Chapter 7

Hey, it's so embarrassing to talk about being naked, don't you know that she is a pure and beautiful girl?

Oh, no, it should be an innocent woman now.

Song Weiwei shook his head, getting the question out of his mind.

"Also, you are the only one who didn't call me crazy or ignore me after I proposed to marry me." This is what touched her.

Don't think that being beautiful is a privilege, speaking of it, Song Weiyi is full of bitterness.

Because she also fantasizes that she has good looks and a figure, and it is a matter of minutes to find a man who has a reason to marry her. However, Song Wei's personal experience tells her—girl, you think too much.

Of course, because of her beauty, people sometimes strike up a conversation with her.

But Song Weiyi took out the household registration book and said that when we went to get married, those unreliable men were either scared away directly, or they said she was crazy.

Her husband was the only man who didn't ignore her, and even married her.

Even though half a day had passed, Song Weiyi couldn't help feeling warm when he thought of this, and looked at his husband tearfully, it was him, it was him!

"So, husband, you must not abandon your poor wife. I am loyal to you, and the world can learn from this heart!" Song Weiyi changed his arms and hugged him.

"Wife who is a mess?" Pei Yibai fixed his gaze on the pretty face opposite.

Song Weiwei covered his face and buried his head in his chest domineeringly, "Anyway, you can't abandon me, woo woo woo, dad is angry, you see he almost beat me, if you don't want me anymore, then I... ..."

Next, how does the heroine who cries, makes trouble and hangs herself on TV act?

Oh, crying and making a fuss, it's time to play "Hanging", Song Weiwei grinned with his head down, and there was no tears in his eyes after howling for a long time.

"Then I have no choice but to seek relief by dying!" Woooooo, how pitiful.

Suddenly, her chin was gently pinched by someone, and she was forced to raise her head.

The man's eyes sparkled, and the corners of his mouth curled up seductively. Her pretty face was reflected in his deep and charming eyes.

His finger stroked Song Weiyi's eyes lightly, his fingertips were warm, a thin layer of calluses made Song Weiyi feel as if his skin had been teased at this moment, and there was a strange itching feeling in his bones.

"My wife is so sincere to me, how can I be willing to see you being bullied by your father? Don't worry, I will not abandon my poor wife."

He bit down the words "wife of dross" very hard, and at the end he chuckled lightly, making Song Weiyi blush with embarrassment.

He looked at her jokingly again: "The next time you cry, at least squeeze out two tears, it will be more real, and I will feel more pity."

With a joking voice, Song Weiyi blushed completely, stamped her feet coquettishly, and glared at him: "Pei Yibai!" There is no such joker.

His smile faded away, making Song Weiyi think he was angry because she was yelling at his name.

I don't know why, when Pei Yibai is not smiling, she feels very intimidating, and she doesn't dare to be presumptuous with him at all.

"Well, I..." Song Weiwei wanted to apologize, but he didn't know how to apologize.

Song Weiwei scolded himself in his heart, he was not that familiar yet, so he told you to yell.

"I prefer you to call me husband." Pei Yibai lowered his voice, Song Weiyi looked up with a surprised expression.

I thought he was angry, but I didn't expect to say such "cheeky" words, it turned out to be a duplicity master!

"Okay, let's go, your father is staring at us, his eyes are turning into ice skates."

Fu Zining and Rong Jingan in front of them trembled as they walked.

"Jing An, you must find a way to clarify this matter. Old Sheng's expression was extremely ugly just now. If he is really angry with our family because of this, will we still have a good life?" , Fu Zining's tone of voice was already crying.

Half of it is acting, and the other side is indeed fear.

Everyone in this circle knows how bad Sheng Lao's reputation is spread outside, and what is as famous as his Huaxin is his violent temperament.

The so-called "no wind, no waves, no waves", if it weren't for pinching You Qi, how could there be such rumors?

"Only, did she already know something?"

Rong Jingan paused when he heard this, and firmly denied it: "How is it possible? I didn't mention this to her, and you will specifically tell her this?"

The answer is impossible, Fu Zining is not so kind.

"Then how would she know? She definitely knew." Fu Zining thought about it seriously, becoming more and more sure.

"She poured wine on Old Sheng on purpose, and married someone else, but she just didn't want to marry Old Sheng! Your daughter is so scheming. Not only did she politely reject the marriage, but she also asked her to marry him. We offended Old Sheng, what shall we do?"

Rong Jing'an was also very upset, and the gloomy face of Sheng Lao had not disappeared in his head, and when Fu Zining mentioned it at this time, he was even more upset.

"Okay, let's talk about this later, let me think about how to deal with it."

The living room of the Fu family is richly decorated with exaggerated colors of bright yellow, and the walls are hung with landscape paintings by masters of the Ming and Qing Dynasties—of course, imitations.

This house was laid out when Fu Zining's father was alive, and it has a history of 30 to 40 years. It has been continuously renovated and expanded, and the decoration inside is naturally not bad.

"Song Weiwei, kneel down!" Rong Jingan's angry reprimand interrupted Song Weiwei's distraction.

She clings to the tall Pei Yibai with a puzzled expression. .

"In front of the ancestors of the Fu family, let them see what good things you, an unfilial daughter, have done! Auntie Zhang, go and get that whip out of my study!"

The servant who was named looked at Song Weiyi with pity, turned around and went up to the second floor.

When she came down, she had a crimson whip in her hand, thicker than Song's only two fingers, and more than one meter long.

"Father, what are you doing?" Song Weiyi asked loudly.

After living in the Fu family for so long, she still didn't know that the Fu family had such a whip. Could it be that they beat her?

Looking at the glowing whip, Song Weiyi thought to himself that if this was really a whip, his back would probably be smashed, right?

"What do you think? You haven't realized your mistake yet, have you?"

Song Weiwei pursed his lips, "Dad, I admit that I didn't discuss with you before marrying Yibai. It was indeed my fault, but at that time we couldn't help it."

"At my age, although it is indeed a bit early to get married, it is not too early, right? The daughter of my high school classmate was born last month. Just like your father said, it depends on the timing. You need to be precise, I finally met a good man, why should I push him to others?"