Chapter 249

Song Weiwei didn't know how he floated out of Pei Chenyang's room, and after coming and going, Mengmeng forcibly instilled the idea of ​​helping her become Pei Yibai's little aunt.

Back in the guest room, Pei Yibai knew nothing about it.

"Is she all right? I went to see it in person now, are you relieved?" Pei Yibai had just finished taking a shower, and when he came out of the bathroom, he saw Song Weiyi pushing open the door of the room in a daze.

what happened? When he passed the master bedroom just now, he saw that Zhao Mengmeng was still alive and kicking. Why did Song Weiyi come back in worse condition than before he just left? What did Zhao Mengmeng say?

Pei Yibai threw down the towel to wipe his hair, and waved at Song Weiyi.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"Uh, I'm fine, I'm just a little surprised to see that Mengmeng is in much better condition than I imagined." Song Weiwei answered with vigor.

Before leaving, Zhao Mengmeng repeatedly emphasized that she couldn't tell him about becoming Aunt Pei Yibai.

After things are done, give Pei Yibai this "surprise".

To this, Song Weiyi just wanted to say, wasn't that a surprise, but a shock?

"She's in good shape, shouldn't you be happy?"

"Isn't this beyond my expectation? Just now, she obviously cried worse than me." Song Weiyi pouted.

That woman has long been seduced by her uncle's beauty, so she probably doesn't even remember who Sheng Zhenguo is now, right?

Crazy guy.

"Then don't worry about it, come here, your hair isn't dry, why are you running around?" He gave Song Yiyi a look, and took out the hair dryer to blow dry her hair.

Song Weiyi sat obediently in front of him, thinking of the farce in the bathroom just now, he wanted to laugh again.

Originally thought that after tonight's incident, she would be very preoccupied and last a series of low hours.

But she didn't expect that Pei Yibai and Mengmeng would scare her one after another, to the point that she had forgotten about Old Sheng.

Thinking of Old Sheng and his severed right hand, Song Weiyi shuddered.

"What's wrong? Is it cold?" Pei Yibai noticed Song Weiyi's movement and turned off the hair dryer.

"No, it suddenly occurred to me that that old Sheng, with his hands still there, was really chopped off, wouldn't the police intervene?" Song Weiyi stared at him blankly.

She has never been in contact with this kind of thing, so she doesn't understand it at all, and has no concept.

Song Wei only knew that murder was still illegal, and so was the hand that cut someone.

Their courage must be too great, right?

"I thought it was something."

"Isn't this a big deal? If he is caught or he goes to sue, what will my uncle do?" Song Weiyi was anxious.

"Let's wait until he gets the evidence. The fingerprints belong to his own bodyguards. The monitoring has been destroyed. If he has the guts, he can sue."

Pei Yibai sneered, Liang Zi could never be eliminated this time, if this Sheng Zhenguo has not been taught a lesson after being cut off with one hand, then it is time to think about his other hand.

This is the only Pei Yibai that Song has never seen before. He is paranoid, ruthless, and vicious.

But his starting point was all because of her.

If Sheng Lao hadn't deceived others too much, Pei Yibai would never have reached this point no matter what.

The fear condensed in my heart slowly dissipated. So, Mr. Sheng shouldn't be able to do anything to their uncles and nephews?

Song Weiyi let go of his restless heart.

She hugged Pei Yibai's waist and put her head on his chest.

"Well, I understand. But in the future, don't do this kind of thing. As for Mr. Sheng, he deserves it." But there are very few people like Mr. Sheng in reality.

"Don't worry, your husband, I'm not such a person who doesn't know right from wrong." Pei Yibai smiled faintly.

"Don't think so much, go to bed early."

"Um, yes, I have to go to work tomorrow." Song Weiwei patted himself on the head, almost forgetting about it.

"You can rest at home tomorrow."

"No need, I'm not delicate, isn't this an accident tonight? Mengmeng has been revived with full blood, is it possible that I still want to live in the shadow of a scum like Sheng Zhenguo?"

The husband and wife were talking from time to time, Song Weiwei nestled obediently on his chest, his voice became softer and softer, and finally, unable to resist the deep drowsiness, his eyelids fell, and he fell asleep directly.

Holding the lost and recovered baby in his arms, Pei Yibai couldn't sleep for a long time.

In my heart, I already had other plans.

He kissed Song Weiyi's forehead. He never forgot those who bullied her, and he would take it back little by little.

Adjacent master bedroom.

Pei Chenyang took a long time in the shower, it took nearly an hour from going in to coming out.

When it came out, it seemed that Zhao Mengmeng was about to fall asleep, leaning on the bed and taking a nap.

Awakened by the sound of the door opening, she rubbed her eyes, yawned at Pei Chenyang who was covered in moisture, and asked, "Uncle Pei, have you finished washing?"

"Is the sound bothering you?" Pei Chenyang was a little surprised. Besides, she was sitting on her bed. This scene was always a bit weird.

"No, I didn't hear that."

"That's good, you have a good rest, I'm going out."

Before Zhao Mengmeng could answer, he left. Behind him, Zhao Mengmeng nestled on the bed, biting the corner of the quilt, whining, as if he didn't miss it at all, it seemed that he was not interested in him.

The sleepy bugs had already run away following Pei Chenyang's back. Zhao Mengmeng got up unwillingly, picked up the photo frame that she had studied for a long time, and looked at the people on it again and again.

This kind of charming woman is completely different from her little loli type.

Uncle likes this?

Apart from having bigger breasts and being a little taller than her, there is nothing unusual about it.

Zhao Mengmeng put down the photo frame angrily, and got under the quilt all at once.

One day, I will fascinate you so much, let's see if you dare to ignore me.

She raised her fist and demonstrated in the direction of the door.

Pei Chenyang on the sofa in the living room naturally didn't know anything.

The next day, Zhao Mengmeng was awakened by a scent.

Squinting his eyes, he walked out unconsciously and floated directly to the kitchen.

Song Weiyi was cooking porridge with a spoon, and the taste came from here.

"It smells so good, Song Weiyi."

Zhao Mengmeng's elusive figure and voice almost scared Song Weiyi to death. She clutched her chest and asked speechlessly, "When did you come out?"

"Just a minute ago, I was hungry. My favorite pork rib porridge, my favorite pickled cucumber, my favorite..."

"Stop, stop, stop being the favorite, if you're hungry, hurry up and brush your teeth and wash your face." Song Weiyi pushed him out of the kitchen, not to let Zhao Mengmeng make trouble.

"Hey, you despise me, I just want to have a taste."

"Let's talk after brushing your teeth." Song Weiwei was stirring the porridge in the pot, and the old god answered in a grounded manner.

Turning back to the living room, Pei Chenyang, who was sleeping on the sofa, woke up. Following the sound, he saw Zhao Mengmeng wearing his white shirt.

Apart from the shirt, there is nothing underneath, so at first glance, the world inside can be seen at a glance.