Mr. Zhou’s Little Cutie

She came over suddenly, her expression serious and serious.

He held his cheek with both hands and moved it to see the bruise on his face.

She frowned, and her eyes suddenly met his: It seems that there is congestion, I'm not very good at dealing with this, or go to the hospital.

As he spoke, he stared carefully, as if it was really serious.

Zhou Beicheng couldn't help laughing, took her hand off and held it in his palm.

It's okay, it's just a bruise, it will be fine in a few days.

Meng Yutang looked at him and nodded, but didn't speak any more.

Zhou Beicheng scanned her body, seeing that she was still wearing only her school uniform, she couldn't help frowning: It's almost winter, wear more.

Meng Yutang looked up at him and suddenly smiled.

You mean to say me?

He was wearing thin pajamas, the neckline was even open to expose his collarbone and chest.

Zhou Beicheng looked down, and only then did he realize that his neckline had been ripped like this.

He lifted it up quite naturally and casually, then turned his head to look at Meng Yutang's angry eyes and said, I have a high temperature.

Meng Yutang: ...

She had indeed noticed this too, when Zhou Beicheng held her hand, she could clearly feel that his hand was extremely warm every time, just like now...

Now! and many more!

downcast...

When did he hold my hand!

When he looked up again, he suddenly moved closer and hugged her.

...

If you don't believe me, you can verify it.

...

Meng Yutang took a deep breath and clearly heard Zhou Beicheng's low laughter.

She suddenly raised her arms and hugged him back, pressing her hands tightly against his back, as if she was really feeling his warmth.

Zhou Beicheng's whole body froze.

Meng Yutang curled his lips in satisfaction, and said in a nonchalant manner: It's really quite tall.

...

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When Meng Yutang came back, Meng Ling and the others had already returned from the hospital, and they were all standing at the school gate waiting for her.

Why are you standing here?

She waved her hand casually towards Zhou Beicheng, then turned to look at Meng Ling and the others.

Meng Ling quickly dragged Meng Yutang into the school.

Sister! You don't want him to be my brother-in-law, do you?

It looks fierce and cold.

Meng Yutang raised his eyebrows and looked at him: Don't like it?

Meng Ling nodded and shook his head.

It looks fierce, will it hit you in the future, don't want it.

Meng Yutang looked at him amusedly.

Beat her? Then you have to beat her.

Okay, don't just don't.

Meng Ling was stunned: No, and I don't have to listen to me. If you really like it, be my brother-in-law, then be my brother-in-law. The most important thing is that you like it.

Meng Yutang smiled at his awkward look: Don't worry, he won't like me.

A group of people in Meng Ling looked at Meng Yutang and found it inconceivable.

Are you sure? It seems that I really like it!

Meng Yutang ignored them and turned around to go back to the dormitory. She had something to confirm.

When she looked at Zhou Beicheng's ankle just now, what she really saw was a red crescent-shaped imprint a little above the wound on her ankle, a very small and shallow imprint, but she clearly remembered that the boy she met when she was a child, There is also such a shallow mark on the ankle.

Although it was very dark at that time, she still saw and remembered the mark clearly under the moonlight.

Some things are slowly taking shape in my mind, and now I have to make a final confirmation.

Put 1.2 million hearts on it, and you will never abuse it!