Genius Bady and Bad Daddy

"Am I jealous?" Pei Yilin raised his eyebrows proudly. "You must be jealous! With a mentality like yours, if Mengmeng is going to get married in the future, aren't you going to guard the door and not let the groom in?"

"No way!" Song Qian retorted, "Although I can't bear to think of mengmeng getting married and leaving me to live her own life, I'm still very happy!"

Song Qian didn't know why. The only person she could compare with was Pei Yilin. Once she saw that Qian Mengmeng and Pei Yilin were too close, she would be jealous.

Perhaps, this was because she felt unwilling!

After all, she had taken care of Qian Mengmeng alone for several years, and Pei Yilin, the biological father, easily captured her daughter's heart!

It's not fair to think about it!

Song Qian was amused by her own narrow-minded eyes. She looked at Pei Yilin very seriously and said, "I hope mengmeng can become a very happy and happy person. From this moment on, she has been happy forever!"

"Yes!" Pei Yilin promised, "I will make her very happy. Whoever dares to hurt her will never forgive me!"

Song qian chuckled. "I believe you."

Pei Yilin held Song Qian in his arms, and he promised her in his heart that no matter how difficult Qian Mengmeng's illness was to cure, no matter what method he used, he would let Qian Mengmeng live well, even if... He sacrificed his own life to change!

...

The days gradually calmed down. However, Song Qian's id card and household register had not been found, and her files had been hidden by hackers.

Pei Yilin couldn't be too anxious about getting married.

Every time she saw Pei Yilin lose his temper at a bunch of people, Song Qian didn't know whether to be pleased or worried.

She secretly enjoyed the life she was in love with and was worried about what the thief was up to.

"Haven't you found it yet?" Song Qian took the initiative to start this topic in front of Pei Yilin. "Can't we do it again?"

"I'll handle it." Pei Yilin said coldly.

He didn't want Song Qian to know that the thief was Yuchi Haolan. He didn't even want him to hear the man's name again.

Moreover, Song Qian's information had been hacked, and the backup office could not be entered into the computer.

"You too... Don't be too hasty." Song Qian said softly, as a consolation. "Anyway, haven't I always been there?"

Pei Yilin finally smiled. "Come here."

"Hmm?"

"Come here!"

Song Qian walked towards Pei Yilin and he suddenly pulled her into his arms.

"What are you doing?" Song Qian subconsciously looked at the open office door. "Someone will see!"

"Everyone knows you're my fiancee. What are you afraid of?" Pei Yilin asked, "Sooner or later, you will become the president's wife here!"

"I said weakly, you are so childish!" Song Qian said fearlessly.

Pei Yilin frowned, and the cold light in his dark eyes covered Song Qian. He liked her provoking her without fear of death, and then scaring her.

"Aren't you childish?" Pei Yilin asked, "Every time you ask mengmeng some boring questions, is mommy better than daddy? Is mommy better than daddy? Are you trying to stir up family conflicts?"

"My daughter is mine, you can't take it all!" Song Qian said it seriously, as if he were talking about a serious problem.

Pei Yilin smiled. Song Qian's seriousness seemed more like he was coquettish to her.

"My daughter is mine, and so are you!" Pei Yilin's domineering voice fell, followed by a domineering kiss.

Song Qian was too lazy to resist. He glanced at the door and sighed softly. He couldn't help but hug Pei Yilin and sink into his kiss.

When the kiss reached a thick spot, Pei Yilin's hands began to unruly again.

In the face of Song Qian, he always had a greedy feeling that he couldn't eat enough. Every time he wanted to hug her, kiss her, touch her, he would want her.

She's such a grinding little demon.

Song Qian couldn't help but hold Pei Yilin's hand. How could he be so passionate anywhere?

"Be good." Pei Yilin groaned.

"No... Uh-" Song Qian frowned. Even in the office, but in the office without closing the door?

Song Qian bit Pei Yilin's lips. Pei Yilin was in pain. She moved her eyebrows and bit Song Qian's mouth. She couldn't resist.

At this moment, someone coughed and knocked on the door.

Song Qian and Pei Yilin looked at the door of the office at the same time and saw Qin Xirong standing there, looking at them with a sad and complicated expression.

Pei Yilin tightened his arms around Song Qian. Song Qian looked at him, and some melancholy flashed through his heart.

If there was anything else she didn't trust about Pei Yilin, the unsettled factor was Qin Xirong.

Song Qian could see that deep down in Pei Yilin's heart, there was a feeling for Qin Xirong, but she did not ask whether it was love or pity.

She was too lazy to ask. Anyway, Pei Yilin was her daughter's father and the man who wanted to marry her. These were the facts and the sincerity he showed.

Song Qian stopped struggling and came out of Pei Yilin's arms to return to his office.

Qin Xirong walked in, forced a smile, and said, "Yilin, Joyce is going back to america. Will you attend tonight's dinner?"

"I have something to do." Pei Yilin refused directly.

Pei Yilin wouldn't go. He didn't even answer Joyce's call.

Just because, if he did, it wouldn't make sense not to bring Song Qian to the party. If he did, she would see Yuchi Haolan.

Song Qian was puzzled: Joyce was Pei Yilin's business partner, but these days, Pei Yilin and Joyce did not have any contact.

What happened between them? Could it be that Pei Yilin was still at the crossfire the other day?

"Yilin, what are you so stubborn about?" Qin Xirong asked, "Do you really want to... Never talk to Joyce again?"

"Joyce has many partners, many of them me." Pei Yilin said coldly.

Qin Xirong looked at Song Qian and said softly, "Secretary song, I wonder if you can get me a glass of water."

Pei Yilin's eyes darkened. "She's not a secretary."

"Her position in the company is a secretary." Qin Xirong said with certainty, "When did you become a public and private person? Secretary song, is it worth showing off that you have turned a very successful man into this?"

"Qin Xirong!" Pei Yilin's voice squeezed through his teeth.

Song Qian lazily raised the corner of his lips, got up, and said to Pei Yilin, "Miss Qin is right. I am your secretary at the company. After work, I am your fiancee."

The words "Fiancée" were clearly and loudly spoken by Song Qian and were deliberately spoken to Qin Xirong.

Qin Xirong clenched his fists and waited for Song Qian to leave before looking at Pei Yilin.

"I didn't expect you to love her so much!" Qin Xirong's voice was low. "I really lost. I don't even have any illusions left."

"Let's get down to business." Pei Yilin said coldly, his eyes not on Qin Xirong.

"I'm here to invite you to dinner tonight." Qin Xirong's eyes dimmed. "This is my job. I will try my best to convince you."

"I'm not going." Pei Yilin's answer was positive.

"Are you worried about meeting Yuchi Haolan?" The smile on Qin Xirong's lips was pale and feeble. "He had written in the newspaper that Song Qian was his first love, and he didn't clarify it."

"Can you believe the gossip about entertainment?" Pei Yilin's eyes grew colder.

"I have a hunch that things will happen again." Qin Xirong whispered, "The difference is that back then, Yuchi Haolan and I were fake, but this time, he was sincere about song qian."

Pei Yilin clenched his fists. Of the three big families, the Ye family was huge and was on par with the power of the the Pei family.

Pei Yilin could destroy the the Xiang family on impulse, but he could not destroy the the Xiang family. The consequences would be too severe.

From the the Ye family to the previous generation of Yuchi Haolan, there were officials, businessmen, and triads. Moreover, there had been a very secretive force supporting their family, and Pei Yilin had yet to find out what was going on.

"Yilin... Song Qian, what's so good about her?" Qin Xirong didn't give up.

Pei Yilin looked up and said coldly, "I don't have to explain to you."

"I just want to know." Qin Xirong smiled awkwardly. "Just how charming a woman is that you would turn a blind eye to me. Is our past just a dream for me?"

"Pei Yilin, you owe me. Didn't you say you wanted to make it up to me?" Qin Xirong wiped the tears from his eyes. "Then, I want you to help me forget you. I want you to teach me how to be as heartless as you see me!"

Pei Yilin's heart tightened a little. He did not reply, nor did he care about Qin Xirong's tears. He just suddenly became very agitated and could not calm down.

Song Qian came out of the office. She had a piece of paper in her hand that Qin Xirong had slipped to her just now.

Seeing Song Qian's face change, Kang Lu asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Song qian chuckled.

"Don't you believe Boss Pei?" Kang Lu pursued, "He really, really likes you."

"I know." Song qian smiled even more brightly. "I'm going to make a cup of coffee."

Song Qian felt helpless.

Like it?

Everyone said that Pei Yilin liked her so much, and she knew that he was really different to her.

But the word "Like" never came out of his mouth.

Song Qian couldn't help but wonder: has Pei Yilin ever confessed to Qin Xirong?

One more thing: Qin Xirong was always free to enter and leave Pei Yilin's company without anyone stopping him. What does that mean?

Song qian sighed lightly. She didn't want to turn herself into a sentimental woman. She just felt that Qin Xirong was a threat.

So, she would be jealous too!

Song Qian couldn't help but laugh. She went to the coffee shop and opened the note to see what Qin Xirong had written for her.

Qin Xirong: Song Qian, Pei Yilin monitored your call.

Song Qian's eyes trembled.

Eavesdropping?!

No way!

Song Qian didn't believe it. She knew what it meant for one person to monitor another's phone calls.

It means distrust, it means doubt.

She was with Pei Yilin almost 24 hours a day. How could he doubt her?

Song qian thought about it, and her reason told her that Qin Xirong didn't lie to her.

But there must be something hidden in it, and it was something Pei Yilin didn't want her to know.

What could it be?

Song Qian couldn't figure it out. She decided to confirm the truth of the matter first.