Genius Bady and Bad Daddy

Wu Qing raised his hand and was about to knock on the door when the sound from inside made him frown, but then he smiled helplessly.

It seemed that the president was explaining to his wife that it was better not to participate.

He took out his phone and sent a message to Pei Yilin. Wu Qing turned around and left quickly.

In the room, Pei Yilin looked at Song Qian with a bitter smile. She should have known that what she had just said was only an expedient measure. Why was she still so cold to him?

"Daddy, Mengmeng wouldn't have helped you if he didn't know how much you valued mommy." Qian Mengmeng sighed, walked quickly to Song Qian and hugged her thigh.

"Mommy." Qian Mengmeng gave a sweet cry, but Song Qian ignored it.

Hmph, they were worried about Pei Yilin and wanted to see the video to make sure he was okay.

Who would have known that he would not care about his own safety in the face of threats from the italian mafia?

If it weren't for the fact that the person they found wasn't themselves and that Pei Yilin was just a ploy to slow down the attack, Song Qian would have taken Qian Mengmeng away with him now, leaving Pei Yilin with no chance to explain at all!

"Mommy -" Qian Mengmeng cried sadly, and Song Qian still frowned.

"Mommy - woo - are you going to make Mengmeng a child of a single-parent family?" Qian Mengmeng called out again sadly.

Song Qian looked down and saw Qian Mengmeng's eyes filled with fear. It seemed that she really wanted to be with Pei Yilin, not lose one of them.

But, Mengmeng, mommy really doesn't want to be with your daddy right now...

"Mengmeng, don't make things difficult for mommy, okay?" Song Qian called out in a low voice, feeling extremely helpless.

Qian Mengmeng knew that as long as he worked hard, Song Qian would be soft-hearted.

But at this moment, looking at Song Qian's dilemma, Qian Mengmeng could not bear it.

Indeed, what daddy said just now was not right. He should be punished.

"Just, mommy, can you not separate from daddy?" Qian Mengmeng held Song Qian's hand tightly and his eyes were full of pleading. "Daddy, little brother and Mengmeng all want to have a complete home. Even for little brother and Mengmeng, give daddy a chance to explain, okay?"

"Daddy..." Qian mengmeng called Pei Yilin and winked at him.

Daddy, when a woman is angry, a man should not be so polite and easy to say.

You must have knocked her against the wall first to make her dizzy, then apologize and admit your mistake. No matter what, she won't be angry with you, okay?

"Er..." Pei Yilin looked a little embarrassed, but he felt that his daughter's proposal was very good.

He strode forward, ignoring the displeasure in Song Qian's eyes, and quickly hugged her.

Qian Mengmeng, on the other hand, quickly let go of his hand the moment he hugged Song Qian, ran to Cheng Xian in a hurry, grabbed his hand, grabbed him to the room, and closed the door.

"Mengmeng, let's go. The person uncle Pei is talking about must be Nina who looks like aunt Song, right?" Walking out the door, qian mengmeng wanted to let go of Cheng Xian, but was held by cheng xian. In Qian Mengmeng's puzzled eyes, Cheng Xian's face turned slightly red. "My father seems to care about her very much. Let's go and see her now."

"Okay... Okay." Qian Mengmeng hesitated for a moment and still agreed.

But daddy, when Cheng Xian and I can't listen to the door, you have to treat my mommy well. Don't be too violent!

Qian Mengmeng smiled slyly and left quickly with Cheng Xian.

In the room, Pei Yilin had not moved since he hugged Song Qian.

Even though he hugged him warmly, Song Qian frowned unhappily, "Pei Yilin, do you think I'm an ordinary woman? Will I give in just because you're tough?"

"Uh... You're not." Pei Yilin's eyes were filled with joy. "I know you're not that kind of woman, but I also know that you know what I mean. You know that I spoke to them like that because I made sure you were safe on your side. Qian, I won't ask you to be considerate. Whether you're throwing a tantrum or anything, I'll accept it all."

"But, since I made a mistake, then give me a chance to correct it." Pei Yilin bowed his head and spoke in a tone of discussion, but his expression was domineering.

"What if I don't?" Song Qian snorted. "Pei Yilin, you know, I don't want anything to do with you."

"Qian?" Hearing this, Pei Yilin's heart trembled. Did she really decide not to forgive him anymore?

"But for Mengmeng and the baby in her belly, we have to have something to do with it. But Pei Yilin, you and I both know that our relationship cannot be reunited, so don't try to influence me again. I won't rely on your help and trust you like I used to." Song qian spoke very harshly, as if only in this way could she suppress the palpitations that rose from the bottom of her heart, she could restrain herself, not be easily touched by Pei Yilin, and then give up on her long standing...

Silence, long silence.

When Song Qian thought that Pei Yilin would not answer, a trace of helplessly "Good" came out of his mouth.

However, he still held her arm so tightly that he did not allow her to escape or breathe.

Was he punishing her for being heartless?

Song Qian looked up at Pei Yilin and saw that his eyes were heavy. It seemed that he had lost his former hegemony, and now he had the helpless and expectant look of a trapped animal.

It was just that helplessness seemed to be her fault. She was only slightly calm and never noticed it again.

At the same time, she actually saw the look of certainty in Pei Yilin's eyes, as if she believed that she had the ability to control her, or was she sure that she would be tripped over by the child and never leave?

Qian, it's said that pregnant women have a temper and a weak sense of security. I apologize for what I did just now. "Pei Yilin's easy mistake was beyond Song Qian's expectations. Just as she was surprised, she heard his slightly smiling voice." When your menopause comes, I will apologize to you too."

"Hmph!" Song Qian snorted coldly and looked at Pei Yilin coldly. "Do you mean I'm making a scene out of nothing?"

"No." Pei Yilin said guiltily, but the smile in his eyes could not stop.

This black-bellied man!

Song Qian snorted coldly and was about to turn away from her when Pei Yilin suddenly picked her up and walked towards the bed.

"Hey, what do you want to do?" Song Qian shouted coldly.

Pei Yilin's closeness made her feel an unprecedented sense of crisis.

"Of course... Do what I want to do." With a sly smile on his lips, Pei Yilin's steps grew even larger, and the twenty second journey ended in ten seconds.

And Song Qian's position with him changed from the initial skin blind date to the current ambiguous relationship.

At this moment, lying on the wide and comfortable bed, looking at his face, Song Qian's expression became cold and cold.

This man is really a damn demon!

It seemed as if she had not looked at his face for a long time, but she felt that there was a touch of bewitching dejection in his usually extraordinary appearance.

This kind of dejection had always been inexplicably attractive to Song Qian.

At this moment, Song Qian's heartbeat unconsciously became very fast. She took a deep breath and wanted to calm down, but found that the strong masculine breath was approaching and quickening her heartbeat again.

She frowned and looked at the culprit. Pei Yilin had bent over and the distance between them had shrunk to less than ten centimeters. She could clearly see his long eyelashes and his ruthless thin lips.

At this moment, his lips gently brushed her cheeks and pressed against her fragile earlobe, "Qian, you know how much I miss you..."

He murmured, like a sigh, more like joy.

He seemed to be grateful that she was still by his side. He was getting closer and closer to the ground, and his breathing became hot.

His hot breath sprayed on her ears, making her heart beat faster, her face as red as peach blossoms, making people tremble, making people can't help but want to take her off, embrace her, and cherish her.

And he did, and continued to lean over, as if he intended to brand a kiss mark on her.

"Pei Yilin, get out of here." Seeing the lust in his eyes, Song Qian blushed and looked more like a ripe peach.

At this moment, Pei Yilin was like a person who had not eaten for a long time, unable to endure his own thoughts. He did not hesitate to get closer and closer until he kissed the earlobe, like tasting delicious jelly, repeatedly kissing.

Grinding, nibbling, licking as if nothing had happened, every step seemed to test Song Qian's endurance, his own.

She was so delicious, his eyes were filled with fire, it seemed that he was no longer satisfied with the little taste at this moment, he wanted to take one step closer, one step closer...

The atmosphere gradually became charming.

With his deliberate and skillful teasing, Song Qian could not help but add a touch of love to his eyes.

Even though she knew that this was not a good time for the two of them to settle their differences, she still felt a little nervous.

If it wasn't for Pei Yilin's ambiguous lips brushing her lips, and his big hands wrapped around her slender waist, Song Qian would have been almost immersed in the fog created by Pei Yilin, unable to come out.

But there was no ifs.

The moment Pei Yilin reached out to Song Qian, her eyes immediately dimmed. The memories of her past were back in the oven at this moment. She swore in her heart that she would never forgive Pei Yilin, and she would never give him any chance to forgive him!

But such a vow obviously did not have much credibility.

For nothing else, just for the baby and Mengmeng in her womb, Song Qian felt that she had no ability to cut off all contact with Pei Yilin.

She still needed Pei Yilin's help, but in her heart, she was determined.

Song Qian didn't want to succumb to the warmth of reality. As a mother, she had to think about Qian Mengmeng and the baby in her womb. She had to take good care of both babies. After Qian Mengmeng was healthy, she immediately took them to run away, where Pei Yilin couldn't find them, or where his claws couldn't touch them.

Song Qian's eyes narrowed slightly, suppressing the rising throbbing in his body, raised his legs, and attacked without hesitation, running straight towards Pei Yilin's desire to wake up.

She had never been a person who was cut off, and she had never been a person who was indecisive.