Chatper 318 (1/2)

Pei Yibai smiled faintly at Song Weiwei's angry tone and disinterested behavior.

"It's not too late to sleep."

"But……"

"Shh, let's go give old Sheng a big gift."

Song Weiyi was even more unhappy when he heard this.

Come to Sheng Zhenguo's wedding, it's too difficult, why give him a gift? It was a big loss.

"Let's go."

Before the wedding started, give this big gift to Sheng Zhenguo.

Sheng Zhenguo was chatting with someone, but as the figures of Pei Yibai and Song Weiyi got closer and closer to him, his body became more and more tense.

Especially the moment he saw Pei Yibai, he thought of his own hand.

At this moment, the way he looked at Pei Yibai was no longer as indifferent as before.

"Mr. Sheng, the newlyweds are overjoyed." Pei Yi arrived before Bai Yi, and Sheng arrived first.

And his straightforwardness revealed a treacherous atmosphere.

Sheng Zhenguo's face immediately sank, resisting the urge to tear his face apart with Pei Yibai.

With so many guests, he couldn't let others know that this hand was chopped off by Pei Yibai.

Otherwise, he will not be able to hold his head up for the rest of his life.

Not to mention, at least some mystery can be left.

"So it's you, Pei Yibai." Sheng Zhenguo tried his best to hide his anger, but he couldn't control his viciousness.

"According to seniority, I still need to call Mr. Sheng brother-in-law, and Mr. Sheng doesn't need to be out of touch, just call me Yibai."

Brother-in-law?

Song Weiyi had goosebumps all over her body, she would never say this unless the sun rose in the west.

"Yi... Bai..." Sheng Zhenguo squeezed out these two words from between his teeth with a cold face.

Although the invitation was given to Song Weiyi, Sheng Zhenguo also knew that she would definitely not come.

But today, she not only came, but also brought Pei Yibai along.

Immediately, Sheng Lao's chicness and sense of superiority in front of others were immediately compared to the dust by them.

He obviously suffered from Pei Yibai's body, but he had to grit his teeth and swallow his stomach.

The mute eats Coptis chinensis, and it tastes indescribably bitter, which is too uncomfortable.

"The wedding is about to begin, so I don't want to disturb Mr. Sheng for too long. This is my little care for Mr. Sheng. Let it be today's wedding gift."

As Pei Yibai said, an assistant following him immediately stepped forward, and respectfully handed a boxy gift box in front of Sheng Zhenguo.

Facing Shang Sheng Zhenguo's suspicious gaze, Pei Yibai generously explained: "This is a robot hand specially developed by the United States based on the structure of the human hand. It is easy to use and is not much different from a real hand. It is almost comparable. It is limited to 100 pieces in the United States."

Song Weiyi, who was standing next to Pei Yibai, clearly saw that Sheng Lao's face turned green, red, and white.

She bit her lip and pinched hard on the waist of the man next to her.

Lowering his voice, he muttered: "Aren't you doing it for Sheng Zhenguo's convenience? Wasting such a large amount of money for nothing, giving it to an insignificant... no, it's an enemy!"

Thinking about it makes my heart suffocate.

He would rather tear up the money and throw it away than have anything to do with Sheng Zhenguo.

"Convenient, it's not easy to give." Pei Yibai said meaningfully.

But Sheng Zhenguo, apart from being humiliated, looked at the gift box.

There is a limit of 100 pieces in the United States, and North Americans naturally go to the local market. Of the 100 arms, 90 pieces will fall into the local market.

And those people include ordinary people with broken arms, celebrities, and even black bosses.

The other ten are open to the Asian market, but Sheng Zhenguo is unable to order because he has no access.