Chapter 527

The words Tan Yihong made Pei Chenyang's originally heavy expression ugly.

"How can he come to your house?" Pei Chenyang not only didn't like Zhao Mengmeng, he grabbed her shoulder and asked with a frown.

Because of jealousy and anger, Pei Chenyang's tone was more questioning at the moment.

Zhao Mengmeng frowned tightly, "What does it have to do with you? You hurry up and leave."

She is now a "miscarriage" in the eyes of her parents, and it is certainly impossible for her to go downstairs to see Tan Yihong.

Zhao Mengmeng couldn't help but think that it would be better if she told her parents earlier that she didn't have a miscarriage, so that she wouldn't find a reason to go downstairs.

But, what is Tan Yihong doing here at this time?

"Why doesn't it have anything to do with me? You are my future wife, and you have a tryst with another man in front of me. Do you think it has anything to do with it?" Pei Chenyang asked with a sullen face.

The strong jealousy in the words was clearly heard by Zhao Mengmeng at this moment.

She blinked, then raised her hand suddenly, and touched Pei Chenyang's forehead.

The action surprised Pei Chenyang, but subconsciously held Zhao Mengmeng's soft and boneless little hand.

There was very little time between the two of them who really lived in peace. Zhao Mengmeng's action made the pores of Pei Chenyang's whole body feel as if they were being opened, making him extremely satisfied and satisfied.

Before he could hold her hand tightly, Zhao Mengmeng pulled her back severely.

"I don't even have a fever on my forehead. Why are you talking more and more nonsense? Pei Chenyang, go to the hospital for a checkup. I can contact the doctor for you." Zhao Mengmeng looked at the man in front of her sincerely.

Hearing this, Pei Chenyang's complexion suddenly darkened.

"Zhao Mengmeng, what nonsense are you talking about?"

The gesture of emotion is to test whether he has a fever?

Damn woman.

"Don't take my words seriously. From now on, you are Mrs. Pei. I won't leave, and you don't want Tan Yihong to enter your room." Pei Chenyang stood on the spot with steady steps.

Is this to compare patience with Zhao Mengmeng?

Everyone was standing at the door, Zhao Mengmeng couldn't possibly be Pei Chenyang's opponent at the moment.

"Pei Chenyang, you are shameless." Zhao Mengmeng's eyes turned red with anger.

He was about 1.8 meters tall, and he was barely 1.6 meters tall. He had no strength to restrain a chicken. It would be a dream to push him away or put him on the window.

"Yes, I'm shameless. From today on, I'll be shameless. But I'm only shameless towards you." Pei Chenyang looked at her seriously.

Even taking advantage of Zhao Mengmeng's anger, he quietly held her hand.

"Who cares? Is my brain flooded?" Zhao Mengmeng scolded angrily.

Outside, Mother Zhao's voice continued. "Mengmeng, Mengmeng, why don't you talk? Are you asleep?"

In the latter sentence, Mother Zhao's voice was obviously lowered a lot.

"Auntie, is it convenient for me to go in and take a look? If Mengmeng is asleep, I'll just go in and take a look at her." Tan Yihong's voice slowly came in.

Pei Chenyang's smile suddenly froze, and his face was gloomy.

This boy actually lingered behind Zhao Mengmeng.

"Don't let him in!" Pei Chenyang stared and lowered his voice like a warning.

Zhao Mengmeng heard his gnashing of teeth, and suddenly felt a sense of revenge in her heart.

Instead of being angry, she smiled, and suddenly climbed onto the bed, covered herself with the quilt, and called softly toward the door: "Mom, I'm not asleep, let Tan Yihong come in."

"It turns out that I didn't fall asleep, so I can go in."

Pei Chenyang stared at Zhao Mengmeng, almost popping his eyes out.

Did she do it on purpose to expose him to Zhao's mother and that Tan Yihong? Then let them beat themselves up?

At this moment, he really felt like breaking the jar.

It's not a big deal to let them in, and if they get caught, they get caught.

only……

Thinking of the Zhao family's disgust towards him, Pei Chenyang's thoughts of doing this suddenly faded away.

The first one waiting for him in a while was not a violent beating.

Probably in front of Tan Yihong, he asked someone to take him out.

If so, it would be embarrassing.

Wouldn't it encourage Tan Yihong's confidence?

After sorting this out, Pei Chenyang could only hold back his breath.

However, he didn't follow Zhao Mengmeng's intention and left her room.

Instead, in front of Zhao Mengmeng, he suddenly got on her bed, with her super big puppet exposed above his head.

"You..." Zhao Mengmeng stared blankly at this scene, completely dumbfounded.

With a "click", the door opened, and Zhao's mother led Tan Yihong in who came to visit Zhao Mengmeng.

"The only one isn't there?" Looking around, Mother Zhao was surprised to see only her daughter sitting on the bed.

Zhao Mengmeng laughed dryly, and scolded Song Weiyi all over her heart. This woman turned out to be double-faced and helped Pei Chenyang.

"Go out to answer the phone." Zhao Mengmeng said perfunctorily.

"So it's like this... Why is the window open? It's such a cold day, and there's such a strong wind..." Zhao's mother was sullen and almost had a fit.

I don't know if the wind can't blow at all at this time?

How many times has she warned her daughter about this? Didn't listen at all.

"Mom, I feel too bored, I must pay attention next time." Before Zhao's mother blamed her, Zhao Mengmeng immediately raised her hand to admit her mistake.

"You'd better be able to do it, otherwise I won't deal with you." Mother Zhao read a sentence, walked to the window and closed it.

Zhao Mengmeng raised her heart, Pei Chenyang's ladder was still there just now, if her mother found out...

It's just that she worried too much.

Because after Pei Chenyang landed for a while, Pei Chenyang's people took the ladder back immediately, so Mother Zhao didn't notice anything unusual.

"Well, if there's nothing else, go down and get busy, Mom."

Zhao Mengmeng turned her eyes to Tan Yihong with some guilt, and Tan Yihong's gaze was fixed, looking at herself motionless.

Those eyes were hot, concerned, and full of worry.

"Okay, let's have a chat, I won't bother you anymore."

After Mother Zhao left, there was a brief silence in the room.

It was the first time that Pei Chenyang was so close to Zhao Mengmeng who was lying under the blanket. The warm blanket was filled with the smell of Zhao Mengmeng, and he took a big mouthful of satisfaction.

Just thinking that there was another Tan Yihong outside, Pei Chenyang's body immediately tensed up.

"Mengmeng, are you okay?" Tan Yihong walked over, not to mention his worry and concern for Zhao Mengmeng after Zhao's mother left.

"It's okay, monitor, why are you here? Isn't it time for class?" Zhao Mengmeng laughed dryly.

As soon as he said a word, he felt a big hand on his waist gently scratching himself.

She cursed in a low voice, what the hell does Pei Chenyang want to do?

"I don't worry about you. I wanted to visit you a few days ago." But Zhao's father said it was inconvenient and was declined.