Pei Yue knew a lot about Song Anyang's careful thoughts, and when he saw the woman blushing, he didn't ask her again, but replied very seriously: "But we will live here today." ”

When the man said this, his face was serious and cautious, his eyes were straight ahead, and he was driving with full attention.

Hearing this, the woman's face sank suddenly, she looked sideways at the man, and her eyebrows were tightly frowned.

After hesitating for a while, Song Anyang felt that it was nothing to stay for one night, but he couldn't help but ask: "Do you have to live?" ”

After finishing speaking, Ning Anyang turned his gaze out of the car window again, looked at the clean and tidy road outside, and thought of Old Man Pei.

An old man with a strange name and an extraordinary bearing, although he has gray hair, he is full of energy and has a calm and straight posture.

Thinking of Pei Yue's grandfather, Song Anyang couldn't help but think of his grandfather, and the two were compared...... What a world of difference!

When the man heard the woman asking, his eyes were slightly sluggish, and the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't help but rise, he didn't look at the woman, but just said lightly: "Just stay for one night, don't worry, I will be light." ”

When the words fell, the man had already driven the car into the courtyard of Pei's house.

When the woman heard the man's insinuations, her face turned even redder, she turned her head to stare at the man, and said with some annoyance: "You are not allowed to touch me today." ”

The woman's voice was a little high, and her face was full of anger, a very certain and non-negotiable decision.

When Song Anyang's words fell, Pei Yue had already stopped the car, seeing that the woman was so bold that he wouldn't let him touch it, the smile on the corner of his mouth rose higher, and he didn't rush to get out of the car after turning off the engine, but suddenly reached out, clasped the back of the woman's head, and leaned over to look at her up close.

The woman was looked at by the man at close range, and the anger on her body before was instantly annihilated; The red on his face had burned to the back of his ears, and he tried to get too close away from the man, but he was tightly held by the man.

The two held each other like this for a moment, and the man suddenly leaned against the woman's ear, grinding gently, spraying the breath between his nose behind the woman's ear.

The mellow and deep voice slowly slipped into the woman's ears.

"Look at you, your face is red like this, and you can't say you can touch it." When the words fell, the man maliciously kissed the woman's ear and told her with the truth what is more honest.

When the woman heard the man's words, her face was already red as if she could drip blood, and she anxiously shrunk her neck, avoiding the man's intimate actions, and then hurriedly opened the door and got out of the car when the man let go.

Song Anyang got out of the car, but Pei Yue didn't stop her, and then got out of the car.

The housekeeper of the Pei family had been waiting outside the car, and when he saw the legendary little young lady getting out of the car with a red face, her face was stained with uncomfortable, and she coughed lowly, so she turned her eyes to the little young master.

I haven't seen it for a long time, and the sharp aura on the little young master's body has decreased a lot; The spring breeze in the corner of his eyes, as if everything has recovered after the deep cold, is different from before!

After Pei Yue got out of the car, he handed over the car keys to the housekeeper and told him to take out the gifts in the car box, and followed the woman in a hurry.

The housekeeper took the key with both hands, and was extremely shocked to learn that the little master had gone home this time and brought a gift to the old man.

In the past, it was good for the young master to be able to go home, but this time he even brought a gift.

It really doesn't seem to be the same............

Song Anyang was a little dizzy by the man, and she was teased by some evil pictures in her mind, and after getting out of the car, she held the gift she brought to Old Man Pei in her hand and walked forward directly.

After taking a few steps, he was pulled back by the man.

"You just wanted to leave?"

After the man pulled the woman back, he asked in a low voice, his eyes swept over the woman's still red face, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more delicate.

Hearing this, the woman immediately stopped, raised her eyes and looked forward, then looked at the other places in embarrassment, and finally hung her head and turned around.

The woman turned around, and the man reached out to wrap his hand around the woman's waist, and his warm and generous palms rested his clothes to transmit the temperature.

The woman was held by a man, and she didn't resist at first, but only raised her eyes to look at the Pei family's villa, which was similar to what she saw in Zhujia yesterday, all of which belonged to Chinese-style villas.

Just when she walked to the fast-in house, Song Anyang suddenly stopped, first reached out and opened the palm of the man's waist around her, then took a breath and stood up straight.

"You say, I'm like this, is it okay?" Song Anyang asked a little nervously, and after that, he stuffed the box containing blue and white porcelain in his hand into the man's hand, and raised his hand to strand his hair.

The man saw the woman's movements, chuckled and followed her movements to take the box, and looked at the woman's haircut, his eyes burning.

After a while, Song Anyang felt that it was about the same, so he stopped his movements and turned his head to look at the man, as if he wanted him to evaluate it.

When the man saw the woman turn her head to look at him, her eyes were slightly stagnant, and the smile on the corner of her mouth opened again.

Only two words were evaluated: "Perfect." ”

These two words, but the highest evaluation in the men's dictionary, can be heard in the ears of women, but they feel that the evaluation is too high, and there is a suspicion of perfunctory.

So the woman reached out and took the bottle in the man's hand back into her hand, and said angrily, slightly dissatisfied: "You are teasing me again." ”

The word 'perfect', Song Anyang doesn't think she can afford it, she goes up and down, left and right, none of them is perfect.

When the man saw that the woman heard him praise her, he was not happy, his face suddenly sank, and then he recalled it a little, and then he spoke again quite seriously: "You are a little shorter, and your hair should not be draped." ”

After speaking, the man looked at the woman, as if he wanted to find some more fault.

But when the woman saw that the man had picked two faults on her in a row, her face immediately darkened, and she looked down at her height, thinking that she should be at the public level, at least over one hundred and sixty!

As for the hair......... Why didn't Pei Yue remind her before going out?!

Thinking of this, the woman was not angry, but angry.

didn't wait for the man to find fault with her again, so she looked angry, glared at the man, and stepped in.

The man was still thinking about finding fault with the woman, and suddenly he was glared at by the woman, his eyes were slightly sluggish, and he looked at the figure walking in front.

found that the creature of a woman really turned her face faster than a book.

There was silence for a moment.

The woman was not happy, but the man stepped up to catch up, stretched out his hand to put his arm around the woman's shoulder, and asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong with you." ”

The man asked, and the woman glanced sideways at him, and then calmly replied with a rather displeased look, "You are tall." These words have a strong sour taste.

Hearing this, the man's face was slightly sluggish, he thought for a moment, and replied quite rigorously: "Seriously speaking, my height is indeed a bit tall. ”

This is a serious and situational analysis of the man, and it is not a half-false conclusion.