Master's Fascinating And Valiant Wife

It's just a spicy chicken. Would he exaggerate?

"Ouch." Pei Yifeng's lips opened a little smile, proud and proud, and said slowly: "do you know what is a romantic film?"

"I'm not stupid, I'm not stupid, I'm not a fool, and I'm not blind. Why don't I know about romantic films?"

"OK! What do you think you and the old man are?"

Mo frowned and stared at him fiercely, while Pei Yifeng returned with a charming smile.

At this time, Pei Yijing came over and handed them a cup of hot water. He smiled and said curiously, "do you know?"

"Yes!"

"No!"

They answered one after another, and Pei Yijing frowned suspiciously.

Mo Wan smiled and added: "I've met before, but I don't know and haven't spoken."

"So it is. Drink hot water to warm up."

"Thank you!" Mo Wan smiled brightly.

The female staff members have been staring at Pei Yifeng for a long time. At this moment, it is not easy to see that he has time. They all rush over like crazy and want to take a group photo and sign. Pei Yifeng looks at Mo Wan with a smile, and then raises a signboard smile to sign for everyone.

At the same time, many female staff came to Pei Yijing for signature and group photo. Everyone was as excited as beating chicken blood!

Many people are asking about Pei Yihuan's identity and address, and some people directly replace the photos just taken with the mobile phone cover.

Holding hot water, Mo Wan stepped aside and looked at it quietly. She envied even such a life!

The shooting went well. In addition, it was snowing heavily. The shift was off at five o'clock.

After finishing the equipment with the staff, Mo Wan walked out of the set.

The snow on the ground has fallen very deep, and there will be a creaking sound when stepping on it. She blew a hot breath into the cold palm of her hand and walked forward slowly. She had a feeling of walking in the snow. 10sp9。

At this time, a royal blue Porsche stopped slowly beside her. The window was rolled down. Pei Yijing's warm face showed: "sit together."

Then Pei Yifeng rolled down the window: "Hello, Snow White's stepmother!"

He stared at him angrily. Mo Wan smiled at Pei Yijing and said, "there's a bus here. I'll just take a bus."

Pei Yijing looked at Mo Wan with a light smile: "goodbye."

"Goodbye, you walk slowly on the road..." Mo bent down to say hello.

Pei Zhai.

When she stepped into the living room, a snow-white Tibetan mastiff fiercely rushed over, bit his jeans, tore and moved indiscriminately. His face was pale, but he didn't dare to move. He had to stand there motionless, his heart "plopping", and his back was sweating cold.

Just then, a young voice came: "nine children, come here!"

The Tibetan mastiff seemed to get an order, immediately let go of her trouser legs and ran away separately.

Seeing this, Mo Wan was relieved and gasped.

Because she was bitten by a dog when she was a child, she still remembers it. What she fears most is the dog! Yipei will tell you.

At this time, Pei Yishuang came out, and he was still followed by the huge Tibetan mastiff.

Mo Wan swallowed his saliva involuntarily. Pei Yishuang's small body had rushed into her arms and was very clever: "sister, don't be afraid. Jiuer listens to me most. He will bite whoever I let him bite. He won't bite his sister indiscriminately."

Still with lingering fear, she glanced at the huge Tibetan mastiff and saw that it was very docile standing aside. She was relieved to pick up Pei Yishuang and rub his hair: "who took its name?"

"I took it!" Pei Yishuang's voice was very loud: "because my sister said I was little five, so I took nine for it!"

Laughing, she kissed him on the forehead a few times: "well, little five is so good. Did you have dinner?"

"No, I'm waiting for my sister." Pei Yishuang smiled happily and put a tight ring around her neck.

"Well, sister, take Xiao wu'er to eat together, okay?"

"Good!"

When he arrived at the table, only Pei Zhenjiang sat down in the main seat, and there was no one else.

With a faint greeting, Mo hugged Pei Yishuang and sat down to feed him dinner.

The table was very quiet. Only Pei Yishuang's sound of eating sounded. Suddenly, Pei Zhenjiang said in a low voice: "when are you going to act?"

Mo Wan naturally understood the meaning of this sentence. She truthfully replied, "I don't know yet!"

"I hope you'd better act quickly..." Pei Zhenjiang looked at Mo Wan: "you know my physical condition. I hope you can marry my second son while I'm still there!"

She paused slightly with her spoon hand and slowly said, "what if not!"

"Then all the words I said last night are invalid. If you leave Pei's house, I'll cut off the subsidy!" Pei Zhenjiang's voice is ruthless.

Her body was stiff, and she bit her lip hard, even though she had oozed out blood beads.

"So you don't have enough time, and you don't have so much time to waste. The only thing you can do is to grasp every day and every minute. Cough... Cough..."

Before the voice fell, Pei Zhenjiang coughed again. The housekeeper behind him immediately came forward and patted him on the back.

The sound of coughing was close to her ear. Every time she coughed, it was like someone pinched her, making her almost out of breath.

"Sister, what are you talking about with daddy?" Pei Yishuang raised his head and looked at her with bright eyes.

Some unnaturally pulled out a smile. She pointed to the dishes in front of her and asked, "does Xiao Wuer want tofu or chicken wings?"

"Tofu!" he pointed to his white and tender little hand, then looked at the figure who came in, and shouted happily: "the second brother is back!"

Mo Wan didn't look up, just scooping tofu with a spoon.

Without saying hello, Pei Yihuan just glanced at the table coldly. His slender legs didn't mean to stop at all, and went straight to the stairs.

Pei Zhenjiang looked at Mo Wan and saw that she just lowered her head. With a dark sigh, his eyes narrowed, then he stared at Pei Yihuan's figure and said sternly, "when are you going to hold the wedding?"

The tall body paused and turned around. Pei Yihuan's arm supported on the white railing and mocked: "it seems that you are really senile dementia. You can't even understand people's words!"

"I haven't got Alzheimer's to that extent. I ask you, when are you going to marry Miss Mo?" peizhenjiang said word by word, holding down his anger.

The big hand untied the tie on his shirt. He folded his legs and hugged his chest. "You should ask yourself when you will marry Miss Mo?"

The voice was low and cold, but the tone fell heavily on Miss Mo's three words!