Genius Bady and Bad Daddy

"You go out first." Pei Yilin said to Kang Lu.

Kang Lu helped Song Qian sit on the sofa and looked at her worriedly before he had to leave.

Song Qian's hands were almost sore, and he muttered, "Why are you like Mengmeng? It's just a few cold pills. It's not bitter. Is it hard to swallow?"

"Song Qian." Pei Yilin approached her. "Are you a demon?"

Song Qian blinked his bright eyes and was a little slow to react to the alcohol.

"Why are you scolding me?" Song Qian raised his voice and asked, "Why are you always bullying me?"

Pei Yilin was puzzled. "If you weren't a demon, you wouldn't confuse people's minds. Why..." Why does it always make him feel helpless?

"What did I do wrong again?" Song Qian pouted and guessed, "Was the meal just now too expensive?"

Pei Yilin reached out and stroked Song Qian's face. Her palms were warm against her.

"No cold medicine." Pei Yilin held Song Qian's hand. "Have you ever heard that when you have a slight cold, you only need to do a lot of exercise to cure it?"

Song Qian tried to think about it and said, "I think I've heard of it."

"Then help me with my illness." Pei Yilin's voice was seductive and mesmerizing.

Song Qian's eyelashes trembled and clenched her teeth, while Pei Yilin's tongue turned into the most powerful sharp weapon, prying open her nervousness and kissing her passionately.

Pei Yilin did not classify himself as a man who could not control a beautiful woman, but every time he met Song Qian, even if it was just a simple physical touch, his heart would be filled with desire, which was a pure feeling for Song Qian.

Song Qian's mind was empty and confused. She clearly understood what Pei Yilin was doing to her. Logically, she should have kicked him out of his life, but she fell back passively, accepting his sudden tenderness better.

He pushed up her clothes and stroked the softness of her chest with his big hands, so careful that he was afraid that his urgency and rudeness would hurt her.

He was so conflicted that he wanted to take care of her feelings while wishing he could taste her beauty as quickly as possible.

Between suppression and urgency, he was impatient.

It was as if Song Qian had returned to the dark night six years ago when he could not see clearly. His heart was shocked and he grabbed Pei Yilin's hand.

"No, no..." She was not ready to accept a man.

Pei Yilin quickly blocked Song Qian's unwillingness. He finally faced up to the thought that he had wanted her for a long time. He stopped fighting against the physical clamor. The blood in his body was roaring.

Song Qian was so suppressed by Pei Yilin that he couldn't push or shout, and his body responded in unison with him, even thinking of "From him."

Is this driving her crazy?

Song qian was half awake and half intoxicated. Pei Yilin's strong muscles pressed against her, causing her to tremble from the bottom of her heart.

Her shy and confused expression stimulated him even more.

Pei Yilin suddenly attacked, and Song Qian had already retreated before he could figure it out. He had to accept and obey.

Sweating profusely, Song Qian, who had only experienced it once, was helpless and nervous. She had no idea what she should do. She could only close her eyes and let her body's reaction dictate her reason.

Pei Yilin could not control himself at all. He told himself to be gentle, but his desire for Song Qian made him unable to stop. It was not enough, especially since her voice was so beautiful that he could not stop without the last ounce of strength.

Song Qian passed out in a state of endless happiness. Only then did Pei Yilin enjoy himself. He hugged her for a long time and kissed her affectionately before burying his head in the softness of her chest with satisfaction...

By the time Song Qian woke up, it was almost dusk.

She looked around and saw that Pei Yilin was not around, and that her clothes had been put on, but after a series of devastation, her limbs were sore and weak, leaving behind a lot of bruises.

Song Qian bit her lip and frowned. A wave of inappropriate images hit her brain.

I bought it!

What did she do this afternoon?

This time it's over!

It seems that she not only needs to quit gambling, but also drinking!

She had better run away while Pei Yilin was away!

Song Qian picked up his bag to cover his face and opened the office door. He ran faster than a mouse.

At this time, Pei Yilin was on the phone. He was worried about waking up Song Qian, so he came out to pick him up.

"Boss Pei, miss xiang has packed up and left. The chairman's wife has also left by plane." The person on the other end of the phone reported.

Pei Yilin curled his lips. When complicated things were handled by Song Qian, they always became so simple!

Remembering the joy she had brought him in the afternoon, he hung up the phone, thinking about how to reward her well tonight, or how to love her more.

Pei Yilin went back to the office, but where was Song Qian?

Except for the sofa, which hadn't been restored to its original state due to excessive exercise for too long, it reminded Pei Yilin that it wasn't a dream in the afternoon.

Pei Yilin clenched his fists and the happy expression on his face disappeared. He picked up the car keys and rushed home...

Song Qian hid in her bedroom and refused to come out. Lying in the bathtub, she could clearly see the bruises on her body caused by Pei Yilin.

"It's over." Song Qian wanted to cry without tears. "What should I do in the future?"

Song Qian was pounding her head with a headache. When she thought about what happened this afternoon, she wished she could live her life without Pei Yilin.

But she couldn't put all the blame on him. She obviously cooperated with him...

Song Qian hugged her body tightly, thinking about six years ago, and then about now, and between grief and frustration, she could not help but sob.

Pei Yilin was just about to knock on the bathroom door when he heard Song Qian crying in there. He lowered his hand again.

If it were so hard for her to face, wouldn't it be better to treat this afternoon's incident as a mistake?

Pei Yilin had never experienced this kind of feeling before, and when he was in a state of ecstasy and wanted to welcome something, he found himself empty-handed.

His chest was so stuffy that he could only leave silently.

After Qian Mengmeng knocked on the door for the nth time, Song Qian finally got out of the house.

Everyone cared about her.

"Bodyguard Song, are you feeling unwell? Do you want to see a doctor?" Kang Lu asked.

Butler Wang also asked, "Does your stomach hurt? Shall I bring you a hot water bag to apply?"

"Auntie, are you okay?" Cheng xian asked.

"Mommy, what's wrong with you?" Qian Mengmeng asked.

Pei Yilin was in the study listening to what was going on outside. He wanted to go out and see what was going on with Song Qian, but he knew that the last person she wanted to see was him.

If he went out, Song Qian would run around in a panic, and Pei Yilin would frown at the thought of that scene.

"I'm fine." Song qian chuckled and said, "I just had too much to drink at noon, so I came back to sleep."

"The food is warm for you. Why don't you go eat some? It's worrying enough to get drunk until the wee hours of the morning." Butler Wang said.

Song Qian nodded and was relieved that she didn't see Pei Yilin anywhere.

After dinner, Song Qian sent Qian Mengmeng and Cheng Xian to bed, then went out to walk on the lawn and look at the moon.

Sitting on the ground, Song Qian looked up.

She remembered that Pei Yilin had pointed her to the stars in the sky. All along, he was not too bad to her, but not too good.

But what did he mean this afternoon?

Was it just a simple vent, or did he have feelings for her?

Song Qian was struggling to hold onto the grass on the ground. No matter what, Pei Yilin should give her an explanation!

How could he just ignore her without a word?

In despondency, Song Qian couldn't help but turn around to look at Pei Yilin's bedroom. It was dark. He should be asleep already, right?

In his opinion, what happened in the afternoon was a simple exercise, right?

He told her to help him with his cold.

"Treat your sister!" Song qian sniffed. "Don't you know how to find someone else?"

He had so many women in his hands, why did he have to mess up her life?

Pei Yilin hid behind the curtains in the bedroom and kept looking at Song Qian. Seeing her sitting there alone, he really wanted to walk over and talk to her.

Usually, the two of them slept in the same room, and she was always whispering in his ear. Now that she was far away from him, how could he get used to it?

Just as Pei Yilin couldn't help but walk to find Song Qian, she found that Kang Lu had also gone.

When Song Qian saw Kang Lu, he smiled brightly and asked, "Are you still awake?"

The smile was especially dazzling to Pei Yilin.

"I'm used to sleeping late." Kang Lu whispered, "Do you mind if I sit down?"

Song Qian shook her head, worried that no one was talking to her!

Seeing Kang Lu and Song Qian chatting without a word, and occasionally hearing their laughter, Pei Yilin clenched his fists and his black eyes were cold.

He clearly smelled sour, and the vinegar jar was himself!

When Song Qian and Kang Lu had finally finished talking, song qian wanted to have a good sleep, but was surprised to find Pei Yilin sitting beside her bed.

"You... I... How... Come in..." Song Qian stammered and looked around as if there was no place to hide all of a sudden.

"How much is it?" Pei Yilin's voice sounded like it came from hell.

"Ah?"

There was no emotion in Pei Yilin's dark eyes. "It's not the first time. Don't you just want to ask me for money by pretending to be so aggrieved and pitiful?"

Song Qian widened his eyes and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Plus the fact that you chased Xiang Yuqing away, will eight million be enough for you?" Pei Yilin asked.

"Pei Yilin." Song Qian felt like he was completely out of tune with Pei Yilin. "What do you mean?"

"Don't you love money?" Pei Yilin narrowed his eyes. "I can buy a million virgins. You're just a second-hand product. For the sake of the afternoon, I'll give you more so that you know I'm not that stingy."

What do you mean it feels good?

What do you mean by more?

Was he pitiing her, giving her charity, or was he just mocking her?

Song Qian looked at Pei Yilin. Was he going to pay her off for what happened this afternoon?

She didn't ask him to take responsibility, nor did she ask him to blackmail her. How could he insult her like that?

"Too little?" Pei Yilin snorted and laughed. "A woman like you is really greedy. You can make your own price for what you want."

Song Qian slapped Pei Yilin, slapping his arrogance and his arrogance!