Song Xijiao took the opportunity to take the pastry from his hand and started eating it herself.
"Go quickly, don't keep Dad waiting for you."
"Uncle, what does grandpa want to talk to me about?"
Pei Zhiting put his hands in his pockets, his posture lazy, "I don't know, you'll know when you go there."
Song Xijiao was sitting on the bed eating pastries in small bites.
His eyes dimmed slightly and he raised his hand and knocked on the door.
"Come in."
Song Xijiao thought it was Pei He who had returned, so she didn't even raise her head.
Pei Zhiting pushed open the door and walked in. Looking at Song Xijiao lying on the bed eating pastries, his eyes flashed slightly.
"Is it tasty?"
Song Xijiao's face turned red little by little, "You, you, you..."
Pei Zhiting chewed slowly, staring at her with a burning look in his eyes.
“So sweet.”
Song Xijiao recalled a line of poetry: "Pile of stones is like jade, row of pines is like emerald. Lang is so beautiful, there is no other like him in the world."
His eyebrows are very wide, but his eyes are slender in shape, which makes him look a little feminine. However, his nose is high and the height of his brow bone forms a turn with the bridge of his nose, so he does not look feminine at all.
Just like its name, it is like the top of a mountain and a garden with a distant view.
"Don't worry, huh?"
"Jiaojiao, I have remained chaste for you for so many years. How are you going to compensate me?"
Her pupils suddenly contracted, "What?!"
Pei Zhiting hadn't figured out how to answer her yet. He couldn't just say:
I have liked you for many years and have longed for you for many years. I even ran away abroad the day after your wedding. Was it because I didn't want to see the sweet scene between you two?
I bought a house specifically to store your photos, and they cover every wall.
A Wall Street tycoon approached him to discuss cooperation, but he refused.
He was very angry, "Why?!"
"I want to go back to my country. My Jiaojiao is still waiting for me."
"But Pei, you don't have a girlfriend at all! Your office is filled with nothing but finance and architecture books, no trace of a woman at all!"
"Who said I don't have a woman?"
His house is full of women.
"Jiaojiao, I regret it..."
He thought she was happy, but she was not living a good life at all...
He is back.
His Jiaojiao, the one he cherished in his heart, how dare they treat her like this!
He was unwilling to accept this, this was his child, his and Song Xijiao's child...
Oh……
He asked An Sui to ask the obstetrician who performed the prenatal checkup on Song Xijiao.
It was said that the fetus was developing normally, but the mother was overly worried, depressed, had a poor appetite, and had symptoms of insomnia.
She cared about the child very much. She sorted all the receipts issued by the hospital in order and put them in a folder. Not a single one was lost, even the small receipt printed out by the hospital after payment.
He sat up straight, pulled up the thin silk quilt that was not oppressive, and patted her back again and again.
"Be good, go to sleep..."
Chu Zhihan forced her to take a nap every day. She had only taken a nap before coming to the old house, and now she couldn't sleep.
When she opened her eyes, she saw his gentle and affectionate eyes, staring at her intently, and there seemed to be a deep heartache in them?
She shook her head to get rid of the strange feeling.
The baby in the belly seemed to feel the arrival of its father, and stretched out its hands and kicked its feet happily.
"He moved!"
Pei Zhiting took the book from the bedside table, "You Are the April of the World", and when he opened it, he saw a dried flower bookmark made of albizzia julibrissin lying quietly between the title pages.
He glanced at the page number: page thirty-three.
There is a big tree hole between the third and fourth trees.
They would put the communication notes somewhere and press them down with stones.
It is exactly the same as the flower that was stuck in the book that year, even the number of petals is exactly the same.
She wrapped the book in a cover.
The pages are still yellowing and the footers are curled up, which shows that the owner often carries it with him and reads it frequently.
Song Xijiao wanted to take it, but Pei Zhiting was one step ahead of her and raised it high so that she couldn't reach it.
"This book is too old and not suitable for prenatal education. I'll give you another one."
Song Xijiao frowned, looking a little anxious, "No! Give it to me now!"
Pei Zhiting put one arm around her waist and with the other hand placed the book on the bookshelf behind her where she couldn't reach.
"Jiaojiao, I have a lot of books in my study. What kind of books do you like to read? Finance or architecture? I have more books in these two categories."
Song Xijiao's eyes turned red with anxiety. "You bastard! Give me the book!"
"Don't be angry. It's not worth it if you hurt yourself and the child. We should still teach something useful in prenatal education. Forget about romance books. It would be bad if the baby was born with a love-brain, right?"
Song Xijiao heard this and it seemed to agree. Falling in love is not a good idea...
She deflated, collapsed on the bed, and stared blankly at the ceiling.
Pei Zhiting pulled out another book from the bookshelf, sat at the head of the bed, placed Song Xijiao's head on his lap, touched her belly, opened the book with his other hand, and slowly narrated:
"In the free competition of capitalism, some large banks and some monopoly organizations have formed monopoly groups through integration or close ties..."
Her baby started crying before it was even born. What kind of prenatal education did she listen to?!
Capitalist?!
“Knock, knock, knock—”
There was an inopportune knock on the door, and the servant's voice was heard outside.
"Second Master, the old master wants you to go to the study."
This was the first time Song Xijiao turned her back on Pei Zhiting.
"Who wants you to come again!"
"Jiaojiao, I'll come find you later."
Song Xijiao pulled up the shoulder strap with trembling fingers, and almost broke the shoulder strap in her hand when she heard his words.
"I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep soon... The child is bothering me, you mustn't bother me."
This is her magic weapon to deal with the Pei family, and it works every time.
"Jiaojiao, are you using the child as a shield?"
"Don't bother me..."
"Okay, I won't bother you. I'll be back as soon as possible."
Pei Zhiting opened the door and regained his gentle demeanor.
"knew."
The servant lowered his head and moved aside. Why did the old man know that Pei Zhiting was in Song Xijiao's room?
Could it be...
For the sake of the high salary, she should just shut up!
Pei Zhiting glared at the servant, the threat in his eyes was self-evident. The servant lowered his head even more and promised that he would not say anything.
"Take good care of her."
"yes."
Song Xijiao stood inside the door, listening to Pei Zhiting's footsteps gradually fading away. She immediately reached out to close the door, but the servant came over quickly and stopped her.
"Please don't make things difficult for us. The old man has ordered that we cannot leave your side. Wherever you go, we must follow you."
Does this mean she is not allowed to go out?
Song Xijiao slammed the door angrily, scaring the servant so much that he immediately let go. She then slammed the door and went into the house.
The servant touched his nose and didn't dare to follow in, so he stood guard at the door.
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