He stood up, looked at Pei Mochen face to face, pointed at him, and said, "Pei Mochen, I now seriously suspect that you have been pretending to be cool since you were a child."
He must have been paying attention to her since she was a child.
Maybe he has always had a crush on her.
He even remembered what she was wearing at that time, and even the color of the underwear that was accidentally exposed.
If it was unintentional, how could he remember it so clearly?
Pei Mochen shrugged when he heard this and put on a helpless expression, "I can't pretend no matter how hard I try."
Zhang Mofei reached out and slapped Pei Moden on the shoulder pretentiously, "You are such a gangster."
Pei Mochen reached out and grabbed her wrist, gritted his teeth and asked, "Am I a gangster or are you a gangster?"
Zhang Mofei said with a smile, "We are both hooligans."
She was afraid that if she continued to talk to him, she would stray into inappropriate topics, so she had better admit defeat as soon as possible.
But who is Pei Mochen? His brain is spinning faster than the reaction speed of a calculator.
"Why don't we play hooligans?"
He lowered his head and pressed his lips to Zhang Mofei's ear, exhaling gently and breathing gently.
Wave after wave, warm.
Zhang Mofei shrank his neck and frowned speechlessly.
I'm afraid she will never be able to outshine this man in talking skills in her entire life.
And can he be more serious? Why is he not serious with her on any occasion and under any circumstances?
"Pei Mochen, do I look so good that you want to act like a gangster when you see me?" She asked Pei Mochen, pointing to her face.
Pei Mochen nodded and replied with a half-smile, "That's understandable."
"..." Zhang Mofeimo!
She held Pei Mochen's waist tightly with both hands and pressed her face against his chest, feeling gentle for a second.
"What happened? Tell me."
Pei Mochen began to turn to the serious topic.
Zhang Mofei's eyes were still a little swollen, which he could tell when he saw her just now.
She cried, and cried for a long time.
He imagined her crying and it made his heart and lungs hurt.
What on earth made her cry?
This office belongs to Wu Yifan. Now that Wu Yifan is not here, no one will come in again.
Zhang Mofei lowered his eyelids and was silent for a long time.
Pei Mochen didn't rush her, he gave her time to adjust and rehearse in her mind.
His big hands hugged her back tightly, and his eyes were fixed on the painting on the drawing board when they were children.
"Yangyang, I'm afraid I can't have any more children."
Zhang Mofei mustered up the courage to say this.
But she didn't get red-rimmed eyes like she did when she told Wu Yifan.
"You went to the hospital?"
"Yes." Zhang Mofei nodded, took out the test sheet from his bag, and handed it to Pei Mochen.
Pei Mochen looked at the test report and the case written by the doctor, his eyes narrowed, and a frightening light shone in his eyes.
Tighten your hands and mash the test sheets and proportions into a ball.
His expression instantly turned ferocious.
"I didn't eat, it wasn't me..." Zhang Mofei shook his head in fear.
She didn't take birth control pills, and looking at Pei Mo's ferocious face, she stepped back in fear.
Pei Mochen's eyes widened, and he reached out to pull Zhang Mofei back to him, wrapping his arms tightly around her.
The strength increases little by little.
Zhang Mofei raised his head, resting his chin on Pei Moden's shoulder, squinting at the back of Pei Moden's head.
She was so trapped by him that she could hardly breathe.
His hands were frozen in the air, not knowing how to arrange them.
Didn't Pei Mochen's sudden expression just now make him suspicious that she was taking birth control pills?
"That person, no matter who he is, if I find out, I will make his life worse than death."
