Master's Fascinating And Valiant Wife

Slowly looking at Mo Wan, he asked softly, "what kind of reasons and reasons? Can't you say?"

"Hmm!" Mo nodded heavily. She could never tell him the unspeakable things. She also had her own dignity!

Especially in front of him, she wanted to ask herself to keep that last dignity!

Pei Yi nodded and said softly, "don't forget, I think you are a friend!"

Just a simple sentence, but Mo Wan couldn't help crying. She choked. She tried to maintain her voice: "I also think you are my friend! Your girlfriend is still outside, so where are you willing to leave her alone?"

Mou Guang looked at her deeply, and Pei Yijing left the kitchen.

Looking at the ginger soup she cooked, she drank it directly, but she didn't expect it to be too hot. She shouted loudly and tears immediately rolled down her eyes. She quickly wiped her tears, sucked her nose and continued to drink the soup.

When she finished her soup and walked out of the kitchen, she just heard the dialogue between Pei Zhenjiang and Liu Rusu.

"I heard from Yijing that you are very likely to be engaged this year?"

Her heart pounded, her fingers slipped, and the medicine bowl in her hand fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

Pei Yijing's eyes fell on her, and their eyes were attracted by the sound.

"Snow White's stepmother, what are you doing?" Pei Yifeng frowned and looked at her: "did Snow White's stepmother eat her own poisonous apple?"

Ignoring the fussy Pei Yifeng, her cheeks turned red and she was embarrassed: "her hands slipped..."

"As long as you don't hit your foot." Liu Rusu looked at her with a faint smile, and then said to Pei Zhenjiang, "Yijing had told my uncle about it, but now I'm not sure, because there are still several films in hand that have been invested, so I'm waiting to start shooting. If I have free time, I'll think about it again. It's still up to my uncle."

Pei Zhenjiang smiled with satisfaction and said, "there are so many rooms at home. What are you doing in the hotel? I'll let the housekeeper clean up two rooms. You and Yijing will stay at home."

"Uncle, will it bother you?"

"What's the trouble? There are so many rooms and they are empty. Besides, you are half Pei's family. You can still use the word trouble?"

The smile on Liu Rusu's cheek was like a budding flower: "uncle, I'm not polite."

Without staying in the living room for long, she went upstairs directly. Although she drank ginger soup, her body was still soft, even her legs were soft.

After pulling the quilt, she buried herself deeply, trying to make herself sweat and feel comfortable.

But when she fell into darkness, she didn't feel sleepy at all. What came to mind was Pei Yijing's dialogue with her in the kitchen and the dialogue between Liu Rusu and peizhenjiang in the living room.

be engaged?

They are really suitable, and Liu Rusu is beautiful and kind. Who can hate a woman like her?

Well, she will learn to bless them.

Although Pei Yijing is still in the bottom of her heart, she will always bury him there, where only she knows.

These thoughts gradually calmed down, but Pei Yihuan's figure suddenly broke in.

His attitude is very firm. He said he would not marry her, but what she has to do is to marry him. What is she going to do?

Pei Yihuan is so strong. What way can she convince him?

All thoughts filled her mind like a mess. She was panting

I can't think about it anymore. I really can't think about it anymore, or my head will explode!

Taking two deep breaths, she calmed her panting chest and closed her eyes.

Time is gradually passing, and the night outside the window is getting deeper and deeper. The white snowflakes falling in the air finally stop. The outside world is as beautiful and flawless as silver, but it is also extremely cold and biting.

After a long sleep, Mo Wancai gradually woke up. As expected, he was sweating, but he was much easier. He was no longer dizzy and unable to lift his strength.

After bathing in hot water, she put on her pajamas and went to the huge French window. I don't know when the snow has stopped, and the rest is white. In a daze, a strong light refracted in through the glass window. Her eyes narrowed. When she opened again, Pei Yihuan walked down from the car.

It was Pei Yihuan who came back! Her eyes followed him closely until she couldn't see at last.

At this time, a very strong white light flashed in Mo Wan's mind. She wanted to find him!

The work permit Pei Zhenjiang gave her has no effect. She can't enter the president's office today or tomorrow. The best time is now.

Now he is in Pei's house, and there are so many people living in Pei's house. How can he go too far?

Thinking of this, she loosened the curtains, stood behind the door, watched every move in the opposite room and looked for the opportunity.

A sound of footsteps came from the corridor. She looked out through the gap between the doors. It was Pei Yihuan.

His black windbreaker was open, his slender fingers fell between his forehead and gently kneaded, and his handsome eyebrows wrinkled slightly, which seemed uncomfortable.

Opening the door of the room, Pei Yihuan went in, but he didn't take the door with him.

Without the slightest hesitation, don't pull your teeth, take a light step under your feet, and then quietly walk into the room, hold your breath and hide behind the sofa.

Taking off his black coat, he casually threw it on the bed, then moved his big hand, directly pulled off his tie and coat and walked into the bathroom.

Seeing that the bathroom door was closed, Mo was relieved and sat on the soft carpet.

Maybe it was because his aura was so strong that every time she saw him, she always felt a strong sense of oppression.

Sitting on the ground like that, she narrowed her eyes slightly and thought about how to convince him!

Mo Wan here is still struggling to think, and there is only a "bang Dang -" sound. The bathroom door opens and Pei Yihuan, who is only surrounded by a bath towel, comes out. Water is still flowing on his bronze chest, and the transparent water converges, slowly disappearing into the lower body surrounded by a white bath towel along the perfect lines of clear texture, which is fascinating.

As he walked forward, he wiped the water drops on his hair with a red and white towel.