Chapter 213

But when she looked back, she looked back at the dark and abusive eyes of Shangye Li.

With unspeakable complex emotions on his face, he forced Sijia step by step.

"You!" Si Jia reached out and pushed Ye Li, but ye Li moved very fast. He turned quickly and put Si Jia, who had no time to finish speaking, against the wall.

Si Jia exclaimed in surprise. She just wanted to shout for help. Ye Li realized her intention and directly pressed against her lip flap.

Si Jia's heart lifted up and her heart beat like thunder.

"Well..."

Si Jia stared and was frightened by the sudden kiss. Her little hand touched his chest and kept beating him, trying to break free.

But ye Li kissed so tightly that she didn't give Sijia a chance to escape.

Si Jia glanced at a few slightly drunk men who came over and looked at her. Her already reddish face suddenly turned red from her neck to her ears.

She kept struggling and resisting. At the door of the bathroom, she was knocked by the wall.

Her lashes trembled slightly, but she couldn't make it out. Her small mouth was kissed by Ye Li, and her heart was in a frenzy.

About a few minutes later, she felt that she was on the verge of hypoxia. Ye Licai slowly released her, and a playful smile was aroused at the corners of her mouth. It was really hateful.

"Ye Li, you bastard!" Si Jia pushed Ye Li away, and his little hand couldn't wipe his red lips.

"Smelly girl, don't you know if I have kidney deficiency? Do you want to try again, huh?"

"You are... Disgusting!" Si Jia's face became more red and completely lost her previous confidence.

"I'm disgusting. Did you just enjoy it?" Ye Li chuckled.

"Go away, who enjoyed it?" after that, Si Jia didn't want to argue with him and waste time. After all, song bin and her classmates were still in the box. She turned and was about to leave.

Ye Li smiled, waved his long arm, and took Sijia into his arms.

Si Jia's head fell heavily on Ye Li's chest, constantly feeling his strong heartbeat and the hot temperature, and the tip of his heart suddenly shook.

"You let go of me!"

Ye Li buried her head on Si Jia's shoulder, sprayed her quick breath on her smooth and delicate neck, and her long arm tightly surrounded her.

"Not loose, not loose in this life!" Ye Li's voice was unusually gentle, as if to melt Si Jia's heart.

Si Jia's little hand, which had just pounded his back, suddenly stopped. Xuan was in mid air and didn't fall.

The place of the heart is like ten thousand deer galloping forward, which can't be calm for a long time.

Time seems to stand still at this moment.

A moment later, Ye Li whispered in her ear.

"Little girl, don't be angry, will you?"

"Angry, you men don't have good things!" Si Jia's heart is very uncomfortable when he thinks of his brother's indifference to Lao Du and Ye Li's flower heart.

"Jiajia, I'm sincere to you. I'm responsible for you!" Ye Li has never been so attentive to any woman.

Although he saved Si Jia as an antidote that time, he decided to marry her, not only to be responsible for her, but more importantly, he cared about her and loved her.

That strong love has been spreading in his heart, eroding every nerve in him and integrating into the bone marrow.

When Si Jia heard Ye Li say that she should be responsible for her, she suddenly felt depressed and flustered.

Maybe it's a man's self-esteem. He doesn't love her, but he wants to conquer her and let her be her wife willingly.

"Who wants you to be responsible? I've regretted the last time!" Si Jia hissed and exhausted, leaving Ye Li loose his arm and stunned there.

Si Jia can yell at him, cry at him, punch and kick him, but she can't.

There is no doubt that he loves her. How can she regret it?

Ye Li put away the expression that had always been abusive, and there was a surge of sadness at the bottom of his eyes. His heart pulled inexplicably.

The expression on his face instantly became cold, his thin lips slightly opened, but he didn't know what to say?

Seeing ye Li like this, Si Jia turned and went into the bathroom.

She locked the door of the bathroom. Her heart was sour and she had an impulse to cry.

Looking at myself in the mirror, my clean short hair is not feminine.

How can Ye Li's handsome Playboy really like himself? He just wants to be responsible for himself.

She couldn't help sneering, which was full of self mockery.

Who is Si Jia? She can afford to let go. She doesn't need anyone to be responsible for herself. Although he is full of advantages, she is always arrogant. She doesn't like such a person. How about it?

Si Jia washed her face with water, took a deep breath in the mirror, and then stepped out of the bathroom.

When she came out of the bathroom, there was no shadow of Ye Li at the door.

She returned to the private room of KTV.

The female students looked at her curiously.

"Si Jia, why have you been there so long?"

"Yes, what about Mr. Ye? He hasn't come back. He's gone longer than you?"

After listening to her words, Si Jia looked at the position where Ye Li was sitting. It was empty, and a bitter smile came out of the corners of her mouth.

"It doesn't matter. Let's play..." she picked up the microphone and sang.

Song bin sat aside, looked at the little girl and shook his head helplessly.

……

As the night grew deeper and deeper, Gu bingxia kept looking at his mobile phone in the living room of Si's old house.

All day, Si Zeyu didn't send her a message.

Maybe it's because I'm busy.

"Bingxia, the servant cooked dessert. Come and have a bowl."

"Yes, aunt!"

She smiled sweetly and walked towards the kitchen.

Looking at the bowls of tremella and lotus seed soup on the table, Gu bingxia looked at Yuan Xiumei and said:

"I'll call Zhuang Zhuang down to drink!"

"No, I'll ask the servant to bring it to him. The child is not allowed to play in the room. What are you fascinated about?" Yuan Xiumei asked sister-in-law Li.

"Bring this to the young master."

Before sister-in-law Li responded, Gu bingxia hurriedly put the bowl of soup into the tray.

"Aunt, I'll help Zhuang Zhuang carry it up!" she raised her lips and smiled, looking like a good Chinese mother.

Yuan Xiumei thought for a while and felt that it was good to take this opportunity to let Gu bingxia communicate with Zhuang Zhuang.

After all, good things are difficult. Will Gu bingxia move the lovely little guy with her sincerity?

"Then trouble bingxia!"

"What did aunt say? We're going to be a family soon. Why are you polite to me?"

"Yes, yes, family, family." Yuan Xiumei smiled and looked forward to it.

Gu bingxia went to the second floor with a tray.

"Dong Dong..."

She knocked on the door of the strong room.

"Please come in." Zhuang Zhuang was busy building blocks on the ground and shouted without looking up.

"Zhuang Zhuang, aunt brought you dessert. Wash your hands and drink." Gu bingxia bent her eyebrows and looked at the child squatting on the ground.

Zhuang Zhuang thought it was his aunt, father or grandmother who came in. Unexpectedly, it was Gu bingxia.

He looked up, ignored it, lowered his head and continued to put the building blocks to be built.

Gu bingxia felt disgusted like eating a fly in her heart. Why should she keep flattering this little bitch and despise herself.

Yes, it's a little bitch. The child born to a cheap woman is not a little bitch. What is it?

Her eyes glared fiercely at her. Unexpectedly, the child's life was so hard that he narrowly escaped from attacking him many times. Now Gu bingxia wants to have the impulse to come forward and strangle him.

When Zhuang Zhuang saw Gu bingxia Leng standing still, he raised his eyes and looked at her.

A face different from usual, his eyes suddenly looked at him, as if with unspeakable hatred, like the vicious witch in fairy tales, with a strong heart.

Gu bingxia looked at herself in surprise when she saw Zhuang Zhuang. She felt that her mood was out of control. She immediately changed her face and squeezed out a smile.

"Strong and good, wash your hands, eat something and play?"

"Aunt, I won't eat, thank you. You can go out!" Zhuang Zhuang didn't want to pay attention to her, but he said politely when he remembered what his mother usually taught him.

Gu bingxia smiled and put the tray on his uncle's table.

"Did you build all these blocks?"

Zhuang Zhuang nodded.

"Zhuang Zhuang, you're great. This building block is going to be strong and tall?" Gu bingxia kept flattering him with a hypocritical look.

Zhuang Zhuang didn't seem to like Gu bingxia's flattery. He just smiled, didn't speak, and continued to build blocks.

Gu bingxia saw Zhuang Zhuang's indifference, but it didn't matter. Anyway, there was no one else now. She didn't have to pretend to be so tired.

Anyway, let the child drink the porridge. Even if she completes the task, Yuan Xiumei will think that she has a deeper relationship with Zhuang Zhuang, which can more stabilize her position in the company.

After all, now this little bitch's position in the family is very important.

Just as Gu bingxia was about to bring out the bowl of tremella lotus seed porridge from the tray, he saw the picture on the small desk.

She was stunned.

The woman in this painting is eight times like Du Qiuyi. She looks at herself like a starry sky, as if laughing at her. Gu bingxia's eyes gradually become cold and angry.

She put down the soup in her hand, picked up the picture and watched it carefully.

The anger at the bottom of my eyes is unspeakable. I just please this little bitch. This little bitch still doesn't forget that cheap woman.

By what? By what? Her heart roared and her mood was almost out of control.

Zhuang Zhuang saw Gu bingxia holding his mother's portrait. His eyes showed ferocity. He suddenly got up and walked to Gu bingxia.

"Aunt Gu, please don't touch my things!"

"Ha ha!" Gu bingxia sneered.

"Did you draw this picture?"

Looking at Gu bingxia's appearance, his strong little body shook.

"I drew it. Would you please give it back to me?"

"Give it back to you, OK, take it yourself!" Gu bingxia raised her arm, and the picture was raised high.