V2.Chapter 388 (1/2)

She was angry at the moment, and could hardly control her words and deeds, so she blurted out her words without thinking about it.

Yan Beicheng seems to have never thought that the flowers on the street will make such a big fire, thin lips can not help but habitually pursed, did not speak.

Seeing the flowers on the street usually so indifferent on the cheek, at the moment, because of himself and emerge such a vivid angry face, his doubts immediately completely dissipated.

He had never seen her so angry with anyone. How could he doubt her like that now because of him?

Think of here, his heart suddenly a burst of chagrin, busy toward the stranger flower side moved, two hands gently pressed her shoulder, warm voice way: ”I am not good.”

The flower on the street reaches out to brush open his hand, turn round not to see him, ”the Lord is serious.”

For the first time, Yan Beicheng bowed his head to a woman like this, then he took such a closed door and choked for a long time.

He suppressed his emotions, patience to ease the voice, gentle to the extreme, ”you are angry, I sent someone to observe you yesterday?”

The flower on the stranger is cold with a pretty face and has not answered.

”More than that, you blame me for being suspicious of you?” Seeing her acquiescence, Yan Beicheng continued.

The flowers on the stranger still haven't answered.