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

As the buttons were unbuttoned one by one, Jiang Ruoli's eyes unconsciously moved back and forth across the man's strong muscular lines.

Although Pei Zigui's skin color is not as white as hers, it is also a solid cold white skin.

At this moment, under the light, the skin on the abdomen looked a little red.

Obviously, the culprit was her spilled cup of hot water.

"Would you like to apply some burn ointment?"

"Need not."

Pei Zigui didn't take this little thing to heart. He took off his shirt casually, leaving his upper body naked.

"Then...would you like to apply an ice pack?"

Jiang Ruoli's eyes wandered, and she felt her cheeks were hot. She wanted to open the refrigerator door and put her head in to cool down.

As she said this, she wanted to jump off the kitchen counter.

As soon as she made a move, Pei Zigui held her down and then held her in his arms.

At this height, Jiang Ruoli's face was buried in Pei Zigui's chest, and below were his abdominal muscles.

"Don't move, let me hold you for a while."

Pei Zigui hugged Jiang Ruoli tightly, and his warm breath surrounded him.

"Did you go to smoke just now?"

A woman's soft and gentle voice came from my chest.

Pei Zigui was stunned, and the strength in his hand loosened a little, "If you don't like it, don't smoke next time."

Jiang Ruoli didn't know why Pei Zigui was smoking so late at night, but she knew that he must be in a bad mood.

His clear eyes moved as he thought of the words he had gotten out of Assistant Mott's mouth in the car today.

Perhaps, it was because driving the car touched upon Pei Zigui's past that he did not want to mention deep in his heart.

Suddenly I felt sorry for him.

After all, they are husband and wife now, so it is only natural to show some concern for each other.

Jiang Ruoli pursed her lips and raised her little hand that was resting on the edge of the kitchen counter.

"Pei Zigui."

A soft and clear voice called out.

"Ah."

Immediately afterwards, Pei Zigui felt a fragrance rushing into his arms, and Jiang Ruoli took the initiative to hug his broad shoulders.

The sound sounded muffled.

"Have you paid your ticket for today? Actually, if you don't like driving, you don't have to force yourself."

Feeling Pei Zigui's body stiffen, Jiang Ruoli shrugged his nose and added:

"I can drive, too. Besides, I think Assistant Mott is pretty good at driving, too."

Pei Zigui said nothing, but just hugged her tightly, tighter and tighter, as if he wanted to merge her into his bones and blood.

The two people got closer and closer, and the air between them was gradually squeezed out.

Jiang Ruoli's legs opened unconsciously and wrapped around the man's waist.

Feeling the heat, she shifted uncomfortably.

"Be obedient and let me hold you for a while."

The gentle and hoarse tone seemed to really need her.

Jiang Ruoli stopped twisting.

"Then hold me for a while. It's not comfortable to sit here."

Pei Zigui's lips curled slightly, wondering how could the person in his arms be so well-behaved.

He touched the back of Jiang Ruoli's head.

"Well, hold me for a while longer."

In the silent kitchen, the two of them just hugged each other, and other than that, there was no other inappropriate behavior.

But a simple hug has tremendous healing power.

Pei Zigui really kept his promise. After a while, he picked up Jiang Ruoli.

Considering that she had said before that a princess hug would touch her waist, this time Pei Zigui simply held her thighs with both hands and picked her up face to face, and then placed them on her perky buttocks.

"hold me."

Jiang Ruoli let out a light cry, hugged the man's neck tightly, and wrapped her legs tightly around his strong waist.

Before leaving the kitchen, Pei Zigui did not forget the bone china cup placed in the corner of the kitchen counter. He also used his free hand to fill it with hot water, and then walked up the stairs steadily with the person in his arms.

Pushing open the door, Jiang Ruoli seemed to suddenly remember something, patted the man's shoulder with his palm, and raised his voice:

"By the way, I met your stepmother when I was in the hospital today."

Afraid that Pei Zigui might forget things, she kindly reminded him:

"It's Ye Die. She seems to be going to the second floor, that direction...either the urology department or the obstetrics and gynecology department."

Pei Zigui's eyebrows moved slightly, and he gently put the person on the bed.

It’s as if I had never heard of it.

"Could it be that your father is still strong and wants to give you a brother? Hey, I'm talking to you, do you hear me? If the baby is really born, will he also share the Pei family's assets?"

Pei Zigui handed the cup to Jiang Ruoli and whispered, "Drink some water first. Don't you want to clear your throat?"

"Huh? How do you know I want to clear my throat?" Jiang Ruoli obediently took two sips from his hand.

Just as she was about to say something else, Pei Zigui put the cup aside, bent down and covered her with a quilt. His tone was calm, as if he was not surprised by what she had just said.

"Don't worry about this for now. Go to sleep. You've been running around all day. Aren't you sleepy?"

Jiang Ruoli had originally wanted to gossip with him, but she didn't expect this man to be so indifferent to the matter.

Or did he not want to talk to me about the Pei family at all?

Yes, yes, as a fake wife in an arranged marriage, she shouldn’t care about so many things and just focus on playing the role of Mrs. Pei.

She was so kind and concerned about him and comforted him just now!

I felt angry for no reason and my temper came out like a spoiled brat.

Jiang Ruoli turned his head and got into bed.

"Never mind, I'm not interested. Ha!"

Pei Zigui didn't know why the little girl left her back to him. He half-knelt on the bed, one hand resting on Jiang Ruoli's pillow, and coaxed her softly:

"Don't worry, no one can shake my position in Pei's. All my money is yours."

Jiang Ruoli became even angrier when he heard this.

Is this a matter of money? Jiang Ruoli has never coveted Pei Zigui's money!

This is probably the difference in thinking between men and women.

"I don't want your money!"

"Sleepy!"

"Sleep!"

"Don't talk to me!"

"Don't hug me either! You stink!"

After a series of exclamations, Jiang Ruoli rolled to the edge of the bed and closed his eyes.

After thinking it over, he still couldn't figure out why the little girl was angry. Pei Zigui sighed and turned into the bathroom.

I have to get rid of the smell of smoke on my body, otherwise it will be difficult to hug her.

She doesn't like the smell of smoke.

Coming out of the bathroom, Pei Zigui was still covered in thick moisture. The smoke had long since dissipated, replaced by a faint scent of shower gel.

The person on the bed had his eyes closed and curled up into a ball, as if he had fallen asleep. He was swaying on the edge of the bed and was about to roll onto the carpet if he was not careful.

Pei Zigui strode forward and hugged the person who had rolled to the edge into his arms.

Jiang Ruoli was dazed, and smelled a familiar scent, and whispered coquettishly: "Don't touch me, you annoying guy..."

Although she said this, her body involuntarily rubbed against the man's arms, seeking a sense of security.

The little girl's subconscious action pleased Pei Zigui. Love filled her deep eyes. Her eyes, which usually had no warmth, softened into a pool of gentle water at this moment.

"Baby, why are you so good?"

His arms avoided the injured area of ​​Jiang Ruoli and hugged him tighter.

The heat is close and the love is integrated.

"Check Ye Die's recent movements."