The Monster President is going crazy again

The girl's small hand shook the man's big hand again and again. The man shook her hand away, but the girl grabbed it again and begged, "Don't sell me."

There were tears in his big eyes, and his voice was soft, trembling, and aggrieved.

"Don't touch it."

The man glanced at the girl, and the girl saw that her hand was covering his thigh without knowing why, and she instantly dodged as if she had been electrocuted.

"You were the one who left me first." The girl hung her head, feeling aggrieved.

To the man, it meant that he was the one who left her first and she didn't want to run away.

Ye Yan tilted his head to look at the girl and saw that she had a scrape on her knee and the blood had dried. It was true that he had been a bit too rough when he pushed her out of the car.

"get off--"

The man's thin lips moved slightly and he raised his chin.

The girl grabbed the seat belt and shook her head desperately: "I don't want to get off the car, I don't want to go, no."

Ye Yan found her silly look hilarious. She had the guts to call the police to arrest him and even scold him. It made him angry just thinking about it.

He threatened: "Are you still scolding me?"

"No more scolding." The girl replied tremblingly.

"I don't believe it!" the man said sharply, "Get out of the car."

The girl kept yelling "don't get out of the car" and kept repeating it. The man got annoyed, so he opened the car door, got out, walked around to the passenger seat, opened the door, grabbed the girl's arm and pulled her out.

She was still holding on to the bag, and the man felt that the bag was in the way, so he snatched it away and threw it into the car, then closed the door.

The girl felt that the situation was serious. He didn't seem to be joking and was really going to take her away.

"I don't want to go. Don't sell me. I don't want to leave. I was wrong. I won't dare to scold you anymore. I won't run away anymore..."

She said a lot of things, but the man didn't care and just kept pulling her away. The two of them pulling each other in the street were very eye-catching and attracted a lot of onlookers.

"Help, help, he kidnapped me and wants to sell me."

The man quickly covered her mouth and stared at her, "What are you yelling about?"

Ye Yan tilted his head and motioned her to look over there.

The girl looked up.

Sweet Baking.

There was a model of a large cake in the store window.

What does that mean? The girl didn't understand. Was he going to buy a cake?

The girl's nervous heart relaxed, and Ye Yan finally let go of her mouth.

The man looked at the girl, tears in his eyes and his body twitching.

"Have you cried enough? If you have, wipe your tears. You are such a loser."

He made her cry and then laughed at her.

The girl sniffed and wiped her tears.

Ye Yan then took her wrist and walked into the bakery.

Perhaps the clerk had never seen such a handsome mixed-race man, he stood there stunned, his eyes wide open, and forgot to say hello for a moment.

The man stood in front of the cupboard with cakes and asked, "Which kind of cake do you want?"

"Is it your birthday today?"

The girl looked up at him blankly, as if he was pleasing to the eye from any angle. She stood there without saying a word, as if he came out of a cartoon.

As soon as the girl asked the question, the man's face turned unpleasant.

The man said calmly: "I don't celebrate my birthday."

What does it mean to not celebrate birthdays? Before the girl could react, the man said angrily:

"You're so stupid, whose birthday is March 3th?"

The girl thought about it and then remembered that today was her birthday.

The girl looked at the man with a questioning look on her face. How did he know that today was her birthday?

The man saw his doubts and did not explain.