I was spoiled after marrying a wealthy man

Yu Qingqing's face turned red, and she twisted her body, trying to get off Bei Minglin's lap.

"If you don't want to repeat the pain of that day, just be good to me."

Bei Minglin's cold voice was a bit muddy, and his eyes were dark.

"..."

Yu Qingqing really didn't dare to move.

Because underneath me...

Yu Qingqing looked at Bei Minglin with a troubled expression. She couldn't sit on his lap all the time, "Then..."

"boom!"

As soon as Yu Qingqing opened her mouth, she was thrown aside by Bei Minglin, and her head hit the car body hard.

However, it didn't hurt very much, because Bei Minglin's car was relatively high-end and the body was covered with thick leather.

inside the car.

It was so quiet that even the sound of breathing seemed too noisy.

"He likes you."

"what?"

Yu Qingqing looked at Bei Minglin blankly, his words came too late.

"That man just now." Bei Minglin said again.

"Oh." Only then did Yu Qingqing realize that Bei Minglin was talking about Zhou Chenkai, "When I was in school, he chased me, and now..."

"do you like him?"

"I……"

"I can let him marry you." Bei Minglin looked serious. It didn't look like he was joking. He seemed to be afraid that Yu Qingqing wouldn't believe it. He added, "In Jiangcheng, no matter which man I let marry you, I still have that one." Strong."

"...I don't want to marry him."

Many years ago, Yu Qingqing knew that there was a huge difference in status between her and Bei Minglin. Even if she gave birth to a child for Bei Minglin, he would not be able to marry her.

But now when she heard those words coming out of his mouth, Yu Qingqing's heart felt like a knot in her mouth, so astringent that it hurt.

"Do you not want to or are you embarrassed?"

Bei Minglin's tone was cold and he didn't believe Qingqing's words at all.

"Whether or not I marry, or who I marry, is none of your business?"

Yu Qingqing suddenly leaned forward and glared at Bei Minlin.

When Bei Minglin lowered his head, he could see Yu Qingqing's entire face, and his doubtful eyes searched her face.

Probably because she was too angry, Feng Ying's cherry-red lips trembled slightly, the light spots reflected on her lips swayed slightly, and the light in her eyes fluctuated even more, as if she was trying hard to suppress a certain emotion. .

The whole little face was covered with sadness.

His heart tightened inexplicably, and what he said was completely different from what he originally wanted to say, "Did it really hurt you back then?"

"……what?"

Yu Qingqing was completely confused.

In fact, Bei Minglin was also confused. He didn't even know how he could ask such a question.

Now that the question has been asked, let's continue asking. He gently picked up Yu Qingqing's hair that was scattered in front of her forehead.

His tone was low and seductive, "Or maybe you remember something else besides the pain."

"What, nowhere."

Bei Minglin's words were like mountain fire, making Yu Qingqing blush and heat up, and she hurriedly backed away from Bei Minglin.

It passed by with great vigor, but retreated dejectedly.

That night, Yu Qingqing was drugged. In that case, she could not only have pain, but also...

"My face is so red, it looks like there's more than just pain."

Bei Minglin's thin lips curled up slightly, smiling evilly.

"Yes, no."

Yu Qingqing was stuttered by Bei Minglin, her heartbeat accelerated, and her whole body felt uncomfortably hot.

Compared to Yu Qingqing's chaos, Bei Minglin looked calm and calm, feeling that what just happened was just Yu Qingqing's business alone.

While Yu Qingqing was covering her left chest with her hand, trying to calm herself down, Bei Minglin had already opened her laptop and started working comfortably.

The memory of that low-pitched sound in his mind was not his illusion, it was real.

The car was moving forward, and it was very quiet inside. There was only the small clicking sound of Bei Minglin's fingers tapping the keyboard.

Yu Qingqing leaned against the car window. The alcohol had not completely subsided, and her head was a little heavy. Listening to the rhythmic clicking sound of the keyboard, she began to feel drowsy.

Not long after, the car drove into the second floor of AM.

As soon as the car stopped, Ren Sen got out of the car. He opened the door and saw Yu Qingqing sleeping soundly. He was about to wake her up, but Bei Minglin waved her hand and told him to step back.

Yu Qingqing slept so deeply that she didn't wake up even when Bei Minglin carried her out of the car and then entered the glass house.

"Qingqing!"

Yangyang, who heard the movement, came up to him and saw Yu Qingqing in Bei Minglin's arms, so he immediately stopped the car.

He looked at Bei Minglin and then at Yu Qingqing in his arms.

"What's wrong, Qingqing? Why are you carrying the big ice cube back?"

Bei Minglin glared at Yangyang coldly.

"Call Dad."

This brat, except when Yu Qingqing was awake, called him daddy, the rest of the time, he screamed like a big ice cube.

He has no paternal authority at all.

"But you haven't told me yet, what's wrong with Qingqing?"

Yang Yang still didn't call him daddy, and Bei Minlin's paternal authority was just ignored by him.

Bei Minlin glared at Yangyang and walked past him.

Although this woman was not heavy, she always felt uncomfortable in his arms.

Bei Minglin hugged Yu Qingqing and walked to her room, with Yangyang following closely behind.

When they arrived at the house, Yangyang immediately ran ahead of Bei Minglin and lifted the quilt off the bed in advance.

"Ice cube, my Qingqing is soft and fragrant. Is it comfortable to hold her?"

When Bei Minglin put Yu Qingqing on the bed, Yangyang suddenly asked him. Bei Minglin paused slightly when he put Yu Qingqing down. He raised his head and glanced at Yangyang. He wanted to say something in his heart, but in the end he didn't say anything. , because he really couldn't find the words to reply to Yangyang.

Because Yu Qingqing's body is indeed soft and fragrant.

He loves it.

Faint.

Like a lily that just bloomed.

Fresh and pure.

Bei Minglin bent down and continued the action of letting Yu Qingqing go.

"Big Ice Cube, please slow down, are you so willing to let people go?"

Bei Minglin was so frightened that he stopped, and it took him a while to realize that the person who had just yelled at him was his five-year-old son.

"You are clumsy, can you take care of others?"

Yangyang didn't notice Bei Minglin's dark face. His thoughts were all on Qingqing now.

"You can?"

Bei Minglin's voice seemed to penetrate from the cracks in the ice.

"of course."

Yangyang was right and confident. He really didn't lie. In the last two years before Yu's mother passed away, Yu Qingqing had to go to work, so Yangyang took care of her most of the time.

"Don't be stunned, I will teach you." Yangyang said.

"..."

Bei Minglin stared at Yangyang blankly, his eyes full of questions about what you should do and what I should do.

"Yes, that's right." Yangyang nodded, "I do it, you learn."

"..."

At this moment, the eldest son of the Beiming family and the new chairman of the Beiming Group felt that his world was fantasy. Otherwise, why would a five-year-old kid dare to confront him and order him to follow him?

"Hurry up, you don't feel comfortable like this."