Genius Bady and Bad Daddy

After leaving with Xiaowu and Nina, Pei Yilin and Song Qian were left in the room.

The atmosphere was quiet with a gentle breeze.

The curtains where Song Qian had been hiding were also faintly hanging, with a charming fragrance. Pei Yilin narrowed his eyes and a warm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Thinking that Song Qian had tightened his body just now and didn't want him to find any strange cute appearance, Pei Yilin felt a sense of relief and a rare sense of comfort surged into his heart.

He did not want to stay where he was, but to walk towards the wooden cabinet as soon as possible.

Come on, come on, come on...

"Qian..." Her eagerness was apparent. Pei Yilin was getting closer and closer to song qian.

With every step he took, he could smell more of her, so nostalgic, so infatuated.

Song qian hid behind the wooden cabinet and frowned at the fluttering curtains.

It was not far from her. As long as she was fast enough, she could get there before Pei Yilin came.

But, is that really the case?

Song Qian hesitated...

Only when he called out softly did Song Qian suppress the hesitation in his heart and change into a cold look.

Perhaps she could find a better way to escape without hurting herself.

Song Qian's eyes narrowed and her brain worked very fast. Finally, before Pei Yilin's footsteps got closer and closer to the wooden cabinet, she had a brilliant idea in her heart.

Maybe she could knock Pei Yilin out and then go out pretending to be him.

Once outside, she could change into a bodyguard suit and leave quietly.

With his mind set, Song Qian held his breath and waited for Pei Yilin's arrival, just to give him a sudden attack.

Pei Yilin was trying to get close, but once Song Qian was a little reluctant, he would give up immediately.

But Song Qian said nothing, not even leaving the cabinet.

This action delighted Pei Yilin - perhaps, his performance just now made Song Qian very satisfied!

The corner of his mouth curled up in a doting arc as he strode towards Song Qian with a brisk and joyful pace.

"Qian, it's time to come out..." Pei Yilin walked to the wooden cabinet in three steps and two steps, trying to quickly cross the cabinet and hold Song Qian behind it.

But behind the wooden cabinet, Song Qian dodged a sudden noise, which made him afraid to move forward.

On top of that, Pei Yilin suddenly remembered how Song Qian had been hiding behind the curtains, and knew that he was a little too eager.

"Qian..." He sighed, doting on Song Qian, who was unfamiliar with him.

"Who's your Qian?" Song Qian snorted. She had not forgotten that Pei Yilin used to affectionately call Qin Xirong "Xirong."

Pei Yilin knew that Song Qian was angry, so he quickly stepped forward and said, "Qian, you're Qian to me alone. No other woman belongs to me except you, and of course, Mengmeng, this lovely little girl!"

He thought song qian would be in a better mood after hearing his explanation.

No, when he saw song qian, Song Qian looked very cold, and her hand was behind her, as if she was doing something dangerous.

Song Qian was very angry. It was good that Pei Yilin didn't mention mengmeng. When she mentioned Mengmeng, she thought about these days. She was forced to separate from Mengmeng and suffered a lot.

Squinting his eyes, Song Qian quickly touched the golden needle on his waist, ready to give him a needle if he couldn't knock him out.

Ideal is very plump, reality is very boney.

Song Qian was a good schemer, but she didn't know that she would be soft-hearted at that moment.

At this moment, when Pei Yilin's breath was near, his masculine and clean smell was on the tip of her nose, but she didn't want to do it.

Song Qian thought again that she had already used the golden needle to make Pei Yilin suffer, and now she had to repeat the same trick. It was hard to guarantee that Pei Yilin would not be prepared.

And, more importantly, she hasn't found a place for Qian Mengmeng. She can't let anything happen to Pei Yilin.

Song Qian comforted himself in his heart that he couldn't hurt Pei Yilin because of Qian Mengmeng.

But in fact, she was very clear that her performance today was not normal enough, not decisive enough, not cold enough, in the face of Pei Yilin, there was an untimely softness.

This feeling that she shouldn't have made Song Qian frown, and then she quickly took out the hidden golden needle and held it in her hand.

"Qian, do you want to hurt me again?" Pei Yilin had already anticipated Song Qian's small movements, and his expression suddenly darkened, but the movement towards Song Qian was not slow.

Although he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, his deep apology and deep love for Song Qian made him walk a few steps quickly and come straight to Song Qian.

Instead of hiding in front of a wooden cabinet and not daring to look at her...

"Qian, no matter what you do to me, I won't let you leave again." Pei Yilin's inky eyes were covered with trembling gold.

Song Qian was a little stunned when she saw him. By the time she realized it, Pei Yilin had already held her hand very quickly.

Although he was very tough, Song Qian still saw the cautious look in his eyes, as if afraid that she would not agree.

Song Qian could not help but tremble at the sight of all the compromises and pleasantries. The golden needle was tightly held in his hand and he was not willing to stab Pei Yilin.

"Qian, if hurting me makes you happy, then let me do one last thing for you." Pei Yilin frowned at Song Qian's movements and was shocked.

The needle had an abnormal color, and it was clearly Song Qian who had poisoned it beforehand. How could she dare to hold it in her hand?

If the golden needle accidentally pierced her skin, the consequences... Pei Yilin could not imagine.

"Qian, listen to me. Don't hurt yourself." Pei Yilin shouted coldly.

"Hehe..." Song Qian sneered. "Pei Yilin, what do you think you are?!"

It seemed that she was in a hurry. She looked at Pei Yilin with a cold expression, and the excitement in her heart made her hand involuntary again.

But before she held it, she wrapped her sleeves up without any trace and had no intention of hurting herself.

Pei Yilin did not see Song Qian's small movements, only saw that she held the golden needle, and her heart thumped. At the moment that the golden needle was about to pierce Song Qian's delicate skin, Pei Yilin quickly stepped forward and held Song Qian in his arms.

Song Qian subconsciously began to fight back, the golden needle shot, but Pei Yilin steadily grabbed it, tore it up and threw it aside.

"Qian, do you know you're messing around?" As he flung the golden needle aside, Pei Yilin quickly attacked Song Qian's waist.

With a strong hand, he ripped the clothes off her waist and threw them aside, along with the gold needles.

"Pei Yilin!" The chill from his waist made Song Qian angry. "You rascal!"

He had the audacity to tear her clothes and throw away her protective treasure. It was really hateful.

"Yeah. I'm a hooligan." Pei Yilin opened his mouth coldly, but there was a smile in his eyes.

He clenched his fist without a trace to ease the tension just now, then picked up Song Qian and gave her a gentle spanking.

The action was intimate, with a little interest between lovers.

How could Song Qian have been so humiliated?

In a moment of anger, she bent down to bite Pei Yilin on the shoulder.

But Pei Yilin had already expected that she would do this. Before Song Qian bent over, he changed his position and let her lie in his arms.

His arms were warm, and Song Qian was hugged by him, feeling that his iceberg face, which he had finally put on, was about to be melted by the warmth.

No, she doesn't want this outcome!

Song Qian didn't want his arrogance to be ruined in front of Pei Yilin, so he had to take the lead and attack Pei Yilin again.

No, Pei Yilin easily took her hand and kissed it on his lips.

It was an extremely ambiguous gesture, but Pei Yilin acted perfectly normal, with a smug, evil smile on his lips.

Song Qian looked at the smug smile on Pei Yilin's lips. His cheeks were burning, but his eyes were getting colder and colder. He glared at him fiercely, ready to find a way to escape.

Pei Yilin leaned down and whispered to her ear, "Qian, don't call me a hooligan anymore. I really like that title..."

His breath was hot on her cheek, and there was a glimmer of relief in his eyes.

It was just that he quickly suppressed the happiness, leaving only the appearance of ruffian: "What, you still want to call me a hooligan?"

Song qian was silent. She really wanted to kill Pei Yilin. She pried open his skull to see what was in his head. How could he change his face so quickly?

This is not the cold Boss Pei at all, okay?

Song Qian was speechless and asked the heavens. He only felt that the world was unreal...

Seeing that Song Qian did not speak, Pei Yilin's heart suddenly hung up. The original look of fooling around disappeared, and he returned to his former tyranny.

"Song Qian, I forbid you to make fun of your own life again. If I find out that you have this kind of poison needle hidden in you in the future, I will lock you up immediately." Pei Yilin shouted coldly, with a tyranny that could not be denied.

Pei Yilin was worried about what would happen to Song Qian in his arms if he hadn't been careful and witty...

"Pei Yilin, we are in the same boat. You should stop trying to save it." Uncomfortable with Pei Yilin's burning gaze, Song Qian turned her head and spoke awkwardly.

Song Qian's words had an irresistible coldness. Pei Yilin listened and laughed instead of getting angry.

He leaned over, the tip of his nose moving closer, as if he wanted to make intimate contact with song qian.

Song Qian's face darkened as he watched Pei Yilin get closer and closer.

Her brows furrowed slightly, her eyes turned, and a brilliant idea suddenly came to her mind.

Song Qian had a faint smile on his lips, like the fragrant jasmine in the afternoon, which was intoxicating.

But the cunning glint in his eyes was tinged with punishment.

It seems that she is using her own smile to design who wants someone to eat their own fruit!