Song Xijiao clutched the quilt tightly with both hands. Her forehead and neck were covered with sweat, and she moaned in pain.
"Pei Zhiting, don't listen to their nonsense. I haven't forgotten you. I love you."
Pei Zhiting used his other hand to smooth out Song Xijiao's frown, but as soon as it was smoothed out, it frowned again.
He kissed Song Xijiao on the lips again and again.
Song Hua and his family of three came to see her and bumped into Zhao Hairong. Song Hua scolded Zhao Hairong for being hypocritical and even taking advantage of his own parents.
Zhao Hairong didn't dare to speak. He was afraid of Song Hua, and even more afraid of Pei Zhiting.
Song Xijiao stayed in the hospital for another two days and was discharged only after confirming that there was no problem.
Zhao Hairong wanted to give up the investigation and stop the accusation, but Song Xijiao was unwilling.
"I used to think that it's best to stay out of one's own way. Now that you've already done that, Zhao Hairong, do you think I'll do the same?"
“Jiaojiao…”
"I will ruin your body and reputation."
At this moment, Song Xijiao and Pei Zhiting looked at him with exactly the same eyes.
Cold and cruel.
"I'm waiting for you to ruin my reputation."
"Jiaojiao."
Pei Zhiting came home from get off work and walked into the bedroom. He naturally put his arms around Song Xijiao's waist.
"Are you hungry?"
"Hungry~"
"What do you want to eat?"
"I want to eat... you..."
Song Xijiao tiptoed, put her arms around Pei Zhiting's neck, put her lips next to Pei Zhiting's ear, and deliberately stretched out her voice in a coquettish voice.
“…cooked noodles.”
Pei Zhiting smiled secretly, carried her into the kitchen, let her lean on the glass table, turned on the fire, and started.
"Jiaojiao, wash the vegetables."
"good."
The noodles were filled with Song Xijiao’s favorite shrimps and the vegetables she had just washed.
The noodles he cooked were colorful, fragrant and delicious, and did not resemble the noodles cooked by a wealthy president who had been living a life of luxury for many years.
After taking a shower, Song Xijiao wiped her hair with a towel while walking towards the study. When she reached the door, she stopped. In the study, Pei Zhiting was holding a video conference with executives of the overseas branch.
His voice was cold, without a trace of warmth, but the executives did not dare to object to what he said.
This is Pei Zhiting, a man who is decisive and ruthless in the business world.
Only when facing her would he put down his disguise, be gentle to her, smile at her, and indulge her.
"Squeak~"
The study door was pushed open and Song Xijiao poked her head out.
He told the executives to adjourn the meeting and ended the video conference.
He waved to Song Xijiao, who walked into the study with a smile and came to Pei Zhiting's side. Pei Zhiting stretched out his hand and pulled Song Xijiao, who sat on his lap.
The wooden desk was hard and cold. Pei Zhiting opened the drawer, took out a blanket and spread it on the desk.
“…………”
That summer, he was fighting in the alley and his head was bleeding. A little girl ran over and handed him a piece of paper.
"Wipe the blood. You've lost so much blood. It hurts me just looking at it."
"If it hurts, why are you fighting?"
"Because they called me names, calling me a wild child that no one wanted, I beat them."
"You are a wild child, then what am I?"
"You are a little princess."
"You are a wild child and I am a little princess, but if I am the little princess, we are brother and sister, and my parents are your parents, then you are not a wild child anymore."
"Well, brother and sister, I am your brother."
"Then I'll give you a name. My name is Jiaojiao, and your name is Qiangqiang, okay?"
"not good."
"Is Qiangqiang not nice to listen to? But I think it sounds very nice."
"Whatever you want."
"Qiangqiang, I'll take you home and let mom and dad bandage your wound."
"Need not."
“………”
The warm yellow light makes people feel warm.
He really wanted time to stop at this moment forever.
Unfortunately, the day will always come.
Books were scattered all over the ground. Pei Zhiting picked up the books one by one and put them back on the bookshelf.
The desk was a mess.
His Jiaojiao is really getting more and more fierce.
When he was done, he put the shirts and blankets into the clothes basket and carried it out of the study.
"Mr. Pei, let me wash it."
Aunt Liu hurried over and reached out to take the clothes basket from Pei Zhiting's hand.
"No need, Aunt Liu, go and rest, I'll wash it myself."
"Okay, okay, I'll go rest now."
Pei Zhiting was very polite and courteous to her, but also very distant. He had never let her wash his underwear, let alone wash the filth left after he and Song Xijiao made love like today.
In early winter, Pei Zhiting created a jewelry brand for Song Xijiao, with Song Xijiao as the chief jewelry designer.
The jewelry designed by Song Xijiao is produced by the Xiting Group's jewelry processing factory and then sold by Xiting's jewelry companies.
She named the brand, ME.
ME, in French, means me.
Pei Zhiting asked her to design jewelry just to give her something to do and keep her from being bored. As for the brand name, she could call it whatever she liked.
On the day the jewelry brand was established, Song Xijiao posted on Weibo.
Song Xijiao: The ME jewelry brand officially launched today. Retweet and follow this post, and 100 people will be drawn to receive a ME brand necklace. @ME Jewelry Official Weibo.
“………”
Xiting Group: Congratulations on the establishment of the ME jewelry brand, @ME Jewelry official Weibo @Song Xijiao.
With Xiting Group taking the lead, celebrities who have cooperated with Xiting Group have reposted Song Xijiao's Weibo.
“………”
As Pei Zhiting entered the room, it was pitch black. He turned on the light and looked at the empty room. He frowned and called Song Xijiao.
"Jiaojiao, where are you?"
It was very noisy on the other end of the phone. There were men talking, women talking, and the sound of wine glasses clinking.
Song Xijiao had drunk some wine and was a little tipsy. She looked at the male model sitting next to her and talking to her, and she raised the corners of her lips and smiled charmingly.
"I'm at Mei Se, celebrating the male model's birthday."
Male model, celebrating birthday.
Pei Zhiting's face darkened and he gripped the phone so tightly that it seemed as if he wanted to crush it.
"Just stay there and I'll pick you up."
She dared to go to Mei Se to look for a male model. It seems that he has been too nice to her recently.
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