Chatper 34 (1/2)

Song Weiyi suppressed his emotions for a long time, but after hearing this sentence, a mountain collapsed in an instant.

"Woooooo!" She let go of her lower lip, looked at Pei Yibai with blurred eyes, and burst into sobs.

"Pei Yibai, I will only have you from now on, you can't let me go!" She threw herself into Pei Yibai's arms and hugged his neck vigorously, like an insecure child, venting her grievances to her heart's content.

Pei Yibai did not push her away, but patted her on the back lightly. "Cry, you'll be fine after you cry."

Who says it's okay after crying? Song Weiyi desperately shook his head.

"How can my father do this? Does he regard me as a daughter? Why can he use his power to force us to divorce if he doesn't like the big things in my life? I can't believe it, I can't believe it!"

Pei Yibai smiled helplessly, there are many similar things in this world.

She couldn't believe it because she had never encountered it before, but now she believed it because she had experienced it herself.

"It's okay, didn't I promise him to separate from you?" Pei Yibai let go of Song Weiyi, and found that the wet shoulders were all her tears.

He took a tissue, handed it to Song Weiyi, and asked her to wipe her face.

That pretty little face is now mixed with snot and tears, the hair is also messed up, the clothes on the body are dirty, and the whole person is in a terrible mess.

Song Weiyi shook his head and pushed his hand away.

"No, I don't want to wipe. I'm going to cry. After crying, I have nothing to do with him."

Song Weiyi already understood the reason why Rong Jingan did this. He only promised well on the surface, but he didn't take their agreement seriously at all.

It was because she was too naive, she was too stupid to believe him.

Now she knew that he never gave up. He didn't want to give Fu Qishan, his favorite jewel, to Old Sheng, so he planned to get her from her.

What a wishful thinking, if it hadn't been unintentionally smashed, Pei Yibai might have been cornered by his father.

"In the future, I won't go back to Fu's house, this is my house." Song Weiyi hiccupped and said in a nonchalant manner.

Pei Yibai looked at that horrible face, pursed his lips, and moved the tissue in his hand over.

He wiped Song Weiyi's little face clean, so hard that her face turned red. After wiping, the little guy pouted and looked at him unhappily.

"Like a cat, ugly." Pei Yibai threw away the tissue, and Song Weiyi rushed over again.

"You still despise me, even you despise me!" She stared at him, as if he had made an unforgivable mistake.

Didn't you see her crying so painfully, heart-piercingly? Shouldn't he have served hot water thoughtfully? Woohoo, my husband doesn't love her at all.

Pei Yibai raised his eyebrows, "If I really dislike you, I should have asked your father to take you home when your father was here just now."

Song Weiyi's tears stopped shedding, which was boring. Although when I heard my father say that just now, my heart really hurt like a knife, but I felt that it was no big deal to have Pei Yibai beside me.

"Do not cry?"

She nodded, pointing at the kettle coquettishly, "I want to drink water." The water on her body was drained, where did the tears continue to cry?

"Are you ordering me?" Pei Yibai snorted softly, and Song Weiyi, who was originally nestled in his arms, shook his head flatteringly when he heard the words.

Although this husband is not considerate enough, he is still reluctant. The key is to know how to protect himself in the face of power, not to be afraid of evil forces, but to fight hard.

"I'll do it myself, you sit, rest, rest." Tears sandwiched a smile, but his expression was extremely bright.

She tried to stand up, but when she stood halfway, Pei Yibai pulled her back and pressed her down on the sofa.