Chapter 895

So angry, Song Weiyi didn't know how to speak up for Pei Chenyang.

By doing this, my uncle completely eliminated Song's only prejudice against him before, but...

"Don't talk, just be a trash can, just listen to my complaints. Also, don't speak for Pei Chenyang, otherwise..." Zhao Mengmeng stared at Song Weiwei and threatened.

Then, the whole process has been done by her.

Song Weiyi did not say anything, just being a quiet listener.

Listening to what Zhao Mengmeng meant, in fact, what he cared most about was his uncle's concealment. Furthermore, Zhao Mengmeng didn't trust this person at all due to his numerous criminal records.

At the end, after she finished speaking, she wanted to drink water to catch her breath, and Song Weiwei spoke.

She concluded: "Mengmeng, you suffered a loss once, and you are completely afraid."

This is a kind of fear. To be honest, in Song Weiyi's mind, Zhao Mengmeng's existence is undoubtedly powerful. It is only now that she can see that the seemingly powerful Zhao Mengmeng is more afraid of getting hurt than anyone else.

And the second point, what Song Weiyi said made Zhao Mengmeng react even more.

"You keep saying that you don't mind, but in fact, you are the one who cares the most. You mind my uncle's deception, and what you are most afraid of is not the previous loss. You are afraid that your heart will soften, you are afraid that you just agreed to Pei Chenyang, and you are afraid that it will be like before. In exchange for an absolutely unexpected ending."

Although these words were straightforward, they undoubtedly hit the nail on the head and hit the nail on the head.

"Song Weiyi, what nonsense are you talking about?" Zhao Mengmeng asked dissatisfiedly, frowning.

"Is it nonsense, you know it yourself, if you can't hear it, just pretend I didn't say it."

Song Weiyi took a few sips of the fruit juice, dipped it in a straw, and gave it to his son.

Jin Yan frowned, and walked away with a look of disgust.

Jin Xing, on the other hand, licked his mouth with gusto, and when Song Weiwei took it away, he still babbled to express that he still wanted to drink.

Seeing her like this, Zhao Mengmeng couldn't help but get angry.

"Tutu has made you a lot of trouble, right?" Song Weiwei turned around and asked.

"It's only started now. In the future, there will be more crying at night, especially if there is something uncomfortable in the body."

Song Weiwei said, and said to himself: "Speaking of which, Pei Yibai is still qualified to be a father. Every time I am so sleepy that I can't open my eyes, he is the one who takes care of the children."

"Just talk when you talk, what about beating around the bush? Do you think that Pei Chenyang will become the same as Pei Yibai, become the husband of the house, and surround the children every day?" Zhao Mengmeng asked with a sneer.

"What? No way? Uncle likes Tutu so much, he is definitely better than Pei Yibai. If you don't like hearing these words, just pretend I didn't say anything."

Song Weiyi shrugged.

Zhao Mengmeng yelled at her angrily: "When you didn't say anything? You knew you didn't want to hear it, but you insisted on saying it, and then you said it after the fact?"

The voice was too loud, and accidentally scared Pei Jinxing, who was licking the juice with gusto.

Immediately, the little guy's throat was pulled out, and he began to cry loudly.

"Woooo..."

Zhao Mengmeng froze, angry and anxious, she didn't do it on purpose.

"Hey son, your uncle is so angry, we don't know her as well."

Zhao Mengmeng managed to calm down for a while, and then heard that Song Weiyi actually called her son his uncle, and immediately exploded like firecrackers.

"Song Weiyi, what nonsense are you talking about?"

This time, not only Pei Jinxing was crying, but also Pei Jinyan was crying too.

And in the cradle on the other side, the bunny who had been sleeping soundly was also woken up.

Hearing the two babies crying in the room, they immediately burst into tears just like the weather.

Song Weiyi spread his hands, "I'm talking about the central matter, so why are you so angry? Women are duplicity animals. You take Joe now, don't you feel sorry for my uncle being beaten by your father?"

"Shut up!" Zhao Mengmeng twisted her nose angrily, coaxing her daughter.

It's just that the little ancestor who doesn't cry easily on weekdays seems to be addicted to crying, and won't stop no matter what.

Song Weiwei simply said sarcastic remarks at the side, "Look, my son is a boy and he is not afraid of being scared, just howl a few times. It's just that Tutu is a girl, and he is so small, how can he stand up to your scaring like this?"

"Song Weiyi..."

"Okay, I didn't say anything."

Now, Song Weiyi stopped, An Anxin coaxed her two sons.

Having said so much, I can't believe that Mengmeng wasn't stimulated.

In fact, from Song Weiyi's point of view, it was just a misunderstanding between my uncle and Mengmeng.

Now the uncle has untied his knot, and he is really kind to Mengmeng, and besides, he is Tutu's father.

Even if you can't accept it instantly, it's better to wait and see for a while.

After much difficulty, Zhao Mengmeng coaxed her daughter well while sweating profusely, while Song Weiyi started to do other things again.

Take out your phone and call Wang Meng.

"Wang Tezhu, I'm Song Weiyi, are you in the Pei family?"

"Oh, it's nothing serious. Did you see my uncle? Did he go to work today?"

"Really? Didn't go to the hospital? You advised him to bandage it. What if he has a concussion or other sequelae?" Song Weiyi asked nervously.

Next to her, Zhao Mengmeng told herself that she didn't hear anything, she couldn't hear anything.

However, Song Wei's voice penetrated into his ears automatically and consciously, as if it penetrated everywhere.

Zhao Mengmeng was about to explode, Song Weiyi did it on purpose, absolutely on purpose.

"He turned pale, did he lose a lot of blood? Why did you let him go to work? He also tied him to the hospital!"

Oh, too much blood loss? Isn't it just a little blood? Think she will fall for it?

Zhao Mengmeng heard that Song Weiyi's words were getting more and more outrageous, so she simply ran over, grabbed her mobile phone, and hung up the call directly.

"Mengmeng, what are you doing?" Song Weiwei feigned anger.

"Seeing you are not happy, so you are a traitor, you have already stood by Pei Chenyang's side? Go, go, take your son home."

"Tsk tsk, I just care about my uncle, and you are angry again."

"Shut up."

"Okay, I just went to the hospital to see my uncle, and I heard that he passed out."

Zhao Mengmeng froze at the application and passed out? how is this possible?

"Go, you are welcome to go."

Then, Song Weiyi took her two sons and left, Zhao Mengmeng was so angry that she stared at her leaving back for a long time.

This kind of woman should not be a friend.

Zhao Mengmeng returned to the bed angrily, feeling upset.

Obviously, before Song Weiyi came, she was in a normal mood, but now she was disturbed by Song Weiyi, and her whole body was out of order, and her mind was full of damn Pei Chenyang.

"You're crazy, you're crazy." Zhao Mengmeng ruffled her hair and ordered herself not to think about it.

However, Tutu also kept crying, and Zhao Mengmeng was even more upset by crying, wishing to cry with her daughter.