Every time Song Xijiao stayed at the old house, she was gentle and polite to them.
Ever since I got pregnant, my whole temperament seems to be different from before. How should I put it? I seem to be more imposing and majestic.
But think about it, she is very precious now, and no one can get close to her. Even when she goes out to stroll in the garden, she has to be accompanied by the housekeeper personally, for fear of any accidents.
Pei Zhiting said: If you can get this project done, I will agree to what you said before.
Pei Hetong immediately took the project book and went on a business trip without saying a word.
Pei Zhongchen: ...
He had never seen such a shameless person!
If he wasn't his son, he would have kicked him out long ago!
Pei Zhiting stood by the window at the end of the corridor for a while. He lowered his head, lit a cigarette, and thought of what Song Xijiao said.
No smoking, it's bad for children.
Pei Zhiting sneered, looked at the cigarette burning between his fingers, remembered her eyes full of anger, and finally put out the cigarette in the ashtray by the window.
Everyone in the old house was asleep.
“…”
He looked around the room and finally stopped at the painting hanging on the bedside. It was a wedding photo, and the two of them were smiling sweetly and happily.
When Pei Zhiting was born, Pei Zhonghuan was 43 years old and Li Zhenyun was 20 years old.
Pei Hetong has liked to compete with Pei Zhiting since he was a child.
Pei Hetong would snatch away anything that Pei Zhiting liked.
At that time, Pei Zhiting was sitting in the study, holding a pen in his hand, tapping the table lightly. He looked up, looked at Pei Hetong, raised the corners of his lips, and smiled with his face but not his eyes.
With a "bang", Pei Zhiting broke the pen and the ink splashed all over his hand.
Pei Hetong exclaimed as if he had discovered a new world.
"Your grip is too strong. You could even break a pen. Could it be that you... like Song Xijiao too?"
Butler Bai climbed the stairs quietly, trying not to make any noise with each step.
After he reached the second floor, he went straight to the study.
When he gently pushed open the carved wooden door, Pei Zhonghuan was sitting in front of the window, holding the white piece in his left hand and the black piece in his right hand, just like two people playing chess.
He waved his hand, "Got it, go down!"
In his heart, he still favors his son!
If he continued to object at this time, it would not only arouse Pei Zhiting's rebellious psychology and push Song Xijiao completely into Pei Zhiting's arms, but would also only make Pei Zhiting more alienated and alienated from him as his father.
"This matter..."
Butler Bai hesitated to speak. What Pei Zhiting did was really unkind. It was obvious that this would cause trouble for Pei Zhonghuan.
"This matter ends here, and no one is allowed to mention it again."
Li Zhenjun replaced all the furniture in the room and decorated it completely according to Pei Zhiting's preferences, but she only forgot to pay attention to the photo hanging on the head of the bed.
Under the Albizia Julibrissin tree.
The girl carrying a black backpack had her face hidden by the shade of the tree, leaving only her bright profile.
The bed has no carvings and is made of leather. The mattress is of moderate firmness and the quilt and pillows exude a fresh soap scent.
In the light and shadow, his shirt was slightly wrinkled, but even in the dim light, one could still see his straight nose and sharp jawline.
Song Xijiao stroked the gray quilt. She wanted to transform it into the way she liked, little by little.
Her mind wandered.
"This room was decorated by He Tong. Why are you giving me suggestions?"
She didn't dare to refute, for she was afraid that Chu Zhihan would oppress her again as the head of the family.
She could only talk to Pei Hetong in private, and Pei Hetong would coax her.
She smiled self-deprecatingly. Chu Zhihan was the mistress of the Pei family, so of course her beloved son had to put Chu Zhihan first in everything.
A shadow slanted in from the window, casting a dark shadow on the door. The shadow was low and thin, and did not match the decoration on the wall.
Only then did she remember that this was Pei Zhiting's room.
She turned her head and looked at the photo on the wall. She had bought a schoolbag like this when she was in junior high school, and she also had a doll hanging on the zipper.
"Drink some, you've lost weight."
"Thanks."
She took the cup with both hands. It was hot milk, which made her feel a little sick.
In the past, she would not have expressed her feelings, but she glanced at Pei Zhiting. The love and cherishment in his eyes were like sunlight that she could not look directly at, which made her want to confide in him.
"I feel like throwing up."
"Did you eat something wrong? Or did you catch a cold? Ask Aunt Wang to take your pulse?"
"Aunt Wang is on vacation."
"Let Sister Li prepare some medicine for you."
"Pei Zhiting, have you forgotten that I'm pregnant? I vomited because your son or daughter doesn't like pure milk."
Pei Zhiting hurriedly poured a glass of warm water for Song Xijiao and held the glass to her.
"Drink some water, do you feel better?"
After drinking the milk, Pei Zhiting taught her how to write calligraphy.
"Look, this is your 'Pei', this is your 'Zhi', and this is your 'Ting'."
Should she be reminded that her original intention of coming to Pei Zhiting's room was not to drink milk and practice calligraphy, but when she saw Pei Zhiting holding her right hand attentively, pressing her fingers on the tip of the pen, and teaching her how to write, she suddenly didn't want to say it, and this was also good.
"What do you want to eat tomorrow?"
"I want something spicy."
"no."
“I want to eat seafood.”
"Can."
“…”
There are two Albizia julibrissin trees outside the window. Under Pei Zhiting's careful care, one of them has sprouted new buds and the other is full of flowers.
The wind blew gently, and the petals fell, landing on the quiet sleeping face.
But the excitement belongs to them and has nothing to do with Song Xijiao.
She is pregnant and the doctor told her to stay cheerful.
He took out his cell phone and took a picture of Song Xijiao's sleeping face. Looking at her sleeping face, he felt incredibly satisfied.
The light at six o'clock in the morning is dim, but enough to awaken the sleeping soul.
Song Xijiao woke up from her dream and subconsciously looked to the side. Pei Zhiting was still sleeping.
She recalled that she slept like a pig last night and didn't even know how long Pei Zhiting had been with her. She was really stupid.
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