"..." Yan Ling stiffened.

Sitting sluggishly in his arms, it seemed as if he had turned into a sculpture for a moment, and there was no response for a while.

What did he just say?

Didn't he believe Tian Meiying's words and blame her for beating people, was he feeling sorry for her?

"Then you were fierce to me just now?" Yan Ling turned to look at him, frowning tightly together.

"..." Is he fierce?

"I thought you didn't believe me." Yan Ling muttered, nudged into his arms, and reached out to hug him.

The voice was dull, "Yi Haiyin, the whole world can not believe me, you can't help but believe me..."

"I believe it." Yi Haiyin opened his lips without thinking, and reached out to hug her tightly.

After a while, he forced a sentence from his throat: "Ling'er, what we just said does not seem to be the same thing?"

Yan Ling: "..."

It seems so.

"That must be that you are too stupid, you can't even speak clearly!" What he said just now clearly meant protecting Tian Meiying, not that she was too jealous.

"Well, I'm stupid, Ling'er is not angry." Yi Haiyin's cold eyes were filled with petting, long fingers slid across her eyebrows, and couldn't help but bow his head and kiss her small nose.

As soon as she was about to kiss her lips, Yan Ling turned her head and avoided.

"You were talking to other women just now, don't touch me." Yan Ling turned over and lay down, staring at his red palms.

"Ling'er..." Yi Haiyin grabbed her little hand, and his voice was low and deep, like a violin, slowly ringing in her ears.

She already knew he didn't mean that, still minding?

"I have never liked Tian Meiying, I am not familiar with her." Yi Haiyin frowned and explained very seriously.

"I know!" Yan Ling's voice was dull, but still unhappy.

"Are you jealous?" Yi Haiyin's eyes lit up, and when he was about to pounce on, Yan Ling rolled around the bed, swiftly avoiding him, grabbing a pillow, and blocking them.

"I'm not jealous, I'm angry!" Xiaosan has come to provoke her, can she not be angry?

Knowing that Yi Haiyin doesn't like Tian Meiying, how can she feel so uncomfortable when she thinks of a man who is thinking of her?

Pregnant women are prone to thinking wildly. The more Yan Ling thinks about it, the more depressed she becomes. Finally, she hugged the pillow and threw directly on Yi Haiyin's body, riding on his waist, and pressing his chest with the pillow.

"Yi Haiyin, I thought of a solution once and for all, would you like to listen to it?"

"..." Yi Haiyin raised an eyebrow.

"Otherwise, I will scratch your face so that no woman will miss you all the time!" Yan Ling said solemnly.

Xiao Yueyue taught her this method.

It is said that Xiao Yueyue used to be angry and wanted to scratch Huachi Shao's face. When she heard it, she felt too cruel, but now she feels that this is a good way!

But even if Yi Haiyin was disfigured, at his worth, there would still be a bunch of women willing to post it upside down. What should I do?

otherwise……

Yan Ling stretched out his hand to support his cheek, rubbed his chin, and seriously thought about a more ruthless way.

Yi Haiyin was staring at her so that her scalp was numb, and she couldn't help but open her lips, "Ling'er, you have to believe in your own charm. No one has robbed you. I am yours."

Yi Haiyin's voice is good at first, his deliberately lowered voice is even more magnetic, like the clear spring of Dingdong, which is especially comfortable.

Yan Ling was stunned at once.