Chapter 22

The more Pei Yibai listens, the more subtle his expression becomes. You have to obey what your wife says, remember your wife's birthday, and wait for makeup. This is the modern version of the three obediences and four virtues, right?

But the point is, he has become an object who must obey these rules. Is this feeling too bad?

A weird smile flashed in the man's deep and dark eyes, but the little woman next to him didn't notice it at all, and continued to pinch her fingers, preparing to settle Pei Yibai's case.

"No, there's no basis for what you say. What if you go back on your word when the time comes?" Song Weiwei asked back with a delicate frown.

so? Pei Yibai had a bad feeling in his heart.

The next moment, the little woman nestled in his arms got up and ran excitedly to the room, not forgetting to talk to him.

"I'm going to get a pen and paper and write it all down."

Song Weiyi opened Pei Yibai's drawer, happily finding the tools he needed.

Without a printer, she was not afraid of trouble. She did it herself and wrote out the clauses she mentioned one by one.

Half an hour later, Song Weiyi raised his head from the desk, holding a piece of paper with 30 clauses written on it, with a brilliant smile.

"My father did a good thing for me anyway. This handwriting is simply a masterpiece of a calligrapher."

When he just returned to Fu's house, Rong Jingan disliked Song Weiwei's handwriting to the point of disdain. He felt that an outsider saw her handwriting and directly humiliated him, so he forced Song Weiwei to practice handwriting, and even gave her a report. Calligraphy class.

Of course, Song Weiyi, who was in his teens, had just lost his mother and was completely unfamiliar with this father, so he resisted and rejected him.

Naturally, she followed Rong Jingan's voice everywhere.

But at that time, she was under the eaves, younger and less able. Rong Jingan just had to order the servant not to give her food, and Song Weiyi had to be obediently hungry.

This is the end of going against Rong Jing'an. After Song Weiyi knew it, he didn't dare to contradict him anymore, so he obediently learned to write, and it is rare to have today's results.

After coming out with the written note, a big lamp was on in the living room alone. Song Weiyi paused, and found that the man in the living room had fallen asleep leaning on the sofa because he had been waiting for too long.

His back was straight, he was leaning on the sofa, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if he was troubled.

"Isn't it? I haven't finished talking yet. You haven't signed your signature yet. How can you sleep?" Song Weiwei held his mouth, wanting to cry but not crying.

Didn't she struggle for half an hour in vain? His hands were sore and almost broke, yet he let her fall into a deep sleep?

"Hey, hey, you didn't do it on purpose, did you?" Song Weiwei curled his lips when he thought of this possibility.

Pei Yibai's expression didn't change at all, as if he didn't hear her, his eyes were still tightly closed, as if he was fast asleep.

This is, really asleep?

Song Weiyi's heart turned cold for a moment, and he looked at the thirty items in his hand with a tangled expression.

This is the only rare opportunity, while Pei Yibai is asleep, if she can write it down, she will have proof in the future.

After all, the temptation of a fox pretending to be a tiger is too great, Song Weiyi thought for a while, sneaked into the room quietly, and took out his own blush.

"Drunk and asleep, just get drunk and go to sleep. But, what should be signed, what should be drawn, is still necessary, and I am doing this for your own good." , leaning forward, gently raised Pei Yibai's hand.

"It's very good. You only need to press a handprint here lightly, and everything will be fine. It's very simple, right?" Song Weiwei snickered, holding his fingertips and moving it under the black and white words.

She could already foresee that the next time Pei Yibai was drunk, she took this piece of paper and condemned him for "not allowed to drink more than three glasses of liquor".

His fingertips were getting closer and closer to the paper, a red ball was about to be printed on the paper.

Sudden--

Pei Yibai opened his eyes, and without her noticing, the big hand slipped out of it.

"Hey, what are you doing? You haven't finished drawing yet..."

When Pei Yibai's hand rested on his face, Song Weiyi was stunned. He didn't think it was enough, so he gently rubbed her face.

"What time is it? Why aren't you asleep? Chirping, are you a bird?"

"..." Song Weiyi blinked and looked at the man opposite, whether he was sober or drunk.

"Why don't you talk? Are you stupid? Still not sleepy? Then go get me some water."

He rubbed his forehead and stopped staring at Song Weiyi, but she didn't see any cloudiness in his eyes.

Song Weiyi's heart was completely chilled, and with uncertainty, he asked him in a low voice: "Are you awake now?"

"Are you still drunk? Who am I? How much is this?" He pointed four fingers in front of him to test Pei Yibai's posture.

Pei Yibai didn't answer, but lowered his head, his gaze "just happened" across the black and white paper in her hand, and he took it with interest.

After such a long time, there must be more than "Three Obediences and Four Virtues", he wanted to see what else was written.

"Well, Pei Yibai needs to abide by the following rules. 1. I, Song Weiwei, have the final say on this family..." Before finishing reading, Pei Yibai got up early the next morning, and told Song Weiwei to go to work as usual .

Song Weiyi, who had already learned from Fu Qishan that he was unemployed, almost cried when he heard the words, and suddenly hugged him out of control.

Pei Yibai, who didn't expect her to move so suddenly, was startled, and let Song Weiyi hold him stiffly. "What's wrong?"