Chapter 917

When Beiming Liancheng came out of the kitchen, his hands were still stained with water.

Back at the dining table, he looked at him and said, "I've washed my hands. Do you want to be angry? If you don't like to see me... "

"What did I say? Who says I don't like to see you? " Beiming male white he one eye, efforts to let his anger down.

I know that this boy is not good tempered at all, and his patience is even worse than that of no one else. He doesn't want to have a good breakfast and be lost by himself. If he is forced to hurry, he really doesn't want to come back, then he

He took a breath, and finally let his breath calm down.

Seeing Mingke, he was still staring at himself. His face sank and he hummed coldly: "if you don't eat quickly, that boy thinks I'm trying to embarrass you. If you make him misunderstand something and don't want to come back all day long, I won't let you go."

He can see that Liancheng boy actually listened to this girl's words. Just now, she just kicked him and hinted that he would wash his hands. He immediately stood up and obeyed.

Although he was really angry, he was afraid that his anger really drove him away.

After thinking about it, he suddenly figured out something. His eyes twinkled slightly, and then glanced at Mingke. There was some strange light floating in the fundus of his eyes.

Mingke immediately picked up the knife and fork and ate it cleverly. He didn't dare to look around.

Looking at Beiming Liancheng, I saw that he carefully pushed the milk to Mingke. Although he didn't say anything, and although his face was still so cold, Beiming Xiong's heart still thumped when he saw this scene.

In all these years, he had never seen Liancheng boy be so considerate to any girl.

Is this girl really so important to him? One person serves two brothers at the same time, and the boy is not dirty.

After hesitation, he finally lowered his head. Like them, he kept silent and slowly forked up the things on the plate, put them into his mouth and chewed them carefully.

After a meal with a servant, it didn't take long to clean up.

Beiming Liancheng buckled her wrist and said, "you're not a servant here. You don't need to work."

"I just..."

"No, it's just." Beiming Liancheng's face sank, let go of her hand and stood up: "don't you want to go to the hospital? Why don't you go yet? "

"Oh." Name can light should sound, put down the things in hand, turn head to North Ming male smile: "I promised Mrs. Long today to go to the hospital to see her, I will try to come back early."

Beimingxiong originally wanted to say that she had better not come back, but when he thought about it, if she didn't come back, he was afraid that even the boy in the city would not want to come back. She would come back earlier. Isn't Liancheng the same. Can she come back earlier?

After they left the side hall, he suddenly coughed and said in a cold voice: "five hundred yuan in half an hour, right?"

Mingke stepped and looked back at him, a little confused.

"It's still early now," he said. "Even if you go to see a doctor, you don't have to go so early."

Although he doesn't know how Zhan jiuxiao would like her to see longwan'er, it's not in his consideration.

See name can still blink eyes staring at himself, he deliberately plate up the face, heavy voice way: "my shoulder is still uncomfortable, you give me rub, money I still pay you."

"She doesn't need any money. There's no need to aggrieve herself in doing these jobs for you." Beiming Liancheng comes back to Mingke and wants to catch her.

Mingke subconsciously took his hand back, looked at him and said, "he's right, it's still early..."

Slow slow, she said with a smile: "it's not bad for half an hour. I'll press the old man and then go, OK?"

Beiming Liancheng originally wanted to refuse. When she gave the old man a massage last night, which words came out of his mouth?

One night he seemed to be watching TV, but he didn't miss a word of beimingxiong's abusive words.

She is not wronged by herself, he will be wronged for her.

How can this stupid woman be willing to run into her and let others bully her? Is she really so ungrateful?

But the light of hope in Mingke's eyes made him subconsciously swallow all the words he resisted.

Well, she wanted to be close to the old man. Although he didn't think it was meaningful to be so close, since she liked it, it was up to her.

"Half an hour." Looking back at beimingxiong, he still didn't have much warmth on his face: "I say again, she's not a technician or a servant who can buy it back with money. It's OK to give you massage. Don't say those ugly words any more."

North Ming male cold hum hum hum, stood up, fiercely glared at him one eye.The boy really cared about the girl, and he was willing to speak to himself with such an attitude.

Usually, he just scolds him, and at most he stands there to scold him. He can't say a word of refutation. It's not that he can't refute, it's that he disdains to refute at all.

But this time for the girl He snorted again and walked up to the hall.

The name can pull to pull the north to connect the Cape of the city, immediately quickly followed past.

As soon as he was seated, the servant had already brought up the tea.

Mingke stood behind him, his hands on his shoulders, and began to knead him.

Beiming Liancheng is a bit idle. He takes the remote control and is about to sit down in front of the TV. Beiming Xiong behind him suddenly says, "boy, I haven't played chess with you for a long time. Anyway, it's half an hour. Why don't you come and play two games with me?"

"No Beiming Liancheng road at will.

"What won't? I've been teaching you for so long before. Why not? " Beiming male sank his face. No matter facing him or Beiming night, there are few good words when we get along with each other, except cursing or cursing, because these two boys always make him angry to death.

Beiming Liancheng ignored it, turned on the TV and began to tune up the channel.

That's it. It's the same every time. Beimingxiong knows that he's angry again. At most, he shouts at him and scolds him.

But every time is like this, always scolds him, has any significance?

After thinking about it, he suddenly looked at Mingke's hand on his shoulder, pursed his lips and said, "how can I adopt these white eyed wolves? After more than ten or twenty years, I didn't want to play chess with this lonely old man. Do you think there are any more pitiful people in the world than me? "