Hidden Marriage, Overbearing Love: Mr! Please Let Me Go-Chapter 961 - 965: Go Get a Spa Treatment
Haha... This reasoning is like those students who don’t like studying but prefer to linger at school wasting time. They intend to set themselves a study plan, but when it comes to actual practice, listening to the teachers spit words on the podium, they still can’t understand anything. Gradually, under that environment, their eyelids can’t help but give each other a little kiss. You can’t blame the students; it’s the teachers’ fault for not being engaging and just too rigid, leading to this result.
So, similarly, the always diligent Xia Qingqian, in such a grand and important meeting, when feeling utterly lost, naturally fell asleep.
"Didn’t you sleep well last night?" As she raised her head and looked up, Beitang Yao saw her faint dark circles; his anger subsided, and a subtle ache surfaced in his heart, so his voice became gentle.
Xia Qingqian was once again stunned, troubled by Beitang Yao’s words; how could he change like a chameleon, so inexplicable! 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢
She immediately shook her head and waved her hand, saying, "The meeting was just a bit tedious, I unconsciously dozed off, Young Master, I really didn’t mean to fall asleep!" She continued to defend herself.
At this moment, she seemed like the defendant, putting on a pitiful expression to elicit sympathy from the jury and judge. And Beitang Yao was both the jury and the judge here, she had to try her best to please him.
Beitang Yao’s face darkened, his deep voice repeating the same words, "Didn’t you sleep well last night?" The anger he had suppressed now flared up instantly; he truly wished he could skin this woman alive and swallow her whole! Ignoring his concern, she forced him to repeat himself!
Xia Qingqian was dumbfounded, tightly gripping the pen in her hand, the corner of her mouth twitching, "No, no, I slept very well last night."
Adding today’s meeting, she felt even more drowsy...
"Go do some spa." He stood up, speaking casually as he rubbed his bruised face.
Xia Qingqian’s gaze followed Beitang Yao as he stood up, inadvertently catching sight of the bruise on his face; she gasped, suppressing the tremor in her heart, and asked tremblingly, "Young Master, what happened to your face?" Given his rare concern for her sleep, she shouldn’t act petty.
She wanted to ask: Young Master, is your face hit by me?
She vaguely remembered dreaming about a delinquent kid swinging an iron rod at her, and she instinctively reached out to block, then returned the favor with a... punch. Was this slightly violent? She even dreamed of revenge, truly rather offend a scoundrel than a woman!
"Pack your things, go home!" When Beitang Yao’s hand touched the door handle, he coldly ordered.
This damned woman, that punch was really strong; his face still throbbed with pain, even the adjacent bridge of his nose joined in, stabbing with a dull pain, could this be the legendary martial arts death-defying punch?
