Chatper 527 (1/2)

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?