After Mr. Pei Marries An Overweight Lady

Xia Qing wondered, why did Pei Zhengyang go back to the old house?

Just as she was thinking, the door of the baby room was pushed open, and she looked up and saw the man in the wheelchair.

Xia Qing subconsciously looked at the shirt he just changed.

Pei Zhengyang followed Xia Qing's gaze and saw that the coat had been taken off. He felt a lot better, but when his eyes fell on Xia Qing's neck, it suddenly darkened, "What's going on?"

Xia Qing didn't know why, "What's going on?"

After asking Xia Qing, he followed Pei Zhengyang's gaze and bowed his head, and found that the two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, just showing the place where Lin Xiaoran scalded.

"It's alright." Xia Qing didn't care much, but only became red.

"Burn?" But Pei Zhengyang didn't think it was okay. The little fat man was very white, the kind of delicate fairness that was rare. At this moment, it was red and looked like a birthmark, which was terrifying.

The wound torn by the so-called fans of the Internet celebrity at the last engagement banquet was not completely healed, and now he has a burn on his chest. Is this little fat man not taking himself seriously, or is he really stupid.

The inexplicable Pei Zhengyang was very angry.

"Well, your ex-fiancee did it." Xia Qing said somewhat narrowly, not knowing why the man was angry.

"Lin Xiaoran?" Pei Zhengyang couldn't help frowning when he mentioned the name.

"Well, but I returned her two cups, second young master, don't feel bad." Xia Qing shrugged at Pei Zhengyang's sudden frown.

It's just that she didn't even notice the temptation in her tone.

Pei Zhengyang glanced at Xia Qing, and he felt distressed.

"Understood, bring the clothes here." Pei Zhengyang had already restrained his expression, and pointed to the jacket that Xia Qing had just changed.

Disappointment flashed in Xia Qing's eyes, and then she licked her lips with a smirk. She knew that the man's obsessive-compulsive disorder was serious, but she didn't expect it to be so serious. hand over.

Pei Zhengyang gave her a stern look with amber beautiful eyes, then laid out the clothes, meticulously untied the belt at the back, and reattached them, and then asked the servant to find the iron, iron it and put it away, a My heart is finally at ease.

Xia Qing watched the whole process, both funny and soft-hearted. For the first time, he felt that he was too bad.

"I'll see how your wounds are recovering." Xia Qing conscience found out that the man Xu Shixian had made a trip to.

Pei Zhengyang didn't hesitate. The operation was done by this little fat man, and the wound was sewn by her. Naturally, no one knew the condition better than her.

Unbuttoning her shirt, Xia Qing checked it skillfully, and finally put her palm on Pei Zhengyang's heart, and calmly focused, the heartbeat belonging to Pei Zhengyang was clearly imprinted in her mind along the nerves in her palm.

thump, thump, thump...

Pei Zhengyang lowered his head, just in time to see Xia Qing's chubby hand on his chest. He had noticed that Xia Qing's hand was very small before, but because he was fat, he was very round.

From the fleshy face, to the cute earlobes, and the full and shiny toes that are arranged in a standard size, they all look very comfortable.

Makes a person with severe obsessive-compulsive disorder look extra comfortable.

I just didn't expect her little fat hands to be so cute.

I had never observed it carefully before, but now I look at Xia Qing's hand so closely, it's fair and tender, a little cool, and it's very comfortable to stick to my chest in summer.

But what really made Pei Zhengyang couldn't help was Xia Qing's expression.

Before he fainted that day, he saw in a trance that Xia Qing was operating on himself. He had the illusion of seeing a goddess when he was dying, clean and pure.

After waking up, he always thought it was an illusion, but for some reason, when Xia Qing was concentrating on examining his heart at this moment, he seemed to have returned to the moment when he was dying in the research room.

The woman in front of her was quiet and elegant, with an indescribable pride and self-confidence, not beautiful, but very dazzling.

Pei Zhengyang's heart was pounding, pounding, pounding...

Suddenly stalled.