The eldest daughter is committing suicide, and the marriage partner comes to redeem her

Jiang Ruoli picked up the phone and just as he said hello, Pei Zigui's clear and gentle voice came from the other end of the receiver: "When are you coming home? Send someone to pick you up."

To Jiang Ruoli, this stinky man was controlling her. If he was like this right after getting married, wouldn't he have no freedom in the future?

She raised her chin and snorted, "Yanyan and I are going to eat hot pot, you don't have to pick me up."

The other end of the line was silent for two seconds, and Pei Zigui's voice was unremarkable: "Call me when you're done."

Jiang Ruoli raised his voice a few notches, as if to build momentum for himself, "I can go home by myself, brother. This is Jiangcheng, not Myanmar."

Pei Zigui frowned, his tone showing that he could not refuse, "Really? Who was the last person to go to the police station? Okay, send me the address."

I probably won't be able to get over this for the rest of my life.

"Be good and obey."

The voice was clear but a little hoarse, like a light feather brushing across the ear, making people feel numb and itchy.

Jiang Ruoli held the phone tightly, and said in a soft voice with a little temper, "I know, it's annoying."

After hanging up the phone, she subconsciously pressed her heart which was beating abnormally. Damn, she was almost bewitched by this bastard.

The three of them chose a newly opened hot pot restaurant.

But just when Shen Zhiyan was halfway through her meal, she was called away by a phone call.

At the door, was the long-awaited dual-license plate Maybach.

"Ms. Shen, Mr. Li asked me to come and pick you up."

Shen Zhiyan did not get into the car immediately. Her clear eyes like autumn water stared at Zhou Zhu, whom she had just met in the morning.

"Since you are here..."

"Ms. Shen." Zhou Zhu secretly grabbed the car door and interrupted her. "Mr. Li, do you get a headache and can't sleep easily after drinking? I'm not very proficient in incense sticks and other things, so I'll have to trouble you."

Zhou Zhu's voice was straightforward and gentle: "Ms. Shen, Mr. Li drank a lot with Mr. Pei today."

Shen Zhiyan didn't say anything, frowned slightly, bent down and got into the car.

In the hot pot restaurant, Jiang Ruoli was still giving a long speech about who added the last piece of shrimp paste, and Xu Mengan stopped talking first.

She desperately winked at Jiang Ruoli, "Your husband."

In the bustling and noisy hotpot restaurant, the voices of chatting are not so clear.

"what?"

Just as Jiang Ruoli finished asking the question, a shadow fell on his right hand side.

Pei Zigui was wearing a high-end custom-made suit, which was totally out of place in the steaming hot pot restaurant, as if they were from two different worlds. From the first second he appeared at the door of the restaurant, he received countless looks.

"Why are you here? I haven't asked you to pick me up yet."

Pei Zigui didn't explain much, "I just happened to pass by here after finishing work."

He noticed that there were several small bowls on the little girl's table, each containing a different dipping sauce, but all of them had no chili pepper.

She must have been enjoying the meal so much that she took off her coat and threw it aside casually. A thin layer of sweat oozed from the tip of her small nose, and she looked as lively as a flower covered with dew in the early morning.

Pei Zigui took two tissues to wipe the sauce stains from the corners of Jiang Ruoli's mouth. His eyes were filled with pampering, and even his voice was tinged with laughter: "Have you finished eating?"

Xu Mengan was stunned on the opposite side. Is this still the President Pei that everyone in Jiangcheng's business community fears?

Jiang Ruoli blinked his eyes and his eyebrows moved slightly, "I'm full, but I still want to eat sago."

"Sago?" Pei Zigui seemed unable to understand the relationship between the hot pot restaurant and sago.

"The hot pot restaurant has after-meal desserts, including mango sago and coconut sago. I want to try some." Jiang Ruoli's voice was delicate, even a little coquettish.

"Then order one."

“I want to try both.”

"Both."

The two of them went back and forth, shocking Xu Mengan to the point of turning into a sculpture. Is this a plastic marriage? Which plastic husband dotes on his wife like this?

It is estimated that even Jiang Ruoli herself did not realize that the way she and Pei Zigui get along is just like a couple in love. It seems that no matter how much trouble the little drama queen makes, she will always meet a big devil who tolerates her.

"An An, which one do you want?"

Xu Mengan came back to her senses and waved her hand, "No more eating. I'll have to eat grass for three days after this meal. You eat. Since your husband is here to pick you up, I'll leave first."

After all, except when facing Jiang Ruoli, no one could bear the oppression of Pei Zigui's eyes. She didn't want to be a light bulb.

"Do you need me to send someone to escort Miss Xu?"

"No, I'm driving." Xu Mengan took her things and waved goodbye to Jiang Ruoli, "I'm leaving first. Bye."

"Bye, tell me when you get home."

"okk!"

What kind of fate is this? She drove the car when she came, and when they left, they were picked up by luxury cars one by one, and she had to drive home by herself.

Ugh!

In the hot pot restaurant, Jiang Ruoli moved his butt forward and pulled Pei Zigui to sit next to him.

"Don't just stand there. Everyone is looking at you."

Pei Zigui smiled and rubbed Jiang Ruoli's head.

When he sat down, Jiang Ruoli smelled a faint smell of red wine, hidden in the fragrance of fir. But now, it has been wrapped up by the rich smell of hot pot.

"you've been drinking?"

Pei Zigui said softly, "I drank a little with Li Yanzhou, don't you like it?"

The wine you drink with Li Yanzhou must be good wine.

The desserts were served quickly, and within a few minutes they were brought up. Pei Zigui moved Jiang Ruoli's pile of dishes to the corner, and placed two bowls of sago in front of her.

"Eat."

Use a small silver spoon to scoop up the fresh orange mango, mix it with the milky sago and put it into your mouth. It is icy and cool, washing away the greasiness after the hot pot.

The little fox narrowed his bright eyes and glared at Pei Zigui openly, "Okay, you secretly drank something good behind my back. What did you drink?"

A mischievous smile appeared on his stern face. "This is Cabernet Sauvignon from a French winery. If you like it, we have another bottle at home. But I remember you seem to like Riesling?"

One year he met Jiang Ruoli by chance in a restaurant, and the girl ordered a light-tasting Riesling.

"I'll just try it, you can't bear it?"

Hearing this, Pei Zigui suddenly leaned forward, his eyes dark and dark, as if something was eager to break through. His bony hands adjusted Jiang Ruoli's accidentally scattered hair behind his ears, and he breathed heavily.

"My things all belong to Mrs. Pei. Do you think I'd be willing to give them up?"

There seemed to be different emotions flowing in their gazes.

Jiang Ruoli pulled the shaky hair away and smiled slightly, "Then you can help Mrs. Pei tie her hair first."

Her voice is delicate, with a slightly rising ending, like a cunning little fox.

Pei Zigui smiled without saying anything, took the rubber band, and patiently tied it up for her again.

"How do you know how to tie hair?" Aren't many boys not able to do that? She has also seen many funny videos of fathers tying their daughters' hair for the first time.

"Have you ever tied up your girlfriend before?"

Pei Zigui took back his hand, and stretched out his long legs casually. His tone was a little playful, but more doting: "There was a little baby crying and asking me to comb her hair. She would cry if I hurt her accidentally. She was so delicate. Later, she learned it after two times."

Jiang Ruoli felt a slight sour feeling in his heart, as if it was filled with carbonic acid bubbles.

"Who?"

"The eldest daughter of the Jiang family."

Jiang Ruoli was stunned. How could she not remember anything at all? "Don't slander me. I didn't do that."

Pei Zigui chuckled, "Well, you were too young at that time, so it's normal for you to forget. If you don't believe me, you can go ask your mother."

"I won't ask." The main reason was that Pei Zigui didn't need to tell such a lie, and it would be useless to ask.

Jiang Ruoli couldn't help but think of what the elders said at the wedding: Lili has liked to cling to Zigui since she was a child, and now the lovers have finally gotten married.

"By the way, speaking of Li Yanzhou, did you get him drunk?"

Pei Zigui narrowed his eyes, looking playful, "He said he was drunk?"