someone else breathing in the house.

With a "snap", he turned on the light, and Shang Yubei and the white frost's clean eyes were together.

Narrowing dangerously, his eyes cold as knives and a fierce gaze like a hunter examining how to slaughter his prey.

Step by step, the cold and slender fingers pinched the chin of the white frost, "Who gave you the guts to let you come, huh?"

Shang Yubei's eyebrows are clear, his eyes are as deep as the vast stars, and he is very good-looking. Of course, if it weren't for his frowning, maybe it would have looked better.

Bai Shuang reached out his hand, and his soft fingertips touched his frowning eyebrows, and said softly, "You look angry and you look good." ”

In a word, there is no beginning and no tail, which makes Shang Yubei not know how to fight back.

The eyebrows were rubbed, one after another, as if they were teasing him.

In the past three years, his temper has been much better than before, and he rarely gets angry, but today, in the face of this little nun, his anger has not subsided, and he has risen again and again.

Brushing away her hand, the thin lips opened and closed indifferently, "White frost, you are looking for death!"

The white frost eyes were empty for a few seconds, and he went through the man's favorite moves in his mind again.

Sure that every movement was clear to her chest, she looked at Shangshang Yubei again, "I'm sorry for making you angry today, give me a chance, I'll make you happy, okay?"

The last note was lifted upward, like a small hook, with her innocent and clean eyes, which made people itch for no reason.

Realizing that something was wrong, Shang Yubei's face changed suddenly, and his expression was cold.

However, before he could utter sarcasm, he was grabbed by the arm of the little nun and forcibly pulled.

When he reacted, he was pressed against the bed, pressed under him.