Chapter 11
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Huo Beichen exerted some force and Ning Meng was dragged to his side.
"Let go of her!"
Du Ruo shouted. Just when he was about to rush toward Huo Beichen, he was stopped by Qi Shan.
Qi Shan stared at the man who had cheated on his boss. He rubbed his wrist and pulled Du Ruo aside. "Come, let's talk about life and dreams …"
Ning Meng watched as Qi Shan dragged Du Ruo to the back of the billboard like a little chick. Then, Du Ruo's screams and the sound of fists hitting her body could be heard.
Ning Meng could not help but tremble.
Why was he so direct?
She gulped and looked at Huo Beichen.
The man was expressionless, but the way he looked at her was as if he was looking at a dead person.
Ning Meng's heart skipped a beat. "Hubby, listen to me. You are my idol and my savior. I will never fall for him! Moreover, Du Ruo's body is as weak as a chicken. How can he be compared to you? "
Seeing that he did not change his expression, Ning Meng continued. "Domineering? Vigorous like a dragon and fierce like a tiger? And … and … "
What else?!
She had used all the idioms she could think of. Why did her flattery not work this time?
While she was racking her brain to think of words to compliment him, the man suddenly pulled her to the side.
"???"
Ahhhhh …
According to the books, Huo Beichen was a ruthless killer. Was he going to find a corner and kill her?! Her life was worthless!
"Hubby, let's talk this out. A gentleman uses his mouth, not his fists! For a handsome, talented, elegant, and cultured Prince Charming like you, you will surely be tolerant and tolerant towards an insignificant person like me, right? Killing me would dirty your jade hands, wouldn't it … "
"Shut up." The man could not take it anymore and said coldly.
"…"
Ning Meng obediently kept her mouth shut. She then realized that the man had brought her to the washbasin?
Huo Beichen threw her onto the washbasin, his tall body pressing down on her so that she could not move. Then, he poured a bottle of hand sanitizer on her hand, turned on the tap, and started to rub her hand.
"???"
She turned her head and could clearly see the man's cold side profile.
His high nose bridge, tightened jaw, and pursed lips were all evidence of his anger. Ning Meng did not even dare to breathe.
The way he washed his hands was especially serious, rough but meticulous, not letting go of any of his finger joints.
But the more he washed, the harder he used, wishing he could scrub off a layer of skin from her hand.
Ning Meng was in so much pain that she wanted to pull her hand back, but the man held it tightly and she could not break free. Tears welled up in her eyes as she screamed, "Ouch, ouch, ouch …"
As soon as these words came out, the man's tyrannical emotions surged out like a roaring flood!
He stopped washing his hands and held Ning Meng's chin, forcing her to look into his eyes.
"Ning Meng, have you forgotten the promise you made to me?" The man's eyes were filled with ruthlessness. "Ning Meng, have you forgotten our promise?"
Ning Meng could feel all the blood in her body rushing to her brain, causing her mind to go blank.
What oath?
She hadn't completely digested the memories of her original body, so she couldn't remember this at all.
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