Chatper 137 (1/2)

After listening to Wang Meng's report, Pei Yibai did not speak for a long time, but his serious expression showed that he was thinking at the moment, not wandering.

He remembered clearly everything the Fu family owed to Song Weiyi. Although the Fu family was hit hard this time, Pei Yibai always felt that it was still not enough.

He is not a cruel person, it is because the other party did not touch his interests.

Once Pei Yibai's rights are violated, he will turn into a completely opposite person, this is Pei Yibai.

Furthermore, what the Fu family violated was not simple interests, but his wife, Pei Yibai's wife.

This is completely different from interests. A wife is more inviolable than pure interests.

"I see. I'm always watching every move of the Fu family, including Sheng Zhenguo, of course."

"Yes."

"If you have nothing to do, go out and do some work first." Pei Yibai waved his hand.

Wang Meng glanced at his boss, seeing that he was in a good mood at the moment, so he had the audacity to not leave.

"President Pei, I have a question."

"Is it about business or private?" Pei Yibai asked with raised eyebrows.

If it's business, say it right away, it doesn't matter.

If you ask about private matters in the name of gossip, then the door is over there, so walk slowly.

"I'm asking from the perspective of a friend. Actually, it's not a big deal. I just ask, when will I give birth to a little Pei Pei, so I can prepare a red envelope." Wang Meng said with a smile.

"During working hours, don't answer things that have nothing to do with work, Special Assistant Wang!"

"Yes, but my mother originally said that I would bring jujube tea over tomorrow. It is said that it is better for women's blood..." Wang Meng touched his chin and said regretfully.

Dao is one foot tall and devil is ten feet tall, Pei Yibai glanced over and said calmly.

"Remember what you said, I want to see this jujube tea tomorrow morning."

Wang Meng "..."

In the afternoon of the next day, Song Weiyi's spirit finally came back. Thinking of making an appointment with Zhao Mengmeng, she dressed up and went out.

Because the marks on her neck hadn't been completely removed, Song Weiyi was afraid of being seen accidentally, and she was embarrassed to tie a silk scarf around her neck. There was always a feeling that there was no silver here, after all, she never liked to fiddle with silk scarves before.

So before going out, I took the isolation and concealer and applied a thick layer on those red marks until they couldn't be seen, and then I let go of my cosmetics contentedly.

Just when she was getting ready, Zhao Mengmeng called: "I'm here, just downstairs from your house, please open the door for me."

"it is good."

The weather was a bit hot, Song Weiyi went down and opened the door for her, Zhao Mengmeng went upstairs bluffing.

This was her first time here, and it was a little novel and a little exciting.

"Pei Yibai isn't at home, is he?"

"Don't worry, he's not here, he's gone to work."

"So, you are at home every day now? Oh, Song Weiwei, how boring are you these days, being a full-time housewife?"

Song Weiyi felt a little ashamed when she heard that she was being used to describe a housewife.

Which housewife can be like her, fishing for three days and drying the net for two days?

"Just take it as me."

"Didn't you say you want to find a job? Why is there no movement at all?" Zhao Mengmeng asked again.

Isn't this just rubbing salt on Song Weiyi's wound? Thinking of Pei Yibai's warning, he felt annoyed, fearing that if he found a job, the result would be even worse.