Master's Fascinating And Valiant Wife

Pei Yifeng shrugged and walked out of the room first. Pei Yijing followed, while Mo Wan and Pei Yishuang walked at the back.

When he was about to leave the room, Pei Zhenjiang's hoarse and dry voice came over: "Miss mo."

He paused, turned around, and Mo Wan looked at him with great concern: "are you uncomfortable, or do you want to eat something?"

"Neither..." Pei Zhenjiang's eyes slowly fell on her and said, "what's the condition of my body? You can see..."

"Would you like rice or porridge?" Mo wanjian asked, ignoring his words.

What he wants to tell her is like a mirror in her heart, but his body is like this. Now is not the time to talk about that topic!

"Girl, I don't want to eat anything..."

Just a simple girl, Mo Wan's heart seemed to be injected with a warm current, and even tears began to spin in his eyes.

He is the second person to call her a girl. The first is grandma and the second is him

"I know what you want to say..." Mo sucked his nose heavily, with a thick nasal sound in his voice: "I will take that matter to heart. I will try my best to make him promise. This is my business. The most important thing for you is your body. I know what to do. After all, I can't watch my father die like this. Do you understand?"

Pei Zhenjiang nodded heavily: "I understand that you are a filial child..."

"Then you have a rest first, and I'll cook some porridge for you..." the voice fell, Mo Wan pushed the door open and walked out of the room.

Hearing the footsteps coming from the stairs, Pei Yihuan just raised his head slightly, took a look at Pei Yijing and Pei Yifeng, and then lowered again.

Pei Yijing's light eyes fell on the second brother and said softly, "second brother, father is fine..."

There was still no word. His eyes seemed to be fixed in the newspaper, but no one noticed that his tight fingers finally loosened.

"The third brother, you and the second brother are undoubtedly casting pearls before swine..." Pei Yifeng leaned lazily on the sofa: "the old man is fire, the second brother is ice, but they can't tolerate water and fire. The old man spits blood angrily, and the second brother doesn't know why the flowers are so red..."

The narrowed eyes glanced at Pei Yifeng coldly. Pei Yihuan put the newspaper on the table and went upstairs.

Mo Wan, who came out of Pei Zhenjiang's room, saw Pei Yihuan's figure enter the room. With a frown, she bit her lip, was cruel, and then followed up.

This time, she must come up with a killer mace!

Moreover, if we fail again this time, it will be a complete failure.

Indeed, she can't drag on any longer!

Standing in front of Pei Yihuan's door, Mo stretched out his hand and gently knocked on the door, but his heart kept jumping wildly, like jumping out of his chest!

The next second, the door of the room opened, and Pei Yihuan's tall and straight figure appeared in front of him. As soon as he saw that it was Mo Wan, his handsome eyebrows frowned, and said impolitely: "get out!"

A flame rose from his heart, but Mo Wan stubbornly forbeared: "I want to talk to you..."

"What to talk about?" Pei Yihuan's narrowed eyes fell on her. His tall body leaned on the door and said coldly and sarcastically, "is your body?"

"No, it's another thing you're very interested in."

"Do you think the things in your hand can still interest me?"

"You said it too early." Mo frowned and looked at him.

Hearing the speech, the coldness and ridicule in his eyes became stronger, and the look on his face was extremely proud and noble: "so what, if you want to talk about the last thing, you can roll now!"

Without a word, Mo Wan bit his lip flap and took out the sandalwood box hidden behind him.

For a moment, Pei Yihuan's eyes narrowed suddenly. With a strong force in the cold of his eyes, he moved his big hand, and directly extended to the sandalwood box.

But Mo Wan moved faster than him. Before his fingers touched her, she had hidden the sandalwood box behind her and quickly retreated into her room.

She knew in her heart that if it was Bili, she couldn't fight her at all. If he robbed her, her last hope would disappear.

His handsome face was covered with a layer of frost. His tall body moved and slowly approached Mo Wan's room step by step.

His look was too sinister, so Mo Wan couldn't help raising a burst of fear in his heart. He moved his hand to close the door, but his strong body had pushed the door open.

The condescending figure was full of haze. Pei Yihuan's eyes narrowed tightly: "where did you get it?"

"Your father gave it to me." Mo Wan answered truthfully, and stepped back again.

"Bring it here," ordered a cold voice.

"No!" Mo Wan took out the courage of his whole body and looked directly at his eyes. His body trembled slightly, but the words in his mouth were incomparably firm: "maybe we can make a deal."

His tall figure stopped slowly, and his cold thin lips closed: "give me the urn, and then I'll marry you?"

"Yes!" Mo nodded heavily!

"It seems that you really didn't wake up." Pei Yihuan's long leg suddenly took a step forward, reached out and pinched her chin, forcing her to look up at him: "you're not qualified to trade with me. I must have the urn, but I won't marry you!"

As soon as he reached out his long arm, he went towards the urn behind her.

Clinging to the urn, Mo raised his cheek and stared at his eyes: "can you do it to women?"

Pei Yihuan's cold and deep voice squeezed out of his thin lips word by word: "the first two slaps didn't touch you. That's kindness for you. This is your third provocation. My patience is limited. Take it!"

"No!" Mo's back is still straight!

She would never give him the urn.

Now the urn is her life!

And it's the only thing that can save her right now!

"I don't like to force women. One last time, take it!" he squeezed her chin hard.

Mo took a hard deep breath and couldn't control so much anymore. As soon as his head was low, his sharp broken teeth bit hard on the back of his hand.

Not only that, she almost used all her strength, and one foot stepped on the back of his foot.