Pei Zhiting rested his left hand on Song Xijiao's shoulder, and her right hand tightly embraced his waist.

First, walk around the luxurious ward slowly.

He was sweating profusely on his forehead and the doctor said he needed to rest for a year.

During this period, you cannot engage in strenuous activities, lift weights, swim, or even walk briskly.

"You can't fall for anyone else."

How generous of you to give one of your kidneys to your brother.

Will she be attracted to the green tea boy?

"No, I've been cultivating my character lately."

She was so anxious and worried that she had no time to think about that.

"real."

"Really? More real than pearls." He yawned again, raised his hand, and looked at his watch. "I'm sleepy. Let's take a nap!"

"OK."

Doudou whispered, "Mom, are you going to play kissing again?"

"No, I'm taking a nap."

"oh!"

"Mom, I want to take a nap too."

"Okay, come."

"Mom, you sleep on the right, I sleep on the left, and Dad sleeps in the middle."

The family of three lay side by side on a big bed. This scene was something that would make Pei Zhiting laugh even when he woke up from his dreams in the middle of the night.

…

Yumin is going to elect a new chairman. Song Xijiao holds 51% of the shares, which is an absolute advantage.

By raising hands to vote, Song Xijiao had absolute say, without a doubt.

"Lao Yang, is the job of general manager comfortable?" She tilted her head and smiled.

Yang Peifeng sighed, "It's so comfortable, I've passed by my house three times without going back."

Song Xijiao yawned and said, "I'm going home first. Call me if you have anything."

The chairman does not need to clock in at the company every day.

Sun Minghao patted him on the shoulder and said, "Brother, when you become rich, don't forget me."

"Go away, go think of a sales plan." Yang Peifeng said with a smile.

Sun Minghao looked down through the glass and saw that Song Xijiao had already gotten into the pink Cullinan.

"Does she have a backer?"

"Here." Yang Peifeng leaned on the railing and motioned him to watch TV.

"What?"

The female reporter faced the screen, stood at the hospital entrance, and spoke clearly.

"According to reliable sources, Mr. Pei Zhiting, Executive President and CEO of Xiting International Group, has been in poor health recently and has been hospitalized for a full month!"

"Just today, this business legend was finally discharged from the hospital after recovering."

If he doesn't leave the hospital, the unscrupulous media will write: Pei XX was buried in such and such a place and such a tomb on such and such a day in such and such a year, and what happened to his spouse and offspring...

"Mrs. Pei was wearing a mask, sunglasses and a hat, and Miss Pei was also protected in Mrs. Pei's arms."

"We are currently unable to determine what the two of you look like."

"Sorry, I refuse to answer the last question. It involves my family. Thank you."

After saying that, he picked up Doudou with one hand and put his arm around Song Xijiao's waist with the other, and left surrounded by bodyguards.

The media is reporting non-stop. Just now there was a full press release, but now there are not enough copies, so we need to continue filming.

"According to insiders, President Pei's hospitalization was the result of a conspiracy, possibly by a rival company. The specific incident is still under investigation."

"That's all we know so far. Thank you all for coming."

"We will continue to follow up on the situation with Mr. Pei, Mrs. Pei, and Ms. Pei."

Sun Minghao pointed at the TV and said, "This..."

During his injury, Song Xijiao received countless calls, from the hospital, his subordinates, partners, the industrial and commercial tax department, and the media...

Now, she lies down on the bed as soon as she gets home and falls asleep as soon as she touches the bed. Except for the time for eating and going to the toilet, she spends the rest of the time in bed.

"Uncle."

"Have a good rest. When your injury is healed, I can agree to anything you want, except her."

Pei Hetong leaned weakly on the hospital bed. His wounds kept getting inflamed and festering, and multiple punctures to drain the pus and blood were enough to put a heavy burden on his body.

"He's become resistant to antibiotics," the attending doctor said apologetically, "If this doesn't work, there's nothing we can do."

They are uncle and nephew, and also playmates. Five-year-old Pei Hetong is a little tail, calling his uncle "uncle" all day long.

"Uncle, have you finished your homework?"

"Uncle, let's play games together!"

"Uncle, let's go play outside!"

Pei Zhiting is in the first grade. He is still in preschool. He measures his height every day, thinking that if he grows a little taller, he can catch up with his uncle.

"Uncle, if you don't give me pocket money, I won't call you anymore."

"Okay, here you go."

“…”

“…”

Later, his mother didn't let him play with Pei Zhiting and pointed at his head with her finger.

"Look at yourself, you're such a loser. Pei Zhiting gave you a candy, and you just followed him around like a madman, not even recognizing your own parents."

"Without him, everything in the Pei family is yours! If you continue to play with Pei Zhiting, you won't recognize me as your mother."

“…”

Why does he like Song Xijiao?

Because... she doesn't have Chu Zhihan's tyranny and tyranny.

She would not be like Chu Zhihan, who would control and interfere in everything he did.

She would just say, "You've worked hard."

"Thanks."

"Let's eat!"

She wouldn't get angry because Pei Hetong was talking to other girls. She would just say, "We're working together, don't overinterpret it."

Pei Zhiting finally got what he had longed for in Song Xijiao.

"Uncle, can you promise me one thing this time?"

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