As soon as she finished speaking, Pei Mochen's cell phone rang.
"Well, help me push it away."
"Then I'll come right away."
After hanging up the phone, Pei Mochen glanced at Pei Ruomian who was sitting in the driver's seat with no intention of getting down.
Use your eyes to tell her it's time to come down.
But Miss Pei pretended to be stupid and stared innocently with her beautiful peach blossom eyes, "Brother, do you want me to sit on the hood of the car you drove over like this?"
He must have done it on purpose, otherwise it would be wrong to show off at any time, but he would dare to show off when he came to pick her up.
He was just afraid that she would cling to him after he picked her up, so he drove a sports car with only two seats, and she couldn't cling to him even if she wanted to.
But she didn't get what she wanted. Let's see if he can drive her away.
When she came back this time, not only did she want to stick with her today, she also planned to stay at his house for a while.
My hands were holding the steering wheel tightly, and the veins in my hands were bulging, as if to say, 'I won't get off, I won't get off, let's see what you do to me.'
Pei Mochen replied ruthlessly, "There is no place for you anywhere in this car."
Yes, he did it on purpose. He was scared of being clingy to this girl. If he got entangled with her, not only during the day, but even at night, she would get up to go to the toilet and suddenly run into the wrong room, hugging him and calling him, "Brother,"
I want to find a husband whose skin is more delicate than yours, and it will be so comfortable to hold him while sleeping.'
Later, whenever they lived under the same roof, he would lock the door before going to bed to prevent his sister from coming in and out.
Pei Ruomian pouted her pink lips and frowned, with a very hurt expression, "You put too much emphasis on sex over girls. I'm going to complain to the old man's grave."
"..."
Cheng Ning, who was sitting in the passenger seat, trembled slightly at the corner of his mouth. In front of the old man's grave...
It's so scary. If she really went to the old man's grave to complain, would the old man come to Pei Moden at night in anger?
It seemed that she wanted to consider avoiding Pei Moden for a while.
Pei Mochen looked at Pei Ruomian expressionlessly, and said in a calm tone, "You can go ahead and file a complaint, but in order for me to have enough energy and time to continue my incense, I think he will ignore you if he is still alive.
"
"..."
The corners of Cheng Ningyou's mouth trembled more and more fiercely, one by one more harshly than the last, and each one more forceful than the last.
Pei Mochen frowned, with a hint of impatience in his eyes, "Come down quickly, I have something else to do."
Pei Ruomian ignored her, still holding the steering wheel tightly with both hands, "If you have anything to do, then if you have something to do, ask Sister Feifei to stay with me."
She had a lot to say to her. The last time we met, she did such a feat and had to go abroad to avoid the limelight, so she didn't talk to her much.
When she came back this time, she took a few days off specifically to get along well with her and have a good chat with her. She really missed her.
Pei Mochen flatly refused, "No."
"If you can't, I won't let you go." Pei Ruomian simply leaned on the steering wheel, acting like a rogue.
Cheng Ningyou sat aside without interrupting, ignoring the matter as it was none of his own business.
Pei Mochen's face darkened, looking like the prelude to a storm, but unexpectedly, he suddenly changed the subject in a duplicitous manner, "Then just stand."
"Okay." Pei Ruomian jumped back with a smile.
At Xinghui Hotel in City A, Pei Mochen led Cheng Ningyou as he walked in the hotel's magnificent lobby, just like a parent leading his child.
Pei Ruomian went in and out of places like this as usual.