Chapter 215

Song Weiyi "..." has internal injuries at this moment, and he doesn't have the courage to speak again.

Seeing that she hadn't moved yet, the doctor said even more bluntly: "Why are you still standing there? You are hugging in public, how many times do I have to remind you to listen?"

Looking at Song Weiyi's actions with disgust, he raised his eyelids and looked at Pei Yibai.

Any pot can be matched with any lid. This couple, one or two, are not reliable.

"Yes..." Song Weiwei nodded blankly and got up from Pei Yibai.

Song Weiyi felt ashamed when his eyes met those of Pei Chenyang and Zhao Mengmeng who were watching the show behind him.

How will she face Pei Chenyang in the future?

The doctor looked at Pei Yibai on the hospital bed, and said coldly: "How do you feel now?"

"It's okay." Pei Yibai took a deep breath and replied lightly.

"Hmph, young man, you must be restrained in everything you do. If you want your life, give me a good rest recently, or you will cry later."

What the doctor said is work, pay attention to the balance between work and rest.

But what Pei Yibai understood was because he and Song Weiwei's posture just now needed to be restrained, and Jun's face darkened faintly after hearing the doctor's words.

"If there is no problem, I will go out first."

There was a moment of silence in the ward, and only after the door slammed shut with a "creak" outside did several people regain their senses.

Pei Chenyang first burst out laughing uncontrollably, leaning against the wall, clutching his stomach, unable to straighten his back.

"Nephew, you have to combine work and rest, otherwise you are young and your body will not be able to bear it." Pei Chenyang was happy, and the past few days after returning to China have been the most amusing today.

Zhao Mengmeng also winked at Song Weiyi, but the difference was that she only dared to mess with Song Weiyi, not in front of Pei Yibai.

The actions of the two made the depression on Pei Yibai's body even more intense.

"It's funny?" Pei Yibai asked coldly.

Zhao Mengmeng's smile froze, and she stepped back obediently, not daring to sprinkle salt on Pei Yibai's wound.

"Eldest nephew, you just woke up, so angry, it's not good for your health." Pei Chenyang walked over and patted Pei Yibai's shoulder.

"Get lost." Pei Yibai shook off the hand on his shoulder in disgust.

"Oh, my nephew, don't react so strongly, am I worried about you?"

"Haven't seen enough? Do you want to leave voluntarily, or should I ask you to leave?" Pei Yi asked blankly.

Saying that, he lifted the white quilt, stretched his long legs, and got out of bed.

Seeing this, Song Weiyi didn't care about being afraid, and trotted over to hold his wrist, "Why are you getting out of bed? Aren't you still sick?"

Although the fever has subsided, it must still be very uncomfortable, Song Weiyi thought with great certainty.

"I'm fine." Pei Yibai's forehead twitched.

"Let me just say, what could be the matter? If my niece and daughter-in-law hadn't made such a big fuss, I guess I wouldn't even need that Laoshizi's fever-reducing medicine, and I'd be alive and kicking right now."

"Pei Chenyang!" Pei Yibai read out the three words word by word, his cold eyes were about to change into sharp ones and flew towards Pei Chenyang.

He even called out the three words Pei Chenyang, which shows how angry this man is.

"All right, all right, we are big light bulbs, so we won't bother you and your husband."

Pei Chenyang dropped a word rather sadly, grabbed Zhao Mengmeng's hand and walked out.

"Little beauty, let's go back first, the lights here are already bright enough."

Song Weiwei looked at the two tremblingly, and pouted at Pei Yibai, can she come together?

If they left, leaving her alone would not seem so good.

Thinking like this, Pei Yibai grabbed his arm hard, and he looked at her expressionlessly: "It's about Zhao Mengmeng and the others, not you, you, don't try to run away."

As soon as the two of them left, there were only the two of them left in the huge ward. The warmth from Pei Yibai's hands spread from the skin to her body.

Song Weiwei trembled slightly, carefully looking at the hospital bed behind him: "Well, aren't you tired now? Or, go up and lie down and rest first?"

"Are you with me?" A sentence that didn't pass through the brain at all, just blurted out.

Song Weiyi silently looked at the wrist tightly held by him, did she have any other choice?

"Then I'll help you there." Pouted, Song Weiyi said wisely.

Walking to the side of the hospital bed, she let go of Pei Yibai's hand, and was about to pour him a glass of water, when suddenly, the sky turned and she fell onto the bed in an instant.

"Pei Yibai!" Song Weiwei took a deep breath, scaring him to death.

Pei Yibai turned over, looked down at the little woman in front of him, squinted his eyes, and looked at her face seriously.

Where did she have the confidence to dare to fight him?

"You you...don't be impulsive." Song Weiyi looked at him pitifully.

"Are you pleading with me? Or are you talking about conditions?"

"Both."

"Where did you get the confidence?" Pei Yibai's face was ashen, and because of illness, his face was even paler.

She stared blankly at Pei Yibai above, trying to struggle. "Pei Yibai, you hurt my hand."

"It doesn't hurt, can you remember the lesson?" Pei Yibai sneered, only then did he see that Pei Chenyang had taken the opportunity to run away.

He hasn't had time to settle accounts with his uncle.

He even teamed up with Song Weiyi to deal with him.

"Is this how you treat your savior?" Song Weiwei looked at him pitifully and asked.

"Dislike? Then how can I thank you? Shall I promise you with my body?" Pei Yibai asked coldly.

Song Weiyi was overwhelmed by the horror in his eyes, heard the gnashing of teeth in Pei Yi's vernacular, and shook his head and smiled flatteringly.

"No, no, no, let me go first... um..." Song Weiwei's eyes widened suddenly.

Because that man blocked her lips viciously, and all the words that he hadn't finished speaking were blocked back into his stomach.

"Mmmmm..." Song Weiyi tried to push him away with both hands and feet.

But he didn't expect that even though Pei Yibai was still sick at the moment, his strength was still amazing.

There was a warmth on her lips, a taste that didn't belong to her, but a slight bitterness, which quickly occupied Song's only taste bud.

She felt a chill in her abdomen, and Pei Yibai's hand jumped over her clothes and touched her sensitive parts from bottom to top. Song Weiyi was frightened by this action, and his lips that were originally closed like a clam opened suddenly.

A triumphant smile flashed in the man's eyes, and the slippery tip of his tongue immediately entered Song Weiwei's mouth to make trouble.

"Pei Yibai, you... um...you bastard." Song Weiyi's vague voice spread from between the two's lips.

Pei Yibai ignored her words, and firmly kissed his little mouth that he had missed for several days, not wanting to hear any more voices from here.

This woman really didn't go to the house for three days.

The thought of being knocked unconscious by Song Weiyi in front of his uncle made Pei Yibai furious.