"Is she sick? What kind of illness could she have? She's the beauty of class six. It's her first time falling in love." The boy said with a suggestive and vulgar smile.
"Where are you thinking! Of course it's not a disease in that area, it's a family inheritance of this woman, she has mental illness!"
The man pushed him and continued, "Why fall in love when you are sick? Who are you trying to kill?"
Pei Yun held the chopsticks in his singer's hand nonchalantly, with no emotion in his eyes.
"Is it too noisy?"
Lu Yuansi felt something was wrong with Pei Yunge.
"No."
Pei Yunge lazily held his chin, and before his elbows touched the table, he was stopped by Lu Yuansi.
Subsequently.
Pei Yunge saw him take a piece of paper and put it under her elbow, then glanced at Pei Yunge with disgust, "It's all oil."
"..." You still come here after you feel disgusted
Pei Yunge didn't think much about it, but remembered what happened that night and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, no one knew what happened that night at Uther Mansion.
…
After returning.
Pei Yunge went upstairs and took a shower first.
Sitting at her desk, scenes from her past life inexplicably appeared in her mind.
For a moment it was that woman, with an extremely gentle face.
For a moment, the woman seemed to be crying and laughing, with gloomy eyebrows, grabbing her neck and asking her if she wanted to die with her.
When she was little, she hated the woman named Meng Ying.
Because that woman even pretends to be gentle. As long as that woman goes crazy, she will inevitably be covered in wounds.
Sometimes it was smashed, sometimes it was burned by cigarette butts.
But every time she woke up the next day and saw the proud woman breaking down and crying in front of her, she couldn't help but walk up to her and hug her gently.
But from that moment on, Pei Yunge knew for the first time that he was a failure.
The marriage between Meng Ying and that person failed.
If it weren't for her grandfather and grandpa's strong request, she might not have survived.
But what Pei Yunge never thought about was that the woman was dead.
The day before her eighteenth birthday. Meng Ying bought new kitchenware and sent a text message to Pei Yunge saying that she would make her a cake for her birthday. But when Pei Yunge returned home, he saw with his own eyes that Meng Ying put an overdose of medicine into the cake.
However, the next day.
The cake made by Meng Ying was thrown to the ground.
On the table was a box of chocolates and a stuffed bear that Meng Ying had prepared at some point.
And Meng Ying died.
There was also a letter left on the ground for Pei Yunge.
…
It didn't take long.
Pei Yunge heard a knock on the door and pulled her back from her memories.
"Yunyun?"
Pei Yunge looked clear and turned his head again, "Huh? What's wrong?"
The man's magnetic voice came through the bedroom door.
"Going downstairs for dinner."
After Pei Yunge came to his senses, he walked to the door and opened it.
As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw a handsome man standing at the door, tall and tall as jade.
Seeing that he hadn't left, Pei Yunge subconsciously asked, "Brother, what are you doing here?"
"Waiting for you to go down together."
Huo Shidu's careless gaze fell on Pei Yunge, and he suddenly stretched out his hand, gently pressing the backs of his warm and slender fingers against her forehead, "Yunyun, are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Pei Yunge raised his head and looked at him: "No."
Huo Shidu felt that the temperature on the little girl's forehead was normal, but he didn't say much.
But I still noticed that Pei Yunge was not in any good mood.
After going downstairs.
Pei Yunge looked as usual and sat eating without saying a word. He didn't notice the vague gaze of the man opposite him.
(End of chapter)