Chatper 198 (1/2)

Seeing her flamboyant and bright face, Pei Yibai slammed on the brakes and stopped what he was about to blurt out.

This face should still be so bright and full of vigor, it is the only one in Song Dynasty.

Especially, I don't want to see her cry because of him, such a situation is only allowed once before.

"What? I'm guilty of what I said?" Song Weiyi snorted softly, showing what kind of posture you are.

"Eat." Pei Yibai simply changed the subject.

After arguing with him, Song Weiwei finally got some appetite, so he took the chopsticks.

Not wanting to waste too much time on eating, Song Weiwei swept the food on the table with lightning speed.

Eat two bowls of rice, plus a bowl of soup.

Finally, put down the chopsticks with satisfaction.

Only then did he realize that the thing in front of Pei Yibai didn't even move.

And his eyes were looking directly at himself.

"Why are you looking at me? Eat your food." Song Weiyi said angrily with a puffy face.

"I'm already full." Pei Yibai curled his lips.

full? She didn't see him move his chopsticks at all. Could it be that watching her eat can make her feel full?

When did I become so beautiful and delicious?

Song Weiyi suppressed this doubt and heheed a few times.

"Oh, you can do whatever you want. I'm leaving. See you, Boss Pei." From now on, she and him are just ordinary employees and their bosses, nothing else.

As for his pretense of not eating to make her feel bad, she would definitely not be fooled, Song Weiwei warned herself.

After leaving the restaurant, Song Weiyi walked to the nearby bus stop.

Before the car came, Song Weiyi remembered the topic he had talked with Zhao Mengmeng halfway through, and felt guilty for a while.

Turning on the phone, she realized that in the short half hour, Zhao Mengmeng had sent her nearly ten messages and one phone call.

The mute that was adjusted just now... must be scolded by Mengmeng now.

Song Weiyi looked at the screen pitifully, and clicked on Zhao Mengmeng's text message.

"Fuck, post-mortem medicine? Am I right?"

"You didn't take safety measures? This thing hurts your body, why is Pei Yibai doing this?"

"Why don't you eat it, it's not bad to be pregnant with a small carrot head."

"Song Weiyi, where did you go? Come out for me."

...

The further back, Zhao Mengmeng's tone became more irritable, and she was so anxious.

Song Weiyi touched his hot earlobe, afraid that he would be scolded.

Stretching is also a knife, shrinking is also a knife, she simply gave up the text message and called directly.

"Song Weiyi, so you are still alive, I have sent you N text messages." Zhao Mengmeng said angrily.

"Mengmeng, I'm sorry, I was eating just now."

"I'll settle this matter with you later. Now, tell me right away what's going on, and the medicine?"

"I'll tell you in the evening. I'm going back to work in the company now. Send over what I told you, as soon as possible."

Looking at the expressionless man behind him, Song Weiwei could only pin his hopes on Zhao Mengmeng.

"No? Really?"

"It's true, I won't tell you first, so be it."

Song Weiyi took a deep breath, put away his phone, and turned his gaze to Pei Yibai, who looked like a god with a black face.

The ordinary bus station, because of the addition of this man, suddenly seemed cramped and cramped, and his aura was everywhere.