Chatper 305 (1/2)

"Husband, you peek at my privacy."

"Don't change the subject, you haven't answered my question yet!" Pei Yibai pinched her little earlobe.

Song Weiyi's eyes rolled around, quietly sizing up his expression, he didn't seem to be angry?

"Just a little bit..." Although he was not angry, Song Weiyi did not dare to take it lightly. After all, this is a murderous act.

"What's your tone? If you do it, you've done it. Don't you just admit it?"

"I'm not afraid that you will say that I have done bad things!" Song Weiwei muttered.

Such a bad thing, you still need to take him into consideration?

Pei Yibai squinted his eyes and looked at the back of Song Weiyi's head. If he didn't catch her in time, if he really hit the back of her head, he might die.

Thinking of this, Jun's face suddenly sank.

This Qu Xiaoxiao was so bold that she dared to attack Song Weiyi.

"No problem, no matter how much you do such bad things, I won't blame you." Pei Yibai said firmly, stroking her hair.

"Hey, husband, are you not angry?" Song Weiyi blinked.

"I also know the difference between my wife and a passer-by. Why do you think I should be angry?"

Passerby? Did you mean Qu Xiaoxiao?

This answer made Song Weiyi overjoyed.

Yes, this vixen can at most be classified as a passerby.

Hmm, vixen?

Song Weiyi trotted to the mirror, looked at his own figure inside, and made a few gestures.

He is about the same height as Qu Xiaoxiao, has a more beautiful face than Qu Xiaoxiao, and has a better figure than Qu Xiaoxiao.

"At Qu Xiaoxiao's level, she can't be considered a vixen." Song Weiyi said disdainfully.

Hearing these words, Pei Yibai's face was full of dark lines when he looked at her actions at the moment.

"So, you are a vixen?"

"No, I'm your wife."

Pei Yibai "..."

The next day, the news of Sheng Lao and Fu Qishan's wedding once again dominated the news.

Song Weiyi was so frightened that he almost rolled off the bed.

Sheng Zhenguo and Fu Qishan are getting married? Isn't there still a while?

Just thinking about this, Rong Jingan called.

"Only, just beg you as a father, come out and meet me."

Rong Jingan, who once pointed at her nose and scolded her, now had an extremely pitiful tone.

A pleading tone.

Song Weiyi frowned, "What's the matter?"

"You'll know as soon as you come out, I'm downstairs at your house."

After hanging up the phone, Rong Jing sat anxiously in the small coffee shop in the community.

His eyes were bloodshot, thin, dark, and emaciated.

These days, Fu Zining quarreled with him every day, just like a shrew.

Pointing at his nose, scolding him for his incompetence, watching his daughter being bullied, but helpless.

Song Weiyi saw Rong Jingan at first glance, and was startled by his white hair.

"The only one, I'm here!" Seeing Song's only figure, Rong Jingan immediately smiled and stood up.

This smile was a bit flattering. Song Weiwei, who felt his flattering smile for the first time, frowned. She would rather see her alienated father than see him smile so flatteringly.

"What do you want to drink? It's so hot outside, why don't you hold an umbrella?"