Chapter 42

As soon as he left the house, Pei Yibai called the driver at home and asked him to pick up Pei Yiting.

After going downstairs, he took Pei Yiting to have breakfast, watched Pei Yiting get into the car with his own eyes, and warned Lao Zhang that if he was run away by the young master like the day before, he would not have to do anything, then Pei Yibai went back home.

Thinking that Song Weiyi's foot might be infected, he went to the pharmacy to buy a swelling-reducing ointment, which wasted a little time.

However, what Pei Yibai never imagined in his dreams was that when he opened the door, he saw the mess all over the floor, and beside the sofa, Fu Qishan was holding up the clothes drying pole, trying to insert this weapon into Song Weiyi's body.

At that moment, Pei Yibai seemed to have a sudden cardiac arrest, his pupils constricted, and the hideous Fu Qishan was clearly reflected in his eyes.

Before the brain could even react, Pei Yibai's movements were faster than his brain, he threw the white plastic bag in his hand, it was too late, it was too fast, he jumped with his long legs, raised his right leg, and slammed Fu Qishan's right hand Kick.

"Ah!" After Fu Qishan was kicked and screamed, the clothes drying pole in her hand rushed towards the glass window next to her.

With a bang, the glass was pierced by the stainless steel clothes-drying pole that shot straight in, and the whole piece of glass shattered instantly, while the clothes-drying pole fell to the balcony floor.

Pei Yibai's footsteps stopped in front of Fu Qishan. With a height of 1.87 meters, he stood straight in front of her eyes, and all he could see was the legs of his black trousers.

"Fu Qishan, what did you want to do just now?" He bent down, caught off guard, and squeezed Fu Qishan's chin.

"Ah!" Fu Qishan, who was pinched by his strength again, seemed to have lost her language function, and wrinkled her pretty face in pain.

"Tell me, what are you doing here? What were you doing with the laundry pole just now?"

Facing his cold questioning, watching Pei Yibai transform from a handsome young man into a ferocious and bloodthirsty wolf, Fu Qishan's courage faded little by little, leaving only fear and terror.

She subconsciously shook her head, Pei Yibai's movements and eyes were too terrifying, she was afraid that if she said something, Pei Yibai would directly kill her.

"Don't say it? Then let me say, you just wanted to kill someone, right?"

Fu Qishan felt that Pei Yibai's hand was getting harder and harder, almost crushing her jaw, tears poured out of her eyes uncontrollably.

She shook her head harder and opened her mouth to explain, but only let out a burst of crying.

"Who gave you the guts to kill someone? Do you really think that you are the daughter of a rich family, so you can be lawless? And it's your own sister who is going to be killed?"

Fu Qishan sobbed and struggled, "I, I didn't, I didn't do it on purpose, let me go, let me go."

No matter how much she begged, Pei Yibai didn't soften her heart one iota, her face became more and more red, and she was hurt.

"No? Will I believe it?" Pei Yibai sneered.

It took a long time for Song Weiyi, who was stunned, to recover from the confrontation.

She turned her gaze to the clothes-drying pole on the balcony, touched her face and stomach, only to realize that she was still intact at the moment.

His whole body was limp, and when he touched his forehead, he realized that cold sweat was running down his face.

Song Weiyi was lying on the ground, and she was not unafraid when facing death.

She was afraid that she would not even have the chance to see Pei Yibai for the last time. She was afraid that she would die tragically just after marrying Pei Yibai, and that Pei Yibai would end up being a wife-breaker.

Song Weiyi was gasping for breath. It turned out that the fresh air felt so good, and it turned out that he was alive and happy.

Fu Qishan's frightened crying brought Song Weiyi back to his senses, seeing Pei Yibai strangling Fu Qishan's neck.

"Murder? By you? Why don't you have a taste of death?"

Seeing this scene, Song Weiyi's eyes widened.

Pei Yibai was really stimulated by the scene just now. She had lived with him for so long, and she had never seen him lose control of his emotions.

He appeared in front of her at the most critical moment and saved her life. Song Weiyi was naturally moved to tears.

But the current situation is also very difficult, if Pei Yibai really retaliates against him in his own way, he will probably spend the rest of his life in vain.

Song Weiwei came to his senses, got up quickly and shouted: "Pei Yibai, let her go, I'm fine, don't really kill her, I don't want to be a widow in the future..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Weiyi suddenly fell back, accompanied by her tragic cry.

"Oh, my hair is caught by the corner of the table, please help me untie it, it hurts so much."

Pei Yibai turned his head, and Song Weiyi was lying on the ground grinning, unable to laugh or cry.

Comparing to Fu Qishan who was also embarrassed, Pei Yibai smiled coldly and let go of Fu Qishan's neck.

"Hmm..." Fu Qishan fell back to the ground, panting heavily while lying on her stomach, with tears pouring out of her eyes.

Pei Yibai came to Song Weiyi's side, her body was bruised and purple, and she was really embarrassed.

But what's with that smile on her lips? Could it be that Fu Qishan made him foolish?

"Are you okay?" Pei Yibai couldn't help asking.

"It's okay, it's okay, let's untie my hair first, it hurts my scalp." Song Weiwei yelled twice, ignoring Fu Qishan's existence.

If at this time, Fu Qishan still planned to fight back and do something, it could only be said that she couldn't recognize the form clearly and asked for her own death.

"Don't move, bear with it."

"It's probably difficult to untie it. There are scissors in the drawer under the TV cabinet. Use the scissors to cut off that bunch of hair ends."

Sometimes she finds it troublesome to take care of her hair, and Pei Yibai is a man, Song Weiyi doesn't ask him to be so meticulous.

After finishing talking, the man didn't make any movement, Song Weiyi couldn't help being puzzled.

Taking a closer look, Pei Yibai frowned slightly, but he was seriously fiddling with her tangled hair.

Wouldn't it be a pity that such a good hair quality was solved by a pair of scissors? Not to mention, it was cut indiscriminately.

"Cooperate with my movements, and raise your head a little bit later." As he spoke, Pei Yibai raised the coffee table leg with one hand, and after a while, Song Weiyi's hair was kept, and he untied it easily.

"Huhu..." Reborn after the catastrophe, Song Weiyi smiled brightly.

Pei Yibai's mood was not as relaxed as hers, and his face was terribly gloomy.

Pei Yibai sneered when his eyes touched Fu Qishan behind him who wanted to take the opportunity to sneak away. "Want to leave? There are some things that haven't been settled yet."

Fu Qishan's body froze, and she half knelt on the ground, looking at Pei Yibai in fear.

Just now the lack of oxygen, the feeling of almost dying is still circling in her mind, how dare she speak against Pei Yibai again?

"I didn't do it on purpose." Fu Qishan only knew this sentence, so she didn't say that she was going to kill Song Weiyi.

"Leave this sentence to the police."