After Mr. Pei Marries An Overweight Lady

Pei Zhengyang thought that the destruction of the ward was the limit he could endure.

But he was wrong.

When the breakfast delivered by the cook the next day was divided into three different shapes and equal parts, and three colors of porridge were mixed in it, Pei Zhengyang felt that both his eyelids were twitching.

"What's the matter?" He tried to suppress it, but Pei Zhengyang didn't lose his demeanor in front of the old housekeeper.

"That's right, Miss Lin said that she is a doctor, and she knows better how to replenish her body. In the future, Miss Lin will be responsible for your three meals." After the old housekeeper said, his face was full of praise for Xia Qing.

Pei Zhengyang took a deep breath.

When the housekeeper left, Pei Zhengyang was about to throw away the insulation box when he heard the beep of the phone, and when he opened it, he saw Xia Qing sent a cute expression, and then Pei Zhengyang felt the gloomy tone over there across the screen, "Breakfast is also here. within the conditions."

Pei Zhengyang, "..."

calm!

Three days is very fast, but it is very long for Pei Zhengyang.

The pain in the chest is accompanied by the "surprise" that the little fat man gives him from time to time, making life colorful.

So much so that on the third day, Pei Zhengyang could reply, "Well, it tastes good."

Ah Hai sighed that Er Shao's obsessive-compulsive disorder can still be cured.

It would be great if heart disease could also be completely cured.

Thinking of this, Ah Hai became melancholy again, and helped Pei Zhengyang to sit in the wheelchair, "Is Second Young Master really going? What should I do if the wound becomes inflamed?"

"Crap." Is he going to his own engagement party? He was watching the jokes of the little fat man.

Pei Zhengyang didn't plan to attend this engagement banquet by himself. Since he announced that the operation had failed, it would naturally appear that the operation failed, but if he stayed in this ward any longer, he was afraid that he would suffer from neurasthenia.

Being reprimanded by Er Shao, Ah Hai was not angry at all, but even more uncomfortable, "Er Shao, Secretary Song has already arranged a stylist for you, I will let them come over now."

He knew that Er Shao must have felt that he was about to die, so he had to attend the engagement banquet in person, so as not to leave any regrets in life.

After thinking about it like this, Ah Hai nodded affirmatively, but as a result, he met Pei Zhengyang's disgusting gaze, and his head was full of questions. Did he understand right?

"Do I do my styling like this?" Pei Zhengyang looked down at the huge wound on his chest, more than 20 centimeters in size. The wound was stitched neatly and beautifully, even the stitches were exactly the same size.

For a few days in the ward, when he was forced by obsessive-compulsive disorder intolerable, he looked down at his chest.

It's just that I don't know if I'm too impressed by something about the little fat man. Every time I look at myself, the pair of Bai Nen with perfect symmetry and no flaws pops up in my mind, making him feel that the weather in June is getting worse and worse. getting drier.

Ah Hai looked bewildered when asked, isn't he attending the engagement banquet? Not styling?

"Go get me a suit and quilt."

"Yes." Ah Hai couldn't help but complain, he just said that he didn't want to do styling, and that he would need a suit.

Soon Song Xiao loosened his clothes and brought a stylist.

Pei Zhengyang took the thin quilt, covered his legs, and most importantly, covered the half of his trouser legs.

Finally seeing the rag, Pei Zhengyang's mood was much better, so Song Xiao put his suit jacket on him, and then ordered, "Take me to the hotel."

"Second Young Master, your current health is not suitable to be discharged from the hospital. If you want to think about it again, Miss Lin will understand." Song Xiao advised.

Pei Zhengyang ignored his words and glanced at the time, "What time is the engagement banquet of Little Fatty?"

"This..." Song Xiao looked at Ah Hai subconsciously.

Ah Hai quickly replied, "Miss Xia Qing chose an hour staggered from yours and Miss Lin's, at twelve o'clock."

"Oh, let's go."

Looking at the messy ward, Pei Zhengyang grinded his teeth to watch the fun.

Guess, Er Shao went to see the fun, what happened later?