The bed is very big, which makes An Xiang look very small.

Her slender and soft body was wrapped under a dark blanket, and her thick black hair was scattered on the pillow, making her face look even more pale and bloodless.

Pei Yizhou stared at her, unable to help himself, and carefully removed the strand of hair covering her cheek.

An Xiang was drowsy and his mind was not clear.

It wasn't until she felt someone playing with her hair that she slowly opened her eyes. When Pei Yizhou saw her waking up, he hurriedly retracted his hand.

"Is Mr. Pei still there?" An Xiang's nasal voice was very heavy, and his voice sounded like a buzzing voice.

"are you hungry?"

An Xiang shook his head.

She had no appetite, her chest was aching, and her bronchus seemed to be stuck with something, and she couldn't help but want to cough. Her throat felt much better, and she didn't feel uncomfortable whenever she spoke.

Looking at the needle on the back of her hand, An Xiang breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Mr. Pei, I'm fine. Just go about your business."

"Well, you sleep."

An Xiang was indeed sleepy. Since he didn't want to leave, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

The liquid flowed down the tube into her body, and Pei Yizhou slowly held An Xiang's hand, which was very cold. He frowned, stood up, found a warm baby and put it under it, and held the hand tightly again.

An Xiang's palm was too petite and soft, and his fingers were boneless and as soft as dough. Pei Yizhou held on tight and didn't want to let go.

In the past, he never understood what it felt like to like someone. While other kids from rich families were busy dating, Pei Yizhou put all his energy into work. After meeting An Xiang, he found that work became more important than anything else.

I just want to meet her, even just listen to her voice.

I want to see her smile and listen to her talk. As long as I am by his side, I am happy.

Pei Yizhou lowered his eyelashes, leaned closer, and carefully placed soft kisses on An Xiang's forehead.

After the first bag of liquid was transfused, Pei Yizhou put on new medicine. When he heard a knock on the door, dissatisfaction flashed across his eyes, but he still walked out.

Outside the door, Pei Jinglin looked embarrassed.

Pei Yizhou's eyes were filled with cold air.

"Well, An... What do you want to do? Dad just wants to create more opportunities for you, and has no other meaning."

"Oh, thank you very much. She is sick and has a high fever."

Pei Yizhou is neither sullen nor angry, but rather makes people feel oppressed.

Pei Jinglin shrank his head, feeling extremely guilty.

"So you came back secretly behind my mother's back?"

Pei Jinglin nodded slightly.

"After the banquet is over, I'll go back to France. I've already booked your flight tickets." Pei Yizhou's words were full of disgust, without any emotion towards his father.

He knew he was in the wrong, so he didn't dare to go in and take a look, so he shrank his head and left Pei's house.

Watching Pei Jinglin leave, Pei Yizhou closed his eyes and gently pressed his forehead. Just as he was about to go in, a sight approached. Pei Yizhou stopped on his feet and turned to meet An Zimo's deep brows.

"My mother is sick?"

Pei Yizhou was silent for a few seconds without denying: "The doctor said it was tonsillitis, which is probably the root cause of the disease."

Hearing this, An Zimo immediately remembered the time when An Xiang took care of him sleeplessly when he was hospitalized.

It would be false to say that his mood was not complicated. The little guy bit his lip and walked past Pei Yizhou into the house.

An Xiang slept lightly on his side with a quiet expression.

He stared at her expressionlessly for a while, then kicked off his shoes and climbed onto the bed, leaning closely against An Xiang.

"You will disturb your mother."

"No." An Zimo said, "It's warm when two people sit next to each other."

"..."

An Zimo looked at him provocatively: "The doctor said that a cold can be cured by sweating." As he said that, he hugged An Xiang with his small arms and pressed his cheek against her back.

Pei Yizhou: "..."

There is a saying that is quite sour. If he is also the husband of the media, who will get this bastard?

However, he will soon be the husband of Ming Media! Thinking of the upcoming banquet, Pei Yizhou's eyebrows instantly relaxed and he no longer cared about An Zimo's trivial provocation.

An Zimo's native method was somewhat effective. An wanted to get rid of the high fever quickly. Except for a little discomfort in his chest, everything returned to normal.

The banquet started in a blink of an eye, and An Xiang was pulled up to get ready at five o'clock.

First there was a massage in the spa, then a hairdressing session, and the whole morning passed like this. She was so tired from being tortured by this group of people that she had no appetite for lunch. Pei Yizhou was afraid that her body would not be able to bear it, so he ordered the kitchen to prepare light noodles and porridge.

After a simple lunch, it was styling time.

The dress the stylist brought was the work of a French design master. Price aside, he rarely designs works himself. You can imagine how much of a sensation An Xiang will cause when she appears at the venue wearing a dress.

In addition to the dress, there was also Tears of Blood Eyes next to it. An Xiang recognized it at a glance as the thing that Pei Yizhou spent 100 million to take pictures of last time. Thinking of hanging this thing around her neck, An Xiang felt that the value of her head began to rise.

.

"Okay, Mrs. An can get up now."

"Mrs. An?" An Xiang's brows jumped.

The stylist looked at each other and smiled, "You are Mr. Pei's wife. It would be inappropriate to call her Miss again."

"..." There is indeed such a relationship now.

The stylist carefully put the jewelry on and looked at the mirror in amazement.

The dress made by the designer himself is full of small details. The red dress gradually changes in luster, which does not look old, but reveals her inner charm. The waist is slim and the shoulders are exposed. The skirt is long to the ankles, making the waist slim and the legs long.

, the shoulder line is not ordinary delicate and beautiful.

The tears of bloody eyes on her neck were somewhat heavy, and the blood beads in the ruby ​​swayed slightly in the sunlight.

The stylist swallowed at An Xiang's beautiful collarbone, and suddenly felt that the bloody eyes and tears were not as beautiful as Mrs. An's collarbone...

They carefully moved their eyes to her face.

An Xiang's makeup today was also very particular, grand and delicate, and her facial features were made more charming by the makeup. Her long hair made her get rid of her previous girlish look, and she actually looked like a normal person even when she was not talking or smiling.

——Anyway, it looks good!

Knock knock knock.

"I guess it's Mr. Pei." The styling assistant said and went to open the door.

An wanted to turn around and look.

Pei Yizhou was wearing a well-tailored black suit, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, long and strong legs, and clear and ascetic facial features. There was a hint of red in his eyes, and his Adam's apple under the bow tie moved up and down, and his eyes suddenly turned red as he stared at her.

The air became faintly anxious, and the stylists looked at each other, knowing each other and leaving, leaving the space for the two of them.

An Xiang was still a little nervous and didn't dare to grab the corner of her skirt. She just stood there and looked at him.

Da da da.

Footsteps are approaching.

Pei Yizhou sprayed perfume on his body. It was not strong, but light and cold, just like his temperament.

"I'll put on your shoes."

"Huh?" An Xiang was stunned for a moment, then quickly recovered, "No need, I myself..."

While he was talking, Pei Yizhou had brought her to the sofa, half-kneeling, like a knight.

He lowered his eyelashes and lowered his eyebrows, and grabbed An Xiang's foot.

An Xiang's feet are also small, with graceful arches and five fingers as round as jade. They are currently being supported by those big hands.

She could feel the hotness in the man's palm, burning to the tip of her heart. An Xiang's heart beat faster, she involuntarily curled up on her toes, and her neck was filled with pink, which went straight to her ears.

As if he didn't notice her shyness, Pei Yizhou put on the high heels naturally, then the other one, his movements as elegant as ever.

"Okay." Pei Yizhou put down her feet and raised her head, "Are you hungry?"

When facing An Xiang, his expression was relaxed, gentle, and not aggressive at all.

An Xiang rubbed her flat belly and shook her head.

Then he asked: "Are you hungry?"

He was hungry, but he didn't want to eat.

Pei Yizhou's burning gaze rested on her slender white neck, and the aroma of peach lingered on the tip of her nose, constantly bewitching her mind and making her desire rise.

He bit the tip of his tongue hard, and the pain caused his rationality to return, and his brows returned to their original calmness.

"Not hungry."

An wanted to fall into silence and didn't know what to say.

She always felt that her identity was still a bit embarrassing. Today's banquet was entirely organized to identify the child. As for her and Pei Yizhou...except for that night, they were not too close.

Friends? Doesn’t count.

Lover? Nor should it.

An Xiang's heart suddenly felt strange and uncomfortable.

"Mr. Pei, actually you can just recognize Mo Mo back."

Pei Yizhou fluttered his eyelashes and took out a beautiful velvet box from his pocket. He opened the box and found a ring inside.

"But I prefer to admit my thoughts." The man's drooping eyelashes were long and curled, his lips opened and closed, and his handwriting was low and clear.

"...???"

An wanted to stay.

Pei Yizhou's expression remained normal, he grabbed her hand, with a sincere look on his face, and gently put the ring on her ring finger.

"See you later." Pei Yizhou gently stroked the ring, stood up and left.

In the empty room, An Xiang's heart beat like a drum.

All that was left in my mind was the phrase "recognize your thoughts."

What does Pei Yizhou mean?

Pursue her?

wrong.

An Xiang stared at the ring blankly.

She, she seems to have just married someone in a daze!!!!

An wanted to caress her rapidly beating heart, but her head began to feel dizzy again, probably due to her body temperature rising due to being overly surprised.

She turned around, and the woman in the mirror was stunned and her face turned red.

An Xiang was stunned. She just...had been facing Pei Yizhou with such a blushing face?

The banquet was about to start in an hour, and cars were already gathering outside the door.

Pei Yizhou was afraid that she would be nervous, so he asked An Zimo to come in and accompany him. The little guy was wearing a tuxedo and had his hair specially styled. Sitting quietly on the sofa, he looked more like an aristocratic little prince.

But the aristocratic little prince didn't want to talk to An Xiang at all. He leaned on the sofa crookedly, holding a tablet in his hand to look for new products that were suitable for development at the moment.

"Mo Mo, do you think Mr. Pei likes me?"

An Xiang had no one to talk to, so she had to talk to her son at the moment. She looked distressed, and she was obviously still immersed in the previous state.

An Zimo raised his eyes and lowered his eyes: "He just saw the color and got interested."

"...?"

"Lao Sepi." An Zimo cursed in a low voice. He was in a bad mood and kicked the low table in front of him with his toes.

There was less than half an hour left before the banquet started, and guests arrived one after another.

An Xiang took a deep breath, temporarily put aside those random emotions, stood up and walked to An Zimo, "Mo Mo wants to go out with mom?"

Just as An Zimo was about to grab her, the assistant came in and said, "Mrs. An is going to show up with Mr. An later, so please let us take care of the young master first."

An Xiang groaned and slowly retracted his hand.

Looking at An's back as he wanted to leave, An Zimo, who was sitting alone on the sofa, had a heavy look in his eyes and was extremely unhappy.

He felt... his mother's attention would be snatched away from now on.

When she lets Pei Yizhou pass by and gives birth to a lovely second child, will she... stop treating him as a baby?
Chapter completed!