Chapter 312

Zuo Fei'er fell asleep on the sofa, while Zuo Lan stood in front of the huge French window smoking a cigarette, and the smoke filled the air.

I have quit smoking for a long time, but recently I have become addicted to smoking again. I feel uncomfortable and depressed if I don’t smoke.

The smoke came out of her mouth, and the thoughts in her heart were disturbed, messy, like a mess, and depressed as if they were going to explode!

At this moment, the door of the room was pushed open, and Pei Yiyou walked in.

"Haven't you been quitting smoking for a long time?" Pei Yiyou walked over with her long and slender legs, poking out her long and narrow eyes, and directly snatched the cigarette from her hand: "Women shouldn't smoke."

"Give it to me!" Zuo Lan gritted his teeth.

"Women shouldn't smoke, not to mention, Fei'er is still here..." Not caring at all, Pei Yiyou put the cigarette in his mouth and smoked it.

Zuo Lan, who was restless in her heart, couldn't hear a word at this moment. She walked over and reached out to grab the cigarette, but Pei Yiyou was much taller than her, and she couldn't reach her when she stretched her arms upwards.

Finally, getting more irritable, Zuo Lan pushed Pei Yiyou's body fiercely, and snatched the cigarette.

But who knows, Pei Yiyou was pushed to the ground by her, his face turned pale in an instant, his breath was short of breath, his big hands fell on his chest, he couldn't even stand up, the pain in his heart seemed to be suffocating, his hands and feet It's even colder.

Turning around, Zuo Lan saw Pei Yiyou on the ground, her expression changed, and she walked over immediately: "Where is your medicine?"

"In the pocket..." Panting, Pei Yiyou said word by word.

Fumbling around in Pei Yiyou's pockets with both hands, Zuo Lan's expression was very anxious. After a while, he took out the medicine bottle from his pocket, poured the pills into the palm of his hand, took the water glass, and fed him to drink. .

After a while, Pei Yiyou's rapid breathing gradually calmed down, and he sat on the sofa, calming his heartbeat.

"Hasn't your heart disease improved a lot, why do you still look so weak now?"

Pei Yiyou's face was pale, and a forced smile appeared on the corner of her lips: "Are you worried about me?"

"I'm worried about you, am I still acting affectionate? When am I worried about you? I'm just curious!" Zuo Lan snorted coldly and said.

"It's never been better. It's been like this all the time. It's just going through the day. How can this disease be alleviated?" Pei Yiyou leaned lazily on the sofa.

During this time, his body has lost a lot of weight.

Zuo Lan said nothing, picked up Mayfair and put him on the bed, then picked up the water and handed it to him: "Here."

"When will you live with me?"

"Why should I live with you? It's better to live in my own house. It's only raining tonight, so I'm here. Tomorrow morning, I will leave with Mayfair. We have a villa, so there is no need to stay in someone else's house." don't go..."

Mo Qingfei's words are still stimulating her to this day, stimulating her fiercely, her self-esteem and pride will not allow it!

Hearing this, Pei Yiyou smiled lazily, his eyes fell on Zuo Lan, and he said meaningfully: "Zuo Lan, your forbearance is getting worse and worse than before."

In the past, Zuo Lan's temperament was stable and calm, with the courage and forbearance that belonged to a man.

It's just that the current Zuo Lan can easily be provoked by one or two words, tsk tsk, he's getting more and more restless...

"Never mind your business, it seems that it's not up to you to tell me what kind of temperament I am!" Zuo Lan's anger and irritability increased a little.

"Okay, I'll keep silent now." Pei Yiyou stopped talking and became quieter.

Zuo Lan sat on the sofa, picked up the red wine, and drank it in one gulp. Even she herself could feel that her temper had become irritable. This is not a good phenomenon, and she must correct it as soon as possible.

She has been in the mall for many years, and it is basic to not show her appearance. During this time, she has indulged herself a little too much.

"You really don't want to live with me?" Pei Yiyou still smiled and teased her.

"My patience is limited. Don't try to provoke me. It won't do you any good."

"Okay! It's getting late, go and rest with Mayfair, remember, no matter what it is, I will help you, good night."

After finishing speaking, Pei Yiyou leaned over, unexpectedly kissed her on the forehead, and then left the room.

However, Pei Yiyou didn't go back to the room, but went to the old man's room.

Many years have passed, but the old man's room has remained the same as before, without any change.

Standing in front of the desk with a slender and slightly thin body, Pei Yiyou casually flipped through the photo album on the side, and the most group photos were taken with Pei Yihuan.

The old man has always preferred Pei Yihuan in his heart, no matter what it is, it makes him feel very unwilling and unfair.

As the eldest son, he didn't get what the eldest son should get, which made him angry, especially angry.

"In a short time, how much do you think the Pei family will change?" Pei Yiyou smiled coldly and disdainfully, and his eyes fell on the portrait of the old man hanging on the wall: "Change the dynasty, the country will change, and the country will change." host?"

With slight footsteps, he walked to the bookshelf, flipping through them in a bored manner. Suddenly, a piece of letter paper slowly fell from the bookshelf and landed on the ground.

Bending down, he picked up the letter paper. It was indeed the old man's handwriting. Even if his handwriting was turned into ashes, he would still recognize it.

His eyes fell on the letter, and Pei Yiyou looked down line by line. After reading the letter, the arc of his thin lips became wider.

This letter is really good...

If those loving Pei family brothers read this letter, their expressions must be very exciting!

It's just that he doesn't intend to publish this letter now, and slowly...slowly...wait for the most appropriate time...and then attract everyone's attention!

At that time, it must be extremely exciting...

Smiling with his lips hooked, Pei Yiyou lazily leaned on the reclining chair. He felt that everything was getting more and more exciting...

After a long time, he put away the letter paper, walked out of the room, closed the door, turned around, and bumped into Pei Yijing who had just gone upstairs.

Faintly, Pei Yijing greeted: "Brother."

The relationship between him and Pei Yiyou has always been indifferent, and it can't be regarded as a talk, and the meeting is only at the point of greeting.

However, when Yifeng told him about that, he felt a little bit indifferent to Pei Yiyou's feelings that he didn't have at all.

"Go back to the room? How's your body?" Pei Yiyou asked with a smile.

"Thank you, brother, for your concern. It's already much better." Pei Yijing also smiled lightly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, making it impossible to see the thoughts in it.

While speaking, there was a slight cough, and the nosebleed flowed out again. He took out a tissue and raised his head slightly.

"It seems that the third brother is not so well, blood is flowing out.""

(end of this chapter)