Chatper 187 (1/2)

After leaving the gate of Pei's house, Song Weiyi hadn't had time to be crammed into the car when a burst of dazzling lights came straight towards them.

Song Weiyi covered his eyes with his hands, and a few seconds later, Pei Chengde's car stopped beside them.

"My dad is back." Pei Yibai told Song Weiyi nonchalantly.

She froze for a moment, grabbed Pei Yibai's hand and looked at the car, subconsciously wanting to leave.

She can't stand up to Mrs. Pei, let alone the richest man.

"What are you hiding from? Where do you think you can hide now?" Pei Yibai said coldly, directly blocking Song Weiyi's way.

Song Weiyi stared at the man in front of him speechlessly, "I don't want to see your father."

The voice was still a little annoyed.

"It's not a wise choice to be awkward at this time. If there is anything, let's go back and talk about it."

As he spoke, he took Song Weiyi's hand and greeted him.

"Well, Yibai?" Pei Chengde met with a friend he hadn't seen in twenty years today, and drank a little too happily, Song Wei only saw the other party's face glowing red.

"Dad, are you back?"

"It's so late, are you going out?" Pei Chengde looked at his son suspiciously, because he was a little drunk, and it was much harder to speak.

"Your mother has been nagging you several times. Go and persuade her not to leave tonight. Your house is so unpopular. Do you think this is an inn?"

Song Weiyi was confused, blinking his eyes, and realized that he had stood beside Pei Yibai for so long, yet her father-in-law hadn't said a word.

Did this father-in-law ignore his own existence?

"Not tonight, Dad, you should go back early and have a rest." Pei Yibai did not introduce Song Weiyi's identity.

Seeing that Pei Chengde's state is not right at this moment, there is no need to say it at this time.

"Well, I'm a little dizzy, you can do whatever you want." Pei Chengde rubbed his forehead, his footsteps were a little messy, a typical symptom of drinking too much.

Pei Yibai helped him, and said to Xiao Li who was driving: "Let's help my dad into the house first."

"Yes, sir."

It was already eleven o'clock when we got home, and Song Weiyi was exhausted all over. Going to Pei's house was like fighting a battle, and he was exhausted physically and mentally.

After that, she fell asleep, and Pei Yibai could only stare at her heartless with a gloomy expression.

She can still sleep at this time, shouldn't she be admired for her broad mind and fat body?

The next day Song Weiyi got up as usual and found that Pei Yibai had already woken up.

"Let's talk." Pei Yibai's opening remarks were clean and neat.

There was a layer of blue stubble on his chin, and he obviously only got up a few minutes earlier than Song Weiyi, and he didn't even have time to go to the bathroom to take care of himself.

Song Weiwei's back stiffened, and he sat silently on the head of the bed.

"Now, you still insist on divorcing me?" Pei Yibai walked over and sat down beside her, with a clear breath blowing over his face.

Song Weiyi hugged his legs, looked at the sheets blankly, and remained silent.

This time Pei Yibai's emotions were so stable when it was rare to mention divorce, shouldn't she be happy?

"What do you mean by not talking? At least tell me what you think?" Pei Yibai frowned, expressing dissatisfaction with Song Weiyi's silence.

After licking his dry lips, Song Weiyi had difficulty opening his mouth. "Pei Yibai, I don't want to be a conflict between you and your family."

Last night, she didn't fall asleep, but in order to create the illusion of falling asleep, she maintained a posture until dawn.