Reborn Meow Wife: Husband, don't be too flirtatious

"Time-"

The man's black eyes were thinner and cooler than the night, and there seemed to be a terrifying storm brewing in his eyes.

The air around him seemed to drop several degrees all of a sudden!
Seeing the second from the left not far away, he couldn't help but gasped.

Idol!How dare you beat Bo Shao! !I'm dying, right? !
Shi Mianmian shrank her neck guiltily, her big eyes wandered around, but she didn't dare to look at him.

With Bao Hanye's status, plus he is not so possessive of her yet, and she hit him...

The consequences must be dire!

"Well, I didn't do it on purpose, who told you to pinch me and don't stop."

The girl's pink lips were slightly pursed, the corners of her eyes were drooping, and her sweet and soft voice carried the meaning of wronged Bala.

He spoke outright words, but was terrified in his heart.

It's really like a little milk cat flapping its little paws in a bravado.

The milk is fierce and the milk is fierce, easily making his anger disappear completely.

"Crossing the river and demolishing bridges, hitting people by mistake, is this how you treat your benefactor?"

The man's voice is low and magnetic, so pleasant that it can make the ears pregnant.

Shi Mianmian drooped her head and muttered in a low voice, "Who asked you to help, it's not like I can't figure it out..."

Bao Hanye's hearing was superb, and after hearing it, his face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.

"So, I'm meddling?"

The cold voice showed his unpredictability.

Shi Mianmian's eyelashes trembled, and she remained silent.

Inexplicably, she felt a little cowardly in her appearance.

No, it's very cowardly!
She should reinvigorate his wife, ah bah, what a mess, let him see her extraordinary ability in the previous life!

When Shi Mianmian straightened her chest, she realized that the other party had already left...

Suddenly, Bao Hanye turned his head, his eyes dimmed, "You like Jin Liang? What a bad eye!"

Sometimes the colorful hair is messy in the wind.

No, does my vision have something to do with you? !

She was about to turn around when a gentle and warm voice sounded like a spring breeze from behind her, "Mianmian, why did Young Master Bo leave so quickly? Didn't you guys talk a little longer? Didn't he say he would send you back? Hey, Yun The project in the city..."

"I'm tired and I want to go home."

Hearing this, Shi Wei's face suddenly darkened.

He wanted to show off the majesty of a patriarch, but he held back and pretended to be a loving father, "Take a rest when you're tired, and I'll ask the driver to take you back."

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"Master, you seem to treat Miss Shi's family very differently." The second from the left asked suspiciously.

Bo Hanye raised the corners of his lips, and twirled his fingers, as if he was savoring the touch.

"Don't you think she looks like the pet I used to have?"

The second from the left is terrified.

Mrs. Bo once gave Bo Hanye a Persian cat with beautiful white hair. Bo Hanye loved it very much. No matter what he did, he liked to take the cat with him. He took care of everything about the cat and never let others touch it.

One day, a visitor came to the house, and the children liked the cat very much, so Mrs. Bo disregarded his wishes and gave the cat to other children to play with.

As a result, Bao Hanye abandoned the cat, and watched the cat he once loved starve to death...

Since then, the cat has become his taboo.

The young master will not transfer the terrible possessive desire for cats to Miss Shi, will he?
The second from the left thought carefully and was terrified!
After returning home, Shi Mianmian went to bed early.

In her sleep, she was uncontrollably trapped in a castle made of ice sculptures.

Every part of the castle is carved lifelike.

It was cold all around.

She walked aimlessly around.

Suddenly, Shi Mianmian saw an ice coffin, walked in and saw that the person lying inside was her!

At this moment, there was a sound of familiar footsteps.

Bao Hanye's facial features are as deep and three-dimensional as a chiseled knife, his facial features are still impeccable, but there is more lingering vicissitudes and depression in his eyebrows and eyes.

He didn't have half of the unruly and domineering appearance in the past!
"Mianmian, Mianmian..."

The man lifted the ice coffin, put his face on it, and shouted again and again.

That mournful voice was indescribably sore.