Chatper 134 (1/2)

"Honey, I know your 34C breasts are not small. I can see them even if you don't have to push them. It's just that it's useless if you push them out. Because of this matter, your objection is invalid." Pei Yibai smiled, showing a mouthful of white teeth.

Hearing this, Song Weiyi almost spat out the blood that was suffocating in his chest.

This stinking hooligan doesn't listen to the key points, but pays attention to the details.

Definitely a veritable hooligan!

She glared at Pei Yibai angrily: "Who told you about your chest? I'm serious about work!"

"Well, I'm also telling you my answer very seriously."

"Should I go to work or you? Why can't you go if you don't agree? Pei Yibai, you can't be like this, domineering, authoritarian, monopolistic, stingy..."

With a straight face, Song Weiyi uttered all the words he could think of to describe a person who was extremely evil.

Is it easy for her to get a job? It's fine if he doesn't support it, but he even despises it!

After hearing this, Pei Yibai looked calm.

Instead of the black face Song Weiyi had imagined, he smiled brightly.

"Honey, I just like your delicate voice, don't be afraid, think about it, see what words are missing, and speak slowly. If it's not enough, I'll use the computer Baidu to come out to you, how about it?"

As he spoke, he carried the computer over and placed it in front of her.

Really hit the keyboard.

Song Weiyi cried out of anger at his actions and words, stinky Pei Yibai, scoundrel Pei Yibai, you bullied me...

Later on, no matter if Song Weiyi acted coquettishly or flirtatiously, Pei Yibai's answer did not change.

Is it impossible to count on him to let go?

Song Weiwei felt aggrieved in his heart, thinking that you have to go to work during the day, and I am at home alone, no matter how long your hands are, you can't control me, just stand and watch.

"Once I find out that I have violated my order, go out to work privately, and stay at home and think about it behind closed doors for three months." Pei Yibai's words were put down lightly.

Song Weiyi was dumbfounded, her pretty face flushed with anger.

"Pei Yibai, you are unreasonable, feudal dictatorship!"

"Hey, no matter how bad I am, it's for your own good. Let's not talk about it. The takeaway is here. I'll get it."

Then, he calmly got up and left, while Song Weiyi was lying on the sofa, utterly annoyed.

For dinner, Song Weiyi had no appetite, but under Pei Yibai's coercion, she still drank a small bowl of porridge.

After that, ignoring Pei Yibai's face, he chatted with Zhao Mengmeng with an iPad in full swing.

"Where have you been? I sent you a message in the afternoon, and I'm only replying now." Song Weiwei said.

Over there, Zhao Mengmeng showed a burning expression, and tapped on the keyboard.

"You still have the nerve to talk about me? I didn't reply to the message I sent you last night. Why did you go to you?"

"Oh, sleep."

"Tsk tsk tsk, I sent you a message at nine o'clock, and you actually fell asleep? Sleeping with Pei Yibai? Sleeping with Pei Yibai naked? You have me in you, and your sleeping method in me?"

Song Weiyi has always known that Zhao Mengmeng is wretched, but after reading her words, he has a new understanding of Zhao Mengmeng's wretch.

"Zhao Mengmeng, what are you thinking about? Is it mush? Or bean curd? You've been thinking about all these things all day long!"

"Cut, I'm just telling the truth. Don't change the subject for me, have you and Pei Yibai reached home base yet?" Zhao Mengmeng spoke directly with her legs crossed.

Pei Yibai's movements paused, and he looked at Song Weiyi with a half smile but not a smile. Song Weiyi, who was still pretending to be cool, suddenly felt like crying.