Good night, Mr. Pei

Chapter 20 Wife Consciousness

There was no kiss as expected, Pei Moyan suddenly sat up straight, "You really don't have the self-consciousness to be a wife."

Ai Xiangnuan blushed involuntarily.

He said and stretched out a hand to her eyes.

The fingers are slender, the phalanges are well-proportioned, and the hands are very beautiful.

He didn't even have time for Ai Xiangnuan to react, he directly took her hand and led her out of the car.

The palms were pressed together, the temperature was a bit scorching, and there was a numb, crisp feeling of electric shock.

His palms were dry, but her palms were covered with a fine layer of sweat.

The butler, Zheng Bo, saw them getting out of the car holding hands, with a kind smile on his face.

"Master, madam. Do you need to prepare supper?" The butler looked at Ai Xiangnuan and asked.

Pei Moyan didn't have the habit of eating late at night.

Ai Xiangnuan didn't want to trouble Zheng Bo and his servants.

She smiled and said, "Thank you Uncle Zheng, no need."

After Zheng Bo left, Pei Moyan let go of Ai Xiangnuan's hand.

Holding hands is probably for Zheng Bo to see...

But Ai Xiangnuan didn't take this episode to heart, but his breath seemed to be imprinted on her lips, making people daydream.

She changed her slippers, said "good night" to Pei Moyan, and went upstairs.

Pei Moyan walked to the wine cabinet, took a tall glass wine glass, and poured himself a glass of wine.

He was sitting on the sofa with a wine glass in one hand and a mobile phone in the other, as if he was waiting for a call.

After a while, the phone in his hand rang.

Pei Moyan glanced at the name on the caller ID, his eyes softened, and he pressed the answer button.

"Mom." Pei Moyan's voice was clear with a smile.

"A Yan, I heard that you are a treasure in the golden house?" Qin Muxue's voice was very soft, and the tone didn't sound like she was talking to her son, but rather like gossiping among friends.

"Mom, Bo Zheng and Zhou Zhou should have told you." Pei Moyan put down the wine glass in his hand, couldn't help but touch his forehead, a little helpless.

"I want to hear it from you." Qin Muxue's tone was like that of a spoiled girl.

It is said that knowing a son is better than a mother, but her son has a deep mind, and she can't figure it out at all, so some things must be said by him.

A slight smile floated on the corner of Pei Moyan's mouth, and he replied, "Well, I'm married."

Qin Muxue is a person with a very simple mind, like an old child: "Show me some other day! No, you can take some photos or videos for me now."

"Mom, she's too tired, she's asleep now."

"Really?" Qin Muxue's smile sounded a little tinged, "Then Mom won't bother you, you go quickly, even though you are newly married, you should exercise a little restraint and pay attention to your body!"

Pei Moyan was speechless: ...

……

the next day.

Ai Xiangnuan woke up at dawn.

After she washed and changed her clothes, when she went downstairs to have breakfast, she found Pei Moyan and Pei Zizhou there.

Seeing her going downstairs, Pei Moyan ordered the servant to prepare breakfast for her.

"Nuannuan, morning!" Pei Zizhou waved at her.

Ai Xiangnuan smiled and narrowed her beautiful eyes: "Good morning!"

The three of them were eating breakfast when Pei Moyan's cell phone rang suddenly.

He picked up the phone, frowned, and pressed the answer button without hesitation.

"Hey?"

"..."

I don't know what the other party said, but Pei Moyan's face turned cold.

During the whole call, Pei Moyan said very little.

"Yiqian, your home is in Nanqing City, so you should come back. If you have nothing else to do, then hang up."

After speaking, he hung up the phone directly and continued to eat breakfast as if nothing happened.

Ai Xiangnuan always felt that the woman named Yiqian on the phone had an unusual relationship with Pei Moyan.

Her sixth sense has always been accurate.

However, she didn't take it to heart.

After dinner, Ai Xiangnuan was about to go upstairs when Pei Moyan called to stop him.

She turned around and looked at Pei Moyan, her eyes were as bright as lacquer.

She was wearing a white short-sleeved T-shirt, a pair of denim shorts with suspenders, her long hair was casually tied into a bun, and she wore a delicate hairpin on the side.

Very pure and beautiful dress, so tender that people can't help but want to love it...

(End of this chapter)