Chapter 182
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The dim streetlights shone through the car window.
Both of them parted as soon as they touched.
Ning Meng stared at the man with her bright eyes.
She wanted to say something, but before she could open her mouth, the man suddenly leaned over.
Ning Meng's body tensed up. She felt as if her heart was about to jump out of her chest. She clenched her fists nervously, trembling slightly.
This kind of throbbing was mixed with shyness and anticipation …
But at this ambiguous moment, the phone unknowingly rang with a text message.
"…"
She quickly sat up straight, her face burning hot.
She sneaked a peek at Huo Beichen. He was suppressing something in his eyes. His Adam's apple bobbed a few times, but when his gaze landed on her phone, he quickly restrained himself and turned cold. "Hmph."
Ning Meng lowered her head and saw that Lin Qingbei had sent her a WeChat message: [Have you reached home yet?]
"…"
She did not reply to the message, and hurriedly told the man about Liu Ying's popularity, then said: "He did this to divert the heat, I already told him clearly, it's impossible between me and him."
After saying this, she unlocked her phone and replied the message in front of the man.
Ning Meng: [Not yet. I'm with my husband.]
After replying to the message, she looked at Huo Beichen, waiting for him to calm down.
Huo Beichen snorted coldly, showing his disdain.
He turned his head and looked out of the car window. "Those people on Weibo are asking you to be together."
When he said this in a low voice, there was a hint of grievance in it.
Ning Meng quickly logged into her main Weibo account: Comic Artist Lemon.
Sure enough, someone had already searched for her. Her fan points had also increased by 100,000 because of this incident.
There were even private messages asking if she was Lin Qingbei's girlfriend.
Ning Meng ignored them and went back to the main page to post a Weibo post.
Comic Artist Lemon: I'm married. Thank you.
After sending the message, she showed it to Huo Beichen. Only then was he satisfied and reached out his hand to rub her head again.
"Hey, don't do this. My hair is messed up."
Ning Meng untied her hair and shook her head. Her silky hair cascaded down her shoulders. "You can't touch my head like that. I'm not Xiao Tiantian."
The man's breath quickened.
He chuckled and lowered his eyes.
She had once said the same thing.
Later, when he wanted to touch her head, she was no longer there …
Seeing that the man was no longer angry, Ning Meng heaved a sigh of relief.
At this time, Zhen Shanmei, who had just gotten out of the car, sent a message: [Are you still alive?]
Ning Meng smiled and replied: [Hehe, ah, you can't help but be flattered. A pig's beauty, a pig's intelligence, a pig's literacy, a pig's literacy, a pig's literacy, a pig's literacy, a pig's literacy, a pig's literacy, a pig's literacy.]
Zhen Shanmei: [?]
Ning Meng: [Read it backwards.]
When the man looked at his phone, Lin Qingbei had replied as well.
In order to prove her innocence, Ning Meng opened the message in front of the man. "He must be here to explain and apologize. There's really nothing going on between us."
The next moment, he saw —
Lin Qingbei: [Ning Meng, my confession tonight is sincere. You've told me before that you and your husband have never consummated our marriage. So, are you talking about divorce now?]
"??"
She didn't look up, but she heard the man gnash his teeth and say, "Don't we have sex?"
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