Chatper 8 (1/2)

Her hand firmly held Pei Yibai's, and her fingers were tightly clasped. The power bursting from her body was transmitted to Pei Yibai's hand through her right hand.

He didn't speak, turned his head slightly, looked at his little wife's clean side face, and saw her persistence, persistence, and toughness.

Obviously her hands were trembling, but she was holding on. When she talked about longing for father's love just now, tears welled up in her eyes, but now she justly refuted her father.

Thinking of her apprehensive expression asking not to divorce her, it was just insecurity, right?

"It's wrong, it's wrong, you still have reason? You still regard it as an honor, don't you?" Rong Jing'an was half-dead from Song Weiyi's words just now.

Okay, now I will draw inferences from one instance and block him with what he said before?

What he wants to listen to now is not Song's only articulate speech.

Song Weiyi pouted, "That's not what I mean, I just hope that Dad can think about it seriously, we've come to this point, we can't beat the mandarin ducks and break up Yibai and me, right?"

If they made such a request, it would be a big hit, and his image would be irretrievable by then.

Old Sheng's side is very tricky, but this side cannot be completely ignored, Rong Jing'an quickly figured it out.

According to the previous plan, Song Weiyi was sent to the old man's bed without anyone noticing. If something happened and they were married, it would be a matter of course.

But now let's not mention that the plan is not going well, and Song Weiyi has become a married man, so he can't follow the original plan anyway, otherwise if his daughter is going to die, the whole Fu family will be in trouble.

Thinking of this, Rong Jingan took a deep breath and sat down on the sofa in the main seat.

He shot cold eyes at Pei Yibai, but he didn't get angry again.

"Is your name Pei Yibai? Where is your home? How's your personal situation?" Rong Jingan didn't beat around the bush at all with this kind of question.

As soon as these words came out of his mouth, Song Weiyi had a terrible feeling, because Pei Yibai's resume was not as good as Sheng Lao's, and his father would definitely dislike him.

Of course, it doesn't matter if Dad dislikes it, as long as she doesn't dislike it!

The problem is, she is afraid of hurting her husband's self-esteem. How can a father-in-law treat his son-in-law like this?

"Father, it's getting late, why don't you go to bed early? Let's talk about it tomorrow." Song Weiyi stood up courteously, laughing dryly.

It's only past nine o'clock, why is it so late?

"I'm talking to Pei Yibai, why are you interrupting?" Rong Jingan gave her a warning look.

Song Weiyi naturally understood what he meant, but she was more willing to defend Pei Yibai than to offend her father.

"Isn't this afraid that Dad is tired? Oh, by the way, Dad didn't seem to eat much just now. Are you hungry? I'll make some dinner for Dad."

Holding Pei Yibai's hand, he was about to slip to the kitchen.

Rong Jingan's voice sounded sinister from behind: "You are right, I am indeed hungry, go and cook me a bowl of noodles. As for Pei Yibai, sit down and chat with me."

Song Weiyi's forward steps suddenly froze, and he stood there blankly, with a disturbed expression.

"Go ahead, I'm fine by myself." Pei Yibai was amused and helpless seeing her defending herself like a hen protecting a calf.

How can Song Weiyi rest assured? Even took out the whip, instead of beating her, beat Pei Yibai instead?