Chatper 490 (1/2)

Song Weiyi looked at the man in front of him with dumbfounded eyes, and was stunned by his words.

Could it be Pei Yibai who said such words? She really heard right?

"Husband, there's no need to say that just to coax me, right?" Song Weiyi asked nonchalantly.

Her little heart was frightened.

As if Pei Yibai was so hungry, why did he pounce on him?

Could it be that he doesn't like young and beautiful ones, but mature ones?

Why is it different from what she imagined?

"I'm just telling the truth." Pei Yibai replied slowly.

"You like mature women?" Song Weiyi asked directly.

"No, what I like is you. It has nothing to do with the type, whether it is mature or young, just because this person is you. Our meeting was created by you at the beginning, so the credit lies with you. Next time, I will find you before you."

Pei Yibai held Song Weiyi's cheek and spoke softly.

The intoxicating tone, like the most pleasing vagueness in the world, made Song Weiyi fall into this tenderness.

Her originally pale face was slowly stained with a tinge of red because of Pei Yibai's words.

"Okay." Song Weiwei agreed, his voice was like a mosquito, so small that he could hardly hear it.

In the end, he also looked at Pei Yibai seriously.

"Honey, me too." Song Weiyi held her hand, only had Pei Yibai in his eyes, and couldn't tolerate anyone else.

"Um?"

"I only like you alone, whether you are the son of the richest man or an ordinary person. It has nothing to do with your identity, just because of you."

Identity is just the icing on the cake. From the very beginning, Song Weiyi never cared about it.

However, this identity also has some advantages, that is, when she is bullied, he can fight back openly, and when she is injured, he always falls from the sky to rescue her.

Pei Yibai nodded with a smile in his eyes: "I know."

Know it from the beginning.

Song Weiyi wanted to get up and throw herself into his arms.

But she accidentally pulled the wound on her back, causing her to inhale in pain and grin her teeth.

"Ah..." She exclaimed in surprise, which immediately made Pei Yibai nervous.

"What's wrong? The wound hurts? Why didn't you tell me what happened?" Pei Yibai looked at her reproachfully.

Seeing him like this, Song Weiyi smiled instead.

Pain has also turned into sweetness, a heart is like soaking in a honey pot, sweet and greasy, and happy.

"It didn't hurt too much."

"Let me see, isn't the wound open?" Pei Yibai turned to Song Weiyi's back, and cut a hole in the hospital gown to directly expose Song Weiyi's wound.

Wrapped in gauze, there was no bleeding, so it should be fine.

"Don't move around, you are a patient now, if you need anything, just tell me!" Pei Yibai ordered with a serious face.

"Okay." Song Weiyi smirked and hurriedly agreed.

Anyway, even his black face was just out of concern.

What else is there to be afraid of?

"What would you like for dinner?" he asked.

"Whatever, I'm not very hungry." Song Weiwei replied casually.