Chapter 180

Song Wei's voice caught Zhang Ma's attention next to her.

"Who is this……"

"Song Weiwei, young lady." Pei Yibai took her words directly and introduced Song Weiyi's identity along the way.

As soon as the words came out, Zhang Ma was dumbfounded, "It turned out to be Young Madam? It's really good news, Young Madam, please sit down."

Mama Zhang has served Pei's family for decades, almost watching Pei Yibai grow up, she is equivalent to the chief butler of Pei's family, a senior figure.

Hearing that Pei Yibai actually took his wife home at this moment, he beamed with joy, now, Madam should feel relieved, this young Madam looks very delicate and beautiful.

"I'll ask the servant to serve tea. The young master and the young lady will sit down for a while. By the way, what would the young lady like to drink?"

"Whatever...whatever you want." Song Weiyi replied in a daze.

Regarding the attitude of this member of the Pei family, she was a bit confused. Apart from Brother Pei Yibai, shouldn't everyone in the Pei family be very disgusted with her identity?

"Does the young lady drink milk? This is better for the body."

"Oh, yes." Song Weiyi replied subconsciously.

"Then young lady wait a moment, by the way, young master, why don't I go upstairs and call the young master and the second master down?" Mama Zhang turned to Pei Yibai eagerly.

It's really a pity. I didn't expect that the master and wife are not here at the moment. If they were at home, they would definitely be overjoyed to see their daughter-in-law.

At this moment, Mama Zhang didn't know Song Weiwei's identity, nor did she know how dissatisfied Mrs. Pei was with Song Weiwei.

"Mother Zhang, there's no need. I'll go up directly with Weiwei later." Pei Yibai waved his hand.

"That's fine. I'll go to the kitchen and ask the cook to cook more dishes. What do you like to eat, Young Madam?"

Mama Zhang's smile and joy were clearly shown on her face.

Song Weiyi, who was still extremely reluctant in his heart, vaguely remembered his mother through Zhang's mother's face.

It would be great if Zhang's mother was Pei Yibai's mother, then she would be able to get along well with her.

Song Weiyi was almost whimsical.

However, it is completely impossible. Unable to refuse her kindness, Song Weiwei forcefully forced a smile, "I'm not picky eaters, thank you Mama Zhang."

Zhang Ma nodded and went down. After a while, another servant respectfully brought milk to Song Weiyi. In the living room, there were only two weird couples staring at each other.

"Sit down, since parents have gone out, they won't come back so soon." Pei Yibai's voice faintly sounded from the side.

Song Weiyi's eyebrows were tightly knotted, and he turned to him sullenly, deliberately took a step back, and sat down on the sofa farthest from Pei Yibai.

"Do you think I'm a virus?" Pei Yibai asked angrily with a dark face.

Running so far, is this to distance himself from him?

Song Weiyi was holding the milk and didn't even bother to answer a word.

"Wife." Just as Pei Yibai moved to the side, Song Weiyi immediately stood up in panic.

"In public, don't get too close, it's bad manners."

"Song Weiwei!" Pei Yi's face turned cold, and he called out Song Weiwei's name with a dark face.

"Fierce, fierce, do you think you are the only one who is fierce? You lied to me, do you still have the confidence to murder me?" Song Weiyi looked at him in disbelief, as if he was looking at a monster.

No, he not only has the confidence, but also dares to get rough with her!

Song Weiyi angrily touched his buttocks. He was slapped twice by Pei Yibai just now, so he must be red now.

Her poor little PP, I am sorry for you.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got, Song Weiyi really wanted to go up, so he slapped Pei Yibai's butt a few times, to see him slapping him and slapping him.

However, Song Weiyi only has this evil heart, not the courage.

Pei Yibai took a deep breath, he must be crazy to think that her eyes look like monsters at this moment.

"Stop making trouble, go upstairs and meet my uncle." Pei Yibai didn't want to let his achievements fall short, even though the current situation is far from what he expected.

"I don't want to see you." Song Weiwei raised his eyebrows and refused brazenly.

"Try again." Pei Yibai sneered, walked around the huge coffee table, and stood in front of Song Weiyi.

A cold and oppressive breath, mixed with low-pitched anger, rushed towards his face.

Song Weiyi ran away, but he couldn't run faster than Pei Yibai's wrist.

"Want to run? Do you think I will give you a chance? Tell me, will I carry you upstairs, or will you obediently follow me up?"

Before Song Weiyi could step out, the man grabbed his wrist firmly. Immediately, she was like a kite being pulled by a string, struggling hard but unable to escape the fate of being pulled up by the string.

"Are you using brute force to solve the problem again?" Song Weiyi blew his beard and stared in anger.

In front of Pei Yibai, she didn't even have room to use her little tricks. This perception made Song Weiyi feel bad.

"When you can't persuade with your mouth, brute force is not necessary. Besides, my wife, I forgot to tell you that even if you want to run outside, you can't open this door. So I advise you, don't waste your time in vain." Pei Yibai He seemed quite satisfied with this effect, a little bit closer to Song Weiyi.

In her eyes, Pei Yibai was like a demon, who approached her every step of the way just to eat her.

Song Weiyi shivered, imagining that he was carried upstairs by him like cotton wool, and greeted his uncle with an extremely bad image.

This is just a nightmare and terrible.

"Stop, enough, enough."

"uh-huh?"

"I've changed my mind, I'll go upstairs immediately." Song Weiwei dropped this sentence and walked upstairs as if he was dead.

Whatever his uncle thinks of her, she can do whatever she wants. As for whether she likes it or not, it's out of her scope.

Staring at Song Weiyi's back, the corners of Pei Yibai's mouth curled up even more.

Pei's house has a lot of space. After going up to the second floor, Song Weiwei looked at the bifurcation extending in all directions and lost his mind for a while.

"Go to the left, go to the innermost room." Pei Yibai reminded.

Just as Song Weiyi was about to leave, the little hand on the right side was held domineeringly by the man. The corner of her mouth twitched to withdraw, but she met Pei Yibai's uncompromising gaze.

Understanding the oppression in his eyes, Song Weiyi scolded him eight hundred times in his heart, and followed him reluctantly.

The door of the room was not closed, and through the half-exposed gap, Song Weiyi saw the structure inside at a glance.

Rows of bookshelves were filled with thick books. It turned out that this was the study of the Pei family.

A familiar voice came from inside, from Pei Yiting.

"Wow, Uncle, this airplane model is amazing. I have been in love with it for a long time, but my eldest brother agreed to give it to me only after I got the first place in the class."

Glancing at the indifferent Pei Yibai, Song Weiwei rolled his eyes and poked his head inside curiously.

"Scary...Pei Yibai, your uncle is so young!"