Chatper 162 (1/2)

"That's not what I mean. I don't want a divorce. Husband, don't be like this. I only recognize you. Don't want me..."

Song Weiyi was afraid. For the first time, she knew that jokes should be divided into occasions and types.

For example, talking about divorce is a taboo for Pei Yibai, even if it is a joke, it cannot be made.

Because marriage is pious and does not allow the slightest bit of slander and slack.

Today's experience taught Song Weiyi the most valuable lesson.

"Sit down." Pei Yibai pushed her.

Because of their actions, they have already attracted the attention of those around them.

This is also the reason why Pei Yibai wanted a private room.

"I won't sit, I won't eat, I'll go home immediately and think about it behind closed doors. Husband, you have to forgive me. I only make this kind of mistake once, and I won't bring it up again." Song Weiwei hugged his waist, crying No image.

As a beautiful woman, her actions really damaged her image.

But Song Weiyi can't control so much now, her only thought is to remedy.

After finishing speaking, Song Weiyi hastily wiped away his tears and gave a strong smile.

"I'm not hungry, I'm not eating, I'm going home now, I won't go to work in Voss again, husband, forgive me, okay?"

The tears that had just stopped rolled down again because of these words.

It dripped on the back of Pei Yibai's hand, burning his skin like sulfuric acid.

Facing Song Weiyi's red and rabbit-like appearance, he really couldn't remain indifferent.

But this lesson was what Pei Yibai wanted Song Weiyi to remember all the time starting from today.

Let her know what can be said and what can never be mentioned.

In the end, it was a bit better than what Pei Yibai had imagined.

This action of his completely frightened Song Weiyi, fearing that in the future, he would not easily talk to him about the divorce.

"Sit down and finish eating." Pei Yibai frowned, his tone was still the same as before, and his attitude had softened long ago.

It's just that, with a tough face, Song Weiwei didn't see his changes.

"I'm not hungry."

"I'll let you sit down." Pei Yibai emphasized his tone.

Song Weiyi was the only one to flinch, and immediately returned to his seat, and sat down slowly.

His eyes were still red, and if he cried for a while longer, he would probably swell into walnuts.

Pei Yibai pushed the tissue over. "Wipe your tears away, don't cry anymore."

"Ah? Husband, are you still angry?" Song Weiwei asked timidly with his eyes wide open.

"If you sing against me again, see if I'm angry."

Hearing this, Song Weiyi quickly took out a few tissues and wiped away the tears on his face.

The movement was a bit heavy, and the skin on his face was rubbed red.

"Can't let your face go?" Pei Yibai couldn't bear it anymore, and lightly scolded.

Song Weiyi's hand paused, and he looked at him stupidly, obviously not understanding what it meant.

Pei Yibai felt like a cow playing the piano.

The waiter delivered what they ordered before interrupting the strange atmosphere between the two.