Chatper 182 (1/2)

Song Weiyi's tone was terrified, Pei Yibai's uncle was more like a smiling tiger, with a kind face on his face, but he was thinking of Xiao Jiujiu in his heart.

Where is this Pei's house? It was like a dragon's pond and a tiger's den, making Song Weiyi in this position feel like walking on eggshells.

"Don't think about it, my uncle likes to joke." Pei Yibai shook his head helplessly.

"He seems to be joking? Why are one or two of your family members so weird? Including you." Song Weiyi pursed her mouth and said in a depressed tone.

"Why did it involve me again?"

"I haven't settled the score with you yet, so I can't bring it to you?" Song Weiyi asked angrily with his hands on his hips.

Pei Yibai was silent, okay, now what he said was wrong or wrong, anyway, she has caught him, what can he do?

"You haven't said your uncle yet, is he really your uncle?" Song Weiyi asked cautiously.

"It's not my uncle, who could it be?" Pei Yibai had a puzzled expression on his face.

"There are many possibilities. I heard what he said to you just now. Is it possible that he is your father's illegitimate child?"

Song Weiyi kept his voice to a minimum, for fear of being heard, of course, the main fear was Pei Chenyang.

After saying this, before he raised his head, someone flicked his head hard.

The instigator was Pei Yibai, staring at her with sharp eyes, as if he wanted to strangle her to death.

Song Weiyi shrank his neck, "Why are you staring at me? I'm not, is it reasonable to guess?"

Who told Pei Chenyang to say what he just said? It's just flat.

"What are you thinking about? This is my uncle, dear, who is two years older than me." Patiently, Pei Yibai explained.

If his father was here right now, he would probably be so angry that he would blow his beard and stare at Song Weiyi's words.

Pei Chenyang was the old man of Pei Yibai's grandfather when he was almost sixty years old. He was only two years older than Pei Yibai, and he was not an illegitimate child. He was born by Pei Yibai's grandmother when he was in his fifties. At that time, he caused quite a stir .

"Really? Then he said that to mislead on purpose?" Song Weiwei retorted while clutching his head that hurt from being bounced.

"It's obvious that you are thinking wildly. If you want to know anything, just ask me, what do you think about those messy things?"

Song Weiyi pouted unconvinced and asked you did you say it? Besides, isn't it too late?

Naturally, Pei Yibai did not ignore her expression, "Why, are you not convinced?"

"What are you husband and wife mumbling about? Little niece, have you learned anything from your visit?"

At some point, Pei Chenyang appeared around them with a monstrous smile on his face.

Pei Chenyang's skin was white and tender, not a single pore could be seen, and there was nothing on his face. Exquisite eyebrows, high nose bridge, almost the best facial features assembled by heaven on Pei Chenyang's face.

It was shocking to look at it in the blink of an eye. Even after a while, when he looked at Pei Chenyang's face more carefully, Song Weiyi couldn't express the surprise in his heart.

A big man looks so beautiful, as a woman, she has a little inferiority complex, woohoo, fortunately she is married, otherwise, she probably doubts that she will not be able to get married...

Under this terrifying thought, Song Weiyi shivered fiercely.

"What are you talking about, little niece?"

"Oh, I mean, the tour is over." Song Weiwei smiled dryly, suppressing all the strange thoughts that had arisen before.

He told himself over and over again that this was Pei Yibai's uncle, nothing else but his uncle.

"What do you think?"