What Zhao Mengyao thought in his heart was that since this man suffered from a phobia of women, as long as he kept dangling in front of him and forcing him to make physical contact, he would sooner or later be unable to bear it and take the initiative to get rid of himself.

Although the sun was shining around, Li Yinglong still felt a trace of coolness wafting through the back of his neck. Probably hallucinations.

Zhao Mengyao had already made up her mind that she must let the bastard in front of her take the initiative to leave her, so naturally she didn't pay much attention to her words and deeds.

It's better to say that she can come as she pleases, anyway, she just needs to be herself, and it is impossible for this man who suffers from gynophobia to like her at all.

So she took the initiative to lean closer to Li Yinglong, and sure enough, she felt his body tense up instantly. Zhao Mengyao hugged Li Yinglong's arm proudly and generously like a cat that had stolen a fishy one, and smiled elegantly, but there was a hint of naughtiness in the elegance: "What's wrong, Mr. Li?" ”

Zhao Mengyao's voice is not the kind of immature Loli voice, but more inclined to the ethereal, clear lark-like beautiful voice, she shouted "Mr. Li" with a soft and glutinous tone, with a little coquettish and ridiculous, which made people's hearts tremble slightly.

Li Yinglong's face turned red again, but thinking about maintaining his image, he still tried to keep an iceberg face, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he exposed himself.

He actually stammered: "You- what are you calling me?" ”

"Mr. Li." Zhao Mengyao replied sweetly, and leaned back to Li Yinglong.

Li Yinglong only felt a soft, warm body clinging to his arm, a fresh and natural fragrance wafted into his nose, and the faint temperature attached to his cold skin, which was warm and heartwarming that he had never experienced before.

You don't have to look to know that this woman must have a smug look on her face.

Li Yinglong was funny and angry in his heart, thinking to himself, this sum should be recorded in the account first, and then it will be calculated well!

"We're already legally married, think about it, what should I call me?" Fortunately, Li Yinglong thought of a good way to fight back.

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, Zhao Mengyao's face changed slightly.

Call your husband? She couldn't scream. Call husband? I always feel awkward. Called husband?

Zhao Mengyao glanced at the body Li Yinglong was wearing, and suddenly thought of a good way to change the topic: "By the way, what's going on with you?" Peculiar fetishes? ”

When Li Yinglong heard these words full of disgust, the soles of his feet slipped and he almost fell.

"You don't like it?" Li Yinglong asked.

Zhao Mengyao let go of Li Yinglong's arm, took a few steps back, and looked carefully from head to toe, from top to bottom.

Zhao Mengyao finished observing and said, "It's good to look good, but isn't it really cold for you to wear it like this?" ”

It's October, and the leaves of the ginkgo trees on both sides of the streets of City A are yellow. Autumn in the north always cools down early, Zhao Mengyao changed into a thin skirt because she was going to sing in a bar, and she usually wore a woolen cardigan over her school uniform and felt cold.

Li Yinglong couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he heard Zhao Mengyao praise himself for his good looks, and then replied decisively: "It's not cold!" ”

After saying that, a bleak autumn wind blew, and Li Yinglong was very angry and sneezed.