Mr. Zhou’s Little Cutie

Zhou Beicheng raised his eyes to meet her gaze: How dare you!

Then he leaned over and bit her lip viciously.

After sitting down, I started the car, kicked the accelerator to the end, and the car drove away.

...

Looking at the unfamiliar road, he turned his head to look at the person with a bad face.

Forget it.

Meng Yutang simply didn't ask any questions.

When the car stopped in front of a house, Meng Yutang noticed two red double happiness stickers on both sides of the huge door.

? ? ?

The door was opened, and Zhou Beicheng drove the car in without any hindrance.

After the car was parked, he got out of the car, took his schoolbag, and came to open the door for her.

Meng Yutang was still a little confused.

She knew that Zhou Beicheng had a lot of real estate, but she never knew that he also had a castle?

He raised his hand and put it in his palm, and was dragged up the stairs by him. The door was pushed open, and servants in uniforms were busy all around.

Sir, madam.

Meals are already being prepared.

Zhou Beicheng nodded slightly: Let's all go down.

Then he pulled Meng Yutang in, put his schoolbag on the sofa and looked at her.

Meng Yutang glanced at the clean and gorgeous decoration.

Mr. Zhou, if I remember correctly, aren't we not married yet?

The lady screamed as if she had screamed a thousand times.

You have another wife?

Zhou Beicheng angrily raised his hand and knocked her on the head.

Mrs. Zhou can only be you.

Zhou Beicheng sat down and pulled her to sit on his lap.

He raised his hand to hold her hand, gently rubbing the ring on her finger with his fingertips.

Mrs. Zhou, I remember correctly, you are already my fiancee.

Meng Yutang: ...

Could you please stop calling that.

Zhou Beicheng raised his eyebrows dangerously: Don't like it?

Meng Yutang: No, it's just that there is an illusion that we are married.

Then there is. After all, you will marry me in a few months.

Zhou Beicheng looked at her: Could it be that you really want to go back on your word? Hmm?

Meng Yutang looked at him and laughed a little.

Uncle Zhou, are you jealous?

Zhou Beicheng raised his hand and pulled the schoolbag over, took out a few letters from it, opened them and handed them to her.

Just read it,

Meng Yutang:?

Zhou Beicheng looked at her: You read it, after reading it, tell me if I should be jealous.

Meng Yutang turned his eyes to look at the letter.

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Ashamed?

Meng Yutang nodded.

Children nowadays are so...will they?

If you feel ashamed, you will pay!

He raised his hand to pinch her face.

I didn't. They stuffed it in by themselves. I didn't know it. I just forgot to throw it away.

Meng Yutang put his arms around his neck, looked at him and smiled.

Uncle Zhou, it's cute that you're jealous.

Zhou Beicheng's heart suddenly softened, he raised his hand to hold her in his arms and sighed.

Don't leave me, I'm going crazy.

Meng Yutang was startled, and raised his hand to hug him tightly.

What are you afraid of? I will only be Mrs. Zhou in this life.

Zhou Beicheng's heart was soft, and he kissed her neck from the side. Meng Yutang felt a little itchy and couldn't help but hide for a while.

...

Sensing something, Ms. Meng quickly hugged and comforted her.

Uncle Zhou, I love you so much.

She kissed the corner of his lips, and spoke in a low, coaxing voice.

Zhou Beicheng raised his hand to hold the back of her head, and fell a deep kiss on her lips...

Like it?

I don't know how long it took for him to let go, and asked in a hoarse voice.

Meng Yutang was still a little dazed, his ears flushed.