Chapter 221 Misunderstanding

Ye Xiulan was like a frightened rabbit, stammering about the good things she had done.

After all, he was young and his moral sense was above average. After his passion faded, a sense of uneasiness came over him.

Although that woman was annoying, she was indeed a pregnant woman. I was so angry at the time that I and Mingzhu pinned her to the ground and beat her for two minutes. I hope that the Sixth Concubine will not be hurt by the beating, right?

"Brother Lin, what if something happens to that woman? I was so angry at the time that I forgot she was pregnant."

"But, she was the one who scolded me first, and she was the one who hit me first. She was the one who started the trouble first. I didn't mean to hit her."

"Brother Lin, did I cause you any trouble?"

Ye Lin's face showed no emotion. He listened to her quietly until she finished speaking. In the middle of the conversation, he raised his hand and picked out the noodles stuck in her hair one by one.

Seeing Ye Lin didn't speak, Ye Xiulan thought he was angry, and carefully raised her eyelids to observe his expression.

Then, nothing came out.

"Brother Lin, are you angry?"

"Not angry."

Holding his breath, Ye Lin picked up the last piece of spaghetti before he dared to open his mouth to breathe, otherwise he would not be able to bring himself to touch the greasy big head.

He glanced at the oil-stained fingertips with disdain, put them behind his back, and the number one lackey Ah Hui immediately took out a silk scarf to help the young master wipe his claws.

I don't know where he took out a small bottle of cleaning spray from, but he started washing, cutting and blow-drying his two fingers.

Feel the freshness restored to your fingertips.

Ye Lin finally felt like continuing to speak, "You only felt scared after the fight?"

"Look at your partner. Learn from his mental toughness. Don't get so freaked out by the smallest things."

"What is quality?"

Ye Xiulan followed Ye Lin's gaze and looked to the other end of the stairs.

Her fighting partner just now, Miss Ming,

She was half lying on the stone steps with her legs crossed, swinging her feet leisurely. Her high heels, which could kill people, were thrown randomly to the side.

The gray fur coat on his body, which was shiny and sleek and cost more than a thousand dollars, was now used by its owner as a newspaper, as a cushion under his butt.

Holding a piece of beef pizza from the cafe, he hummed an English song and swayed his head while enjoying the meal.

It seems that this is not the entrance of the hospital, but some central square.

Obviously, she was very happy.

This is quality,

"Uh, isn't this crazy girl afraid that Boss Ming will beat her up?"

Ye Lin casually replied,

"Maybe she's waiting for praise."

"Praise whom? She beat up her own stepmother, and who would praise her?"

Perhaps it was because Ye Xiulan stared too closely at him with doubtful eyes.

The triumphant Miss Ming felt a chill on her back. She swallowed the pizza crust in her mouth and looked back.

The next second, the dangling feet stopped in the air.

Mingzhu quickly wiped the grease from the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand, put on her shoes and stood up with a slightly awkward look, as if she wanted to come over and say hello to Ye Lin.

He trotted forward, his tone a little proud.

"Mr. Ye, you're here. I wasn't the one who beat your sister today. You have to go and settle the score with the old man."

Mingzhu's little cotton-padded jacket was leaking everywhere, and she sold out her own father as soon as she came.

He was so frank that Ye Lin couldn't respond.

"Boss Ming is here?"

"I'm coming, I just went up to look for that bitch, that woman, on the third floor."

Mingzhu nodded vigorously, wishing she could lead Ye Lin the way.

Ye Lin glanced at the hospital gate with his narrow eyelids, bent down and picked up the bag that Ye Xiulan had thrown on the ground, without any intention of going in.

"I won't be going up. Please tell Boss Ming that he can handle this matter himself."

"Ah, okay, okay. Take care, Mr. Ye."

The excited little face instantly sank, and Mingzhu watched Ye Lin and Ye Xiulan leave like a deflated ball.

What a pity. She thought Mr. Ye would beat the little bitch up again, but why did he leave so soon?

After seeing the Ye family's car drive away,

It only took Mingzhu three seconds to switch from her lost state to a cheerful one. Forget it, at least she beat up the Sixth Concubine, she was happy!

Humming a little tune, I went back and picked up the fur on the ground and threw it into the trash can.

She won't wear fur if it gets stained with salad dressing.

Yesterday I heard from my eighth sister that Mingrou ordered a white mink fur coat from abroad, which will arrive the day after tomorrow. Coincidentally, she is in a good mood, so she will go and grab it the day after tomorrow.

Picking up the bag on the ground, Mingzhu planned to sit in her father's car for a while.

Walk down the stairs,

Elite brother, carrying two large bags, ran out of breath from the hospital gate. Seeing that only Mingzhu was left on the steps, his heart skipped a beat.

Three steps and two steps quickly ran to Mingzhu and asked hurriedly,

"Miss Ming, where is my young lady?"

"She went home. Director Ye took her away just now."

Secretary Luo's heart started working again and he breathed a sigh of relief, feeling relieved that he hadn't lost it.

Seeing him startled, Mingzhu pulled her bag closer to her shoulder, walked around Secretary Luo, and went to look for the Ming family's car.

Suddenly, a shopping bag blocked Mingzhu's way.

"Wait a moment, Miss Ming. This is a change of clothes I bought for you. If you don't mind, you can take it back."

Secretary Luo came up behind me and gave me a set of clothes.

Mingzhu didn't understand what he meant. Although she was very beautiful, this was too sudden.

Mingzhu tucked her hair behind her ears uncomfortably, secretly delighted in her heart that her sister was indeed a beautiful girl.

I looked at the label on the bag.

Mingzhu frowned slightly.

This brand is a bit expensive for a white-collar worker. Does this guy like her so much?

Holding the bag chain tightly with both hands, Mingzhu stood up straight, trying to look more serious, and muttered in her heart what this person meant.

With his chin raised proudly, he quietly looked at Secretary Luo and reluctantly gave him a decent appearance. He pretended not to care and said,

"Why? We don't even know each other, why would you give me something?"

"I don't want it to be unclear."

Secretary Luo saw that she had misunderstood, and his old face flushed. He quickly waved his hands to explain.

"Miss Ming, I didn't mean anything else. I just went to buy clothes for you and thought you might need a change of clothes, so I bought some for you.

"Well, if it's inconvenient, you don't have to."

As he spoke, he slowly withdrew the hand that was handing over the bag.

Mingzhu didn't expect that just because she was reserved for a moment, this man would back off. Although there was no chance for her to have a relationship with a poor white-collar worker, this four-eyed man backed off too quickly.

The narcissistic Miss Ming didn't listen to Secretary Luo's explanation at all, and was convinced that this man wanted to have a date with her.

"Did I say I don't want it? Bring it to me!"

"snort!"

Mingzhu snatched the shopping bag hanging beside Secretary Luo's legs like a robber, glared at him shyly, and walked away with the bag.

"Also, this is not me, this..."

Before she could finish her words, Mingzhu had already run ten meters away with the bag.

"I bought this with Mr. Huang's credit card..."

The wind blew and the sound drifted into the air. No one heard it except Secretary Luo.

He had just gone to buy clothes for Ye Xiulan, and when he was about to pay, he felt it was not good to leave Miss Ming out, so he bought an extra set.

But it seems that Miss Ming misunderstood.