Chapter 37

"Okay! Then what kind of movie do you think you and the old man are?"

Mo Wan frowned, and stared at him fiercely, while Pei Yifeng returned a charming smile triumphantly.

At this time, Pei Yijing came over, handed the two of them a cup of hot water, smiled and asked curiously, "Do you know each other?"

"know!"

"do not know!"

The two replied in unison, Pei Yijing frowned slightly in doubt.

Mo Wan smiled and added: "I met once before, but I didn't know each other, and I haven't spoken to him."

"So it's like this, drink some hot water to warm up your body."

"Thank you!" Mo Wan smiled brightly.

The female staff members have been staring at Pei Yifeng for a long time, and now they finally saw that he had time, they flocked over like crazy, asking for a group photo and autograph, Pei Yifeng glanced at it with a half-smile Mo Wan, then raised his signature smile to sign for everyone.

At the same time, many female staff members came to Pei Yijing for autographs and group photos. Everyone was as excited as if they had been pumped!

Many people were asking about Pei Yihuan's identity and address, and some people directly used the photo they took just now as the cover of their mobile phone.

Holding the hot water, Mo Wan retreated to the side and watched quietly, even she envied such a life!

The shooting went smoothly, and it was snowing heavily, so I got off work at five o'clock.

After tidying up the equipment with the staff, Mo Wan walked out of the set.

The snow on the ground has fallen very deep, and there will be a creaking sound when stepping on it. She blew a breath of warm air on her cold palm, and walked forward unhurriedly, feeling a feeling of walking in the snow in her heart . .

At this time, a royal blue Porsche slowly stopped beside her, the window was rolled down, and Pei Yijing's gentle face was revealed: "Let's sit together."

Immediately afterwards, Pei Yifeng also rolled down the car window: "Hello, Snow White's stepmother!"

Glaring at him angrily, Mo Wan smiled and said to Pei Yijing, "There is a bus right here, I'll just take the bus."

Pei Yijing looked at Mo Wan with a faint smile: "Then goodbye."

"Goodbye, you walk slowly on the road" Mo Wan bowed and greeted.

Pei house.

As soon as she stepped into the living room, a snow-white Tibetan Mastiff rushed over fiercely, biting the jeans, biting and tearing them randomly, her face was pale, but she didn't dare to move, so she just stood there motionless, heartbroken. Jumping wildly with a "plop plop", cold sweat broke out on his back.

At this moment, a childish voice came over: "Jiu'er, come here!"

The Tibetan mastiff seemed to have received an order, and immediately let go of her trouser legs and ran away.

Seeing this, Mo Wan breathed a sigh of relief, panting heavily.

Because she was bitten by a dog once when she was a child, she still remembers it vividly. What she fears most is the dog! Yi Pei will tell you.

At this time, Pei Yishuang came out, followed by the huge Tibetan mastiff.

Mo Wan swallowed involuntarily, Pei Yishuang's small body had already thrown herself into her arms, and she said very obediently: "Sister, don't be afraid, Jiu'er listens to me the most, whoever I let it bite, it will bite , it will not bite my sister indiscriminately."

She still glanced at the huge Tibetan mastiff with lingering fear, and seeing it standing aside very docilely, she hugged Pei Yishuang with confidence, and rubbed his hair: "Who named it?"

"I took it!" Pei Yishuang's voice was very loud: "Because my sister said that I am Xiao Wuer, so I will take Jiuer for it!"

Laughing, she kissed him lightly on the forehead a few times: "Well, Xiao Wu'er is so good, have you had dinner yet?"

"No, I'm waiting for my sister." Pei Yishuang smiled happily, wrapping her neck tightly.

"Okay, my sister will take Xiao Wu'er to eat together, okay?"

"it is good!"

When they got to the dining table, only Pei Zhenjiang sat down at the main seat, and there was no one else.

Greeting lightly, Mo Wan hugged Pei Yishuang and sat down beside him, feeding him dinner.

The dining table was very quiet, only the sound of Pei Yishuang eating could be heard. Suddenly, Pei Zhenjiang said in a low voice, "When do you plan to act?"

Mo Wan naturally understood the meaning of this sentence, she replied truthfully: "I don't know yet!"

"I hope you'd better act quickly." Pei Zhenjiang looked at Mo Wan: "You know my physical condition, and I hope you can marry the second child while I'm still here!"

She paused slightly with the hand holding the spoon, and said slowly: "If not!"

"Then what I said last night is all invalid. If you leave Pei's house, I will cut off the funding!" Pei Zhenjiang's voice was cold and heartless.

Her body froze and she bit her lip fiercely, not even noticing that the blood was dripping out.

"So you don't have a lot of time, and you don't have so much time to waste. The only thing you can do is to grasp every day and every minute. Cough cough cough cough"

Before he finished speaking, Pei Zhenjiang coughed again, and the butler behind him immediately stepped forward to pat him on the back.

The sound of coughing was close to her ears, and every time she coughed, it was as if someone had pinched her, making her almost out of breath.

"Sister, what are you and Daddy talking about?" Pei Yishuang raised her head, looking at her with bright eyes.

With an unnatural smile, she pointed to the dishes in front of her and asked, "Does Xiao Wuer want tofu or chicken wings?"

"Tofu!" He pointed with his tender little finger, and seeing the figure walking in, he shouted happily: "Second brother is back!"

Mo Wan didn't look up, just scooped up the tofu with a spoon.

Without saying hello, Pei Yihuan just glanced at the dining table coldly, his slender legs didn't have the slightest intention to stop, and went straight to the stairs.

Pei Zhenjiang looked at Mo Wan, saw that she just lowered her head, and sighed secretly. He narrowed his eyes, then stared at Pei Yihuan's figure, and said sharply, "When do you plan to hold the wedding?"

The slender body paused, turned around, Pei Yihuan put his arm on the white railing, mocking all over his eyes: "It seems that you are really demented, you can't even understand human speech!"

"I'm not demented yet. Let me ask you, when do you plan to marry Miss Mo?" Pei Zhenjiang said word by word, suppressing the anger in his heart.

The big hand untied the tie on the shirt, crossed his legs, put his hands on his chest, and said condescendingly: "You should ask yourself when will you marry Miss Mo?"

Her voice was low and cold, but her tone fell heavily on the words Miss Mo!

(end of this chapter)