Master Pei, your wife is too cruel

Chapter 213 Ma'am, why is your mouth broken?

Early the next morning, Sang Nuan was woken up by the biological clock.
Waking up in a daze, she licked her lips.

"……hiss!"

The needle-like pain on the skin of her mouth suddenly woke her up from drowsiness.

Jumped out of bed and walked into the bathroom to have a look.

Broken skin?
After sleeping, why did my mouth break from sleep?

When she went downstairs to have breakfast, Pei Zehan was already waiting for her in the living room.

Seeing her coming down with her slippers, he put down the documents in his hand, smiled and said, "Good morning."

Sang Nuan covered her mouth and mumbled, "Morning."

Pei Zehan stared at her, knowingly asked, "What's wrong with your mouth?"

Sang Nuan shook her head and headed towards the restaurant.

There are two types of breakfast, Chinese and Western.

Aunt Lin still doesn't know the taste of Qing Sang Nuan, so she made everything she could think of.

The round table was full of piles.

Chinese-style ones include bean curd, soy milk, deep-fried dough sticks, and sesame seed cakes.Western-style ones include milk, smooth eggs, bacon, and West toast.

"Ma'am, is there anything you like here?"

Aunt Lin was wearing a Chibi Maruko-mom apron, and she warmly invited Sang Nuan to sit down.

He took out a small notebook from his apron pocket and carefully recorded Sang Nuan's eating preferences.

"Aunt Lin, you are too polite, I can't finish eating after sitting so many." Sang Nuan randomly picked a seat and sat down.

"Don't be afraid, it's not that Mr. is here, the two of you eat together, and you will be able to finish it."

Sang Nuan was so kind, he chose three items: milk, deep-fried dough sticks and biscuits.

Aunt Lin has a plan in mind, Madam still prefers to eat Chinese food.

Pei Zehan didn't sit opposite Sang Nuan like last time, but pulled the seat beside her and sat down.

Sang Nuan finished picking, and the rest of the Western breakfast was naturally Pei Zehan's.

"Can you finish it?"

Sang Nuan expressed doubts.

Pei Zehan raised his eyebrows, a strange thing called masculine self-esteem suddenly emerged from the bottom of his heart, which made him unable to speak out no matter what, and he couldn't eat it.

At this moment, Yu Song came.

HG had an early meeting this morning, and he couldn't be late. His habit, whenever there was an early meeting, would come to the villa to pick up Pei Zehan half an hour earlier.

Seeing Mr. Pei and his wife having breakfast, Yu Song said hello and was about to leave and come back later.

"Hey, Assistant Yu, come, come, let's have breakfast together."

Sang Nuan called him to stop.

Yu Song paused for a moment, subconsciously wanting to refuse.

"Don't say no, Aunt Lin made a lot of breakfast, let's sit down and eat together."

This is the second time that Sang Nuan has invited him to eat. Thinking of the experience of having dinner together last time, Yu Song felt cramps in his calves.

"Ma'am, I..."

Yu Song looked puzzled.

"What are you dawdling about? Eat as soon as Madam tells you to eat."

Pei Zehan blankly glanced at the place beside him.

With a "get over here" expression on his face.

Yu Song scratched his head and sat down bravely.

Sitting down, I just bumped into Sang Nuan.

"Ma'am, why is your mouth broken?"

Without even thinking about it, Yu Song blurted out.

In an instant, a strong cold air swept across the back of his head.

He turned his head tremblingly, and saw his president's icy and bone-chilling gaze flash across his face.

Pei Zehan pushed the whole pile of breakfast in front of Yu Song, and he only took the egg.

"I ate it all."

Pei Zehan's tone could not be refused, it was obviously not a question, but an order.

Yu Song: "..."

Hey!
President, it won't be what I thought.

You, you are retaliating!

"Uncle, what happened yesterday..."

Sang Nuan took two bites of fried dough sticks and felt that she still had to ask.

When she was washing up just now, everything that happened in the nightclub yesterday clearly slipped before her eyes.

At that time, the lights were bright, and more than half of the people on the dance floor captured Su Wen's face.

No matter what he is, he is also the hottest niche nowadays. If the nightclub fight is exposed, Xu Yao will definitely be implicated.

She didn't want Xu Yao to have anything to do with that scumbag in this life.

Hearing this, Pei Zehan paused his hand that cut the egg, and looked up at her with unclear meaning: "Are you asking him, or something?"

Sang Nuan raised his eyebrows.

What does it mean to ask him or ask a question? Isn't he just a question?

(End of this chapter)