Chapter 52

Pei Yifeng shrugged his shoulders, and walked out of the room first, followed by Pei Yijing, and Mo Wan and Pei Yishuang walked last.

When he was about to leave the room, Pei Zhenjiang's hoarse and dry voice came over: "Miss Mo."

Pausing, turning around, Mo Wan looked at him very worriedly: "Are you feeling unwell, or do you want to eat something?"

"Neither." Pei Zhenjiang's eyes slowly fell on her, and he only said: "You have seen what kind of condition my body is in."

"Do you want to eat rice or porridge?" Mo Wan asked resolutely, ignoring his words.

What exactly did he want to tell her, she was like a mirror in her heart, but his body was already like this, now is not the time to talk about that topic!

"Girl, I don't want to eat anything"

It was just a simple call of a girl, but Mo Wan's heart seemed to be injected with a warm current, and even tears began to swirl in his eyes.

He is the second person to call her girl, the first is grandma, and the second is him

"I know what you want to say." Mo Wan sniffed heavily, with a strong nasal tone in his voice: "I will take that matter to heart, and I will do my best to make him agree. My business, your most important thing right now is your body, I know exactly what to do, after all, I can't just watch my father die like this, do you understand?"

Pei Zhenjiang nodded heavily: "I understand, you are a filial child"

"Then you rest first, I'll cook some porridge for you." After the words fell, Mo Wan directly opened the door and walked out of the room.

Hearing the sound of footsteps coming from the stairs, Pei Yihuan just raised his head slightly to glance at Pei Yijing and Pei Yifeng, then lowered himself down again.

Pei Yijing's indifferent eyes fell on the second brother, and said softly: "Second brother, father is fine."

Still speechless, his eyes seemed to be fixed on the newspaper, but what no one noticed was that his tense fingers finally loosened.

"Third brother, what you said to the second brother is undoubtedly playing the piano to the cow." Pei Yifeng leaned lazily on the sofa: "The old man is fire, and the second brother is ice. The two are incompatible. The old man vomited blood angrily, and the second brother I don’t even know why the flowers are so red.”

Narrowing his eyes, he glanced coldly at Pei Yifeng, and Pei Yihuan put the newspaper in his hand on the table, and then went upstairs.

Mo Wan, who came out of Pei Zhenjiang's room, happened to see Pei Yihuan's figure walk into the room, she frowned, bit her lip, and followed after her heartily.

This time, she must show her trump card!

Moreover, if it fails again this time, it will be a complete failure.

Indeed, she couldn't put it off any longer!

Standing in front of Pei Yihuan's room door, Mo Wan stretched out his hand and gently knocked on the door, but his heart was beating wildly, as if it was going to jump out of his chest!

The next second, the door of the room opened, and Pei Yihuan's tall and straight figure appeared in front of his eyes. Seeing that it was Mo Wan, his handsome brows frowned, and he said bluntly, "Get out!"

A flame rose from his heart, but Mo Wan forcibly held back: "I want to talk to you"

"What are you talking about?" Pei Yihuan's squinted eyes fell on her, his tall body was leaning against the door, and he said coldly and ironically, "Is your body?"

"No, it's another thing that interests you very much."

"Do you think what you have in your hand can still interest me?"

"It's too early for you to say this." Mo Wan frowned, looking at him fixedly.

Hearing this, the coldness and sarcasm in his eyes became more intense, and the expression on his face was extremely arrogant and noble: "So what, if what you want to talk about is still the last time, then you can get out now! "

Without words, Mo Wan bit her lips, and took out the sandalwood box that had been hidden behind her all this time.

Suddenly, Pei Yihuan's eyes narrowed suddenly, and there was a fierceness in the coldness in his eyes, and with a movement of his big hand, he directly reached for the sandalwood box.

But Mo Wan was faster than him, and before his fingers could touch her, she had already hidden the sandalwood box behind her again, and quickly retreated into her room.

She knew in her heart that if it was more powerful, she would not be able to fight her at all. If he snatched her away, then even her last hope would be lost.

His handsome face was covered with a layer of frost, his slender body moved, and he slowly approached Mo Wan's room step by step.

His expression was a bit too sinister, and Mo Wan couldn't help feeling a surge of fear in his heart. He moved his hand and wanted to close the door, but his strong body had already pushed the door open forcefully.

The condescending figure was full of haze, Pei Yihuan narrowed his eyes: "Where did you get it?"

"Your father has it, he gave it to me." Mo Wan replied truthfully, and took another step back.

"Bring it here." The cold voice ordered.

"No!" Mo Wan looked directly into his eyes with all the courage in his body, his body trembled slightly, but the words in his mouth were extremely firm: "Perhaps, we can make a deal."

His slender figure stopped slowly, and his cold thin lips opened and closed: "Give me the urn, and then I will marry you?"

"Yes!" Mo Wan nodded heavily!

"It seems that you really haven't woken up." Pei Yihuan took a step forward with his long legs, reached out and pinched her chin, forcing her to look up at him: "You are not qualified to make a deal with me, the urn is mine. Definitely, but you and I will definitely not marry!"

After finishing his words, he stretched out his long arms and walked towards the urn behind her.

Holding the urn tightly, Mo Wan raised her cheeks and stared into his eyes: "Could it be that you can do things to women?"

Pei Yihuan's cold and deep voice squeezed out word by word from his thin lips: "The previous two slaps didn't touch you, it was kindness for you, this is your kindness.