Stop There, Daddy

When he put the woman in the passenger seat, He Siming could not help but roar at her, “You’re a woman who doesn’t have a brain!” I’ve been schemed once, but I don’t know how to be careful!

“How would I have known that she would be like this?” Wen Shuyue was already feeling upset, but now she was scolded again, so she couldn’t mention how wronged she was. Her eyes were red, and she stubbornly retorted with tears in her eyes, “What’s more, what does my matter have to do with you?! I don’t need you to care!

As she said this, she struggled to get out of He Siming’s car, but when she moved, she grinned in pain!

“Hiss!” Her eyebrows furrowed and she said in her heart, “You must never participate in any activities again.”

Seeing that she was about to get out of the car, He Siming instantly locked the car door. He pressed her back into the car and buckled her with his seatbelt.

Then he drove away coldly.

When Zhang Sao saw Wen Shuyue in a sorry state being carried back by He Siming, she quickly went up to ask, “Sir, what’s wrong?” How did Madam end up like this?

When she heard Zhang Sao’s worried voice, Wen Shuyue, who was still angry with He Siming, leaned over and said softly, “Zhang Sao, I’m fine. You don’t have to worry.”

As soon as she finished speaking, He Siming stopped and glanced at Zhang Sao who was nervous. His frosty expression softened a little and he ordered her, “Zhang Sao, bring the first aid kit into the bedroom.”

“Alright,” Zhang Sao replied behind her.

He Siming put him on the bed as much as he could, then turned around and walked to the bathroom.

After a while, Wen Shuyue heard the sound of water coming from inside. She instantly understood that the damned man hated her, so he went to take a shower.

Wen Shuyue pouted discontentedly. She felt that he was gentle just now.

“Dong dong!”

Zhang Sao knocked on the door, then pushed the door open and walked in. She lowered her head and greeted her, “Madam.”

She put the first aid kit on the table and left. She didn’t forget to tell Wen Shuyue to have a good rest.

Wen Shuyue knew that Zhang Sao really cared about her, so she smiled at her and said, “Thank you, Zhang Sao.”

Not long after Zhang Sao left, He Siming came out of the bathroom. He wore a casual and comfortable pajamas and walked over to Wen Shuyue to get the first aid kit on the table.

He squatted in front of Wen Shuyue and picked up her evening gown. Wen Shuyue subconsciously blocked it with her hands but was stopped by He Siming.

“…”

His voice was be poker-faced, but Wen Shuyue was silent.

Her fair legs were exposed in the air, but the top was now covered with bruises and bruises.

Wen Shuyue was stared at by him and her face was red like a ripe apple. She stammered, “You, can you, stop watching?”

Hearing this, He Siming raised his head and met her red eyes. “Are you crying?”

“Ah?” Wen Shuyue didn’t expect the topic to change so quickly. She also remembered that she had lost interest in crying in his car and quickly denied, “No, no.”

He Siming raised his eyebrows and didn’t say anything else. He straightened up and said indifferently, “Take off your clothes.”

Wen Shuyue was completely dumbfounded. She hugged herself tightly and looked at him nervously, “You, what are you doing?”

The moment she said that, He Siming bent over in the allowing no explanation. A large shadow covered her head and she couldn’t help breathing.

The next second, “Stabbing!”

Her clothes fell on the bed and her smooth skin was completely exposed to the air. She was so frightened that she quickly protected her chest.

He Siming ignored her frightened expression and slowly approached.

Wen Shuyue closed her eyes and quietly gritted her teeth. She thought, “If he is one step closer, she will… she will bite her tongue!”

“Hiss.”

Just as she was in a daze, a cold sensation came from her back. She opened her eyes and saw the man holding a cotton swab in one hand and taking medicine for damage.

Eh… was embarrassed.

Wen Shuyue watched He Siming carefully apply medicine for her and thought about her dirty thoughts. She wanted to find a hole to get in.

She wasn’t sure if He Siming did it on purpose, but Wen Shuyue felt that the process was so long that she was numb.

After finishing applying his ankle, He Siming got up to clean up the medicine and said to her in a commom; cynical, “You, take your clothes off the bed.”

Wen Shuyue looked down at herself and looked at the man with disdain. She pouted and said in her heart, “What a freak.”Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

She got out of bed and put on her clothes. Seeing that the man was playing with his phone, she thought about not greeting him and sneak out. At this moment, He Siming stopped her.

“Ah?” Wen Shuyue looked back. “What’s the matter?”

“To meet a friend.”

“Now?” Wen Shuyue asked with uncertainty.

It was already past ten o’clock in the evening. Was he sure he was going to see a friend now? What kind of friend is this, the kind of bed? Then, why did he bring her?

In her heart, she silently thought of countless possibilities. The only thing she did not expect was that this friend would be a handsome man with a monstrous face.

She glanced at He Siming who “kidnapped” her and saw that the person was as cold as before, not the joy of seeing a friend.

Suddenly, He Siming looked at her and quickly pulled the corner of her mouth. She smiled, “Hehe.”

He Siming gave her a look of contempt.

Then, he and the handsome man of mixed blood started a fair-level conversation. Right, the gods were at the gods. Wen Shuyue thought that she had been abroad for so long, so she could still speak English, but why didn’t she understand what they said?

Fortunately, the handsome guy was a good person. Seeing her being embarrassed, he took the initiative to help her out. “Hey, SMing, who is this?”

He Siming took a sip of his glass and said without giving Wen Shuyue a look, “My wife.”

“Wow!” SMing, you can, “Zhong He Xuan patted his shoulder and looked at Wen Shuyue mockingly.

Wen Shuyue understood this sentence and was a little shy, but on the surface, she still looked gentle and generous.

She smiled at the handsome guy.

He Siming looked like he had eyes on the left side of his face as he threw a glance at him. Wen Shuyue instantly retracted her smile.

Only then did He Siming turn to Zhong He Xuan and ask him, “How long have you been back this time?”

“Mmm…” He thought about it and said, “It’ll take a long time. I’m not sure about the specifics.”