Chatper 22 (1/2)

The more Pei Yibai listens, the more subtle his expression becomes. You have to obey what your wife says, remember your wife's birthday, and wait for makeup. This is the modern version of the three obediences and four virtues, right?

But the point is, he has become an object who must obey these rules. Is this feeling too bad?

A weird smile flashed in the man's deep and dark eyes, but the little woman next to him didn't notice it at all, and continued to pinch her fingers, preparing to settle Pei Yibai's case.

"No, there's no basis for what you say. What if you go back on your word when the time comes?" Song Weiwei asked back with a delicate frown.

so? Pei Yibai had a bad feeling in his heart.

The next moment, the little woman nestled in his arms got up and ran excitedly to the room, not forgetting to talk to him.

"I'm going to get a pen and paper and write it all down."

Song Weiyi opened Pei Yibai's drawer, happily finding the tools he needed.

Without a printer, she was not afraid of trouble. She did it herself and wrote out the clauses she mentioned one by one.

Half an hour later, Song Weiyi raised his head from the desk, holding a piece of paper with 30 clauses written on it, with a brilliant smile.

"My father did a good thing for me anyway. This handwriting is simply a masterpiece of a calligrapher."

When he just returned to Fu's house, Rong Jingan disliked Song Weiwei's handwriting to the point of disdain. He felt that an outsider saw her handwriting and directly humiliated him, so he forced Song Weiwei to practice handwriting, and even gave her a report. Calligraphy class.

Of course, Song Weiyi, who was in his teens, had just lost his mother and was completely unfamiliar with this father, so he resisted and rejected him.

Naturally, she followed Rong Jingan's voice everywhere.

But at that time, she was under the eaves, younger and less able. Rong Jingan just had to order the servant not to give her food, and Song Weiyi had to be obediently hungry.

This is the end of going against Rong Jing'an. After Song Weiyi knew it, he didn't dare to contradict him anymore, so he obediently learned to write, and it is rare to have today's results.

After coming out with the written note, a big lamp was on in the living room alone. Song Weiyi paused, and found that the man in the living room had fallen asleep leaning on the sofa because he had been waiting for too long.

His back was straight, he was leaning on the sofa, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if he was troubled.

"Isn't it? I haven't finished talking yet. You haven't signed your signature yet. How can you sleep?" Song Weiwei held his mouth, wanting to cry but not crying.

Didn't she struggle for half an hour in vain? His hands were sore and almost broke, yet he let her fall into a deep sleep?

"Hey, hey, you didn't do it on purpose, did you?" Song Weiwei curled his lips when he thought of this possibility.

Pei Yibai's expression didn't change at all, as if he didn't hear her, his eyes were still tightly closed, as if he was fast asleep.

This is, really asleep?