Chapter 107

Anyway, it's a matter of a man's face, Song Weiyi will always come here cautiously.

Pei Yibai's pretty smile suddenly sank, and his eyes were like torches, staring at her intently.

Song Weiyi shrank to the side in fright, but realized it was already too late.

Pei Yibai squeezed it out of his mouth word by word: "Who told you that I can't do it?"

From the change in Song Weiyi's gaze, Pei Yibai estimated that Song Weiyi's mood had changed, but unexpectedly, what she was thinking about was this!

Didn't she feel such an obvious feeling? How dare you say him! That! inside! Do not! Row!

"No one told me... I guessed it myself." Song Weiwei said timidly with his pupils wide open.

He was already angry, feeling the strength of his hands gripping his waist, Song Weiwei knew this anger, probably not lightly.

If Mengmeng confessed at this time, it would be tantamount to courting death.

"Song Weiyi, you..." Pei Yibai stared at her fiercely with his cold eyes.

"I didn't do it on purpose. Isn't it because of you? I also care about you." Song Weiyi hastily defended.

When Mengmeng first talked about it, she didn't want to believe it, but Pei Yibai kept refusing it one after another, and the weight in her heart turned to the side of believing.

"What the hell are you pretending to be in your head?" Feelings, he should have done it to her as soon as he got married?

Otherwise, it wouldn't be over like this. In her eyes, he is not good enough!

"Hiding for what? Come here." Pei Yibai stared at someone who kept shrinking in with a dark face.

What are you hiding from? He will never eat her.

"You are angry, I am afraid that in the past, you will get angry." At that time, what should I do if I am attacked by violence?

Hearing these words, Pei Yi's already dark face turned even darker.

"When did I get angry at you?"

"A lot, like when I was in the hospital last time..."

What is it called? Shoot yourself in the foot?

Song Weiyi still wanted to persuade him a little more, but seeing Pei Yibai's expression similar to Bao Gong's, he lost all courage.

It seems that he really stepped on his sore spot, so he became angry from embarrassment.

She was a little melancholy, so to speak, there was no rush for this matter, she had to take it step by step and take a long-term plan.

At the very least, we should mention it when Pei Yibai is in a calm mood.

Seeing that she was disobedient by guarding the corner of the bed, Pei Yibai simply crossed the short distance and pulled her over directly.

"Ah, what are you doing?" Song Weiyi yelled.

"Shut up!" Pei Yibai scolded with a dark face.

She immediately fell silent and looked at him with wide open eyes.

A look of innocence.

Still angry, Pei Yibai slapped her on the buttocks. "You little heartless, what do you say you're thinking about all day long? I didn't want to scare you, but it turned out like this."

"I knew it earlier, when we meet for the first time, we should inspect the goods before we get married."

Song Weiyi heard this and retorted loudly: "That's a hooligan."

"Hehe, it's better to be a hooligan than to be my husband. It's not so aggrieved." He sneered.

"I……"

He moved close to her ear, but when Song Weiwei was unprepared, he bit the earlobe hard.

"Ah, Pei Yibai, you are a dog! You actually bit me!" Song Weiwei covered his ears and yelled at him.

"It was you who bit."

Saying that, she pulled hard again when she wanted to escape, and Song Weiyi returned to his arms immediately.

What was even more frightening was that Pei Yibai even tried to bite her while she was not paying attention.

Song Weiwei opened his eyes wide in horror, unable to avoid it, so he had to endure the pain.

Unexpectedly, Pei Yibai didn't bite this time, but gently wrapped her earlobe in his mouth.

With a "bang", a flower exploded from Song Weiyi's head, and the whole person was stunned.

Suddenly, Song Weiyi trembled and fell limp in his arms.

Seeing this, Pei Yibai's Adam's apple moved slightly, but he didn't seem to stop at all.

With a forceful hand, Song's only nightgown suddenly became a few rags with a "tear".

There is nothing else in it except a small underwear.

"Pei Yibai, you are playing a hooligan."

"Yes, I should have played it long ago, but I wasted so much time in vain." This sentence made him grit his teeth.

Song Weiyi's heart trembled, it seemed that men really couldn't be stimulated, otherwise Pei Yibai wouldn't be like a ferocious wolf right now.

His lips and hands kept igniting Song Weiyi's body, and Song Weiyi, whose mind became muddy, suddenly lost the ability to think, and could only let Pei Yi do whatever he wanted.

After an unknown amount of time, the bed returned to calm, and Song Weiwei lay there, only breathing hard.

Pei Yibai stood up, looking at Song Weiyi's sticky little hands from the corner of his eyes, his eyes sank.

Then he took out a few tissues from the side and wiped away the traces on her hands bit by bit.

"If your dad's birthday party isn't about to start soon, you see how I can deal with you now." After leaving a cold snort, Pei Yibai walked into the bathroom with a cold face.

The door was closed heavily by him, and Song Weiwei stared in that direction, unable to recover for a long time.

She buried her head on the pillow, her body went limp for a while, accompanied by traces of Pei Yibai's maliciousness, her snow-white skin was covered with bruises.

"It's really a dog. As for abusing my skin like this?" Song Weiyi muttered, but stared curiously in the direction of the bathroom.

There was a thought-provoking sound of water.

It turned out to be because of my father.

Song Weiyi became more and more embarrassed. This person, not to mention just now, made her take the initiative. The key is the consequences of the initiative, but it is not satisfactory.

She pouted, muttering something. "Stinky Pei Yibai, scoundrel Pei Yibai, if you don't tell me, how would I know?"

Rong Jingan's birthday party started at four o'clock in the afternoon, and Song Weiyi was struggling with what to wear.

The clothes she brought out from the Fu family were not many, and they were all casual clothes.

Open the closet, the clothes are neatly arranged.

She picked it two or three times, but still couldn't find the right one.

This birthday party is more formal, if she goes there in her usual clothes, it will naturally cause jokes.

Song Weiyi was not afraid of anything else, but he was afraid that others would look down on Pei Yibai.

"What are you in a daze for? Didn't you mean changing clothes?" Pei Yibai leaned against the door, his voice came from behind, his face still seemed a little dark.

She snapped back to her senses, and smiled awkwardly at him tremblingly: "No, I'm thinking about which one to wear."

"You only come and go with those few clothes, first pick out any ordinary ones, and then go to the styling room to have a look."

"Ah?" Song Weiyi blinked, but didn't react.

"It's already 1:30. In the past, it took more than half an hour to make a stylist. If you do a stylist, it will take no less than two hours. Are you sure you want to continue to dawdle slowly?"