Chatper 938 (1/2)

After Pei Chenyang finished speaking, he collapsed on Zhao Mengmeng's body with his mouth next to her ear, clearly taking advantage of her.

Warm breaths came to her neck, Zhao Mengmeng was trembling all over, but Pei Chenyang deliberately got closer, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.

However, just now her daughter was startled, and Zhao Mengmeng didn't dare to yell loudly even if she wanted to kill him.

In order not to backfire, instead of scaring Pei Chenyang away, she scared her daughter to tears.

"Pei Chenyang, get the hell out of here, don't go too far." Zhao Mengmeng shouted angrily in a low voice.

The driver sitting in the front driving seat silently retracted from the partition.

Second master, you are really in a hurry, you dare to mess around at this time...

"I'm dizzy, so dizzy, did Zhao Mengmeng get pushed by you?" Pei Chenyang became more aggressive, and moved his head closer to her neck.

"You..." Zhao Mengmeng was so angry that she couldn't utter a complete sentence.

"Second Master, are you okay?" Suddenly, the driver's concerned voice came from the front.

"Miss Zhao, our second master has not yet been discharged from the hospital. The doctor said that he suffered a concussion and may be really unwell." Immediately afterwards, reminders followed.

Zhao Mengmeng was about to push Pei Chenyang away when she froze suddenly, her hand rested on Pei Chenyang's waist, neither pushing nor not pushing.

She also remembered very clearly that when Lin Minhao pushed him just now, Pei Chenyang's body shook.

Concussion?

Zhao Mengmeng frowned, and cursed a few words in her heart, is he a pig? People with concussions, why are they running around?

Pei Chenyang didn't know what Zhao Mengmeng was thinking at the moment, but he just tried his best to get some interest back.

Just what's the use?

The beauty is in his arms, but his heart is not in him.

More importantly, he can only take advantage of it, and can't really provide some actual content.

"Don't think that you can make progress by using concussion as a cover." Zhao Mengmeng said coldly.

From the way he looked, it didn't look like a concussion.

"What are you still doing? Concussion, then take him back to the hospital." Zhao Mengmeng said angrily to the driver in front.

Pei Chenyang raised his head and took the opportunity to kiss her on the lips.

"Baji", there was no sound, but Zhao Mengmeng clearly felt the moment when his lips lingered on her own.

A tingling sensation, like an electric shock, hit the whole body.

But then came the voice of Zhao Mengmeng wanting to kill.

"Pei Chenyang, do you believe that I'm really angry?"

"Mengmeng, you care about me." Pei Chenyang moved her head back slightly, turned her head to the League of Nations, and looked at each other face to face.

The smile on the corner of his mouth was extremely dazzling.

"I'm very happy. Sure enough, you are a woman who cares about me and says nothing."

Pei Chenyang's voice was a little light, as if he was about to go to heaven.

He couldn't help but think of a sentence, a woman says no, but her body is very honest.

Zhao Mengmeng is similar to this one, who refuses to admit that she cares about him, but her reaction can't deceive anyone.

For this reason, Pei Chenyang was in a good mood, as if he had eaten candy, his whole body was about to float.

"Who cares about you? Who cares about you?" Zhao Mengmeng asked twice in succession.

"You're guilty, and your tone is out of tune." Pei Chenyang smiled all over his face, as if he needed a beating no matter what.

"To shut up."

"Shut up? Okay, I want to be more practical." He suddenly broke Zhao Mengmeng's head and kissed it in one breath.

"Well..." Her pupils were wide open, and she looked at Pei Chenyang in shock and surprise.

"If you are angry...you want to hit me...well...after I recover...you can hit me whatever you want."

Zhao Mengmeng didn't know how she got home. In fact, when they were "arguing" here, little Tutu fell asleep while drinking milk.