After Mr. Pei Marries An Overweight Lady

Hospital.

Pei Zhengyang read the comments on the Internet, and he didn't care much about the news of his critical illness, but rather...

"Who drew this?" Pei Zhengyang pointed to a picture on the tablet.

Ah Hai was curious, "What picture?"

"Go and check, send a lawyer's letter immediately after checking." Pei Zhengyang handed the tablet to Ah Hai.

Ah Hai stared at the cartoon picture for a moment, then the corners of his mouth twitched. In the cartoon, Er Shao was drawn to be extraordinarily slender and weak, looking at the shrewd wife delicately with a beautiful handsome face.

Yes, that's right, a fierce wife.

Next to the delicate second young master, Xia Qing's figure was exaggerated, like a ball, and this ball was full of flesh and tugged at the young master's ears, as if saying, "Do you dare not marry my old lady?"

Smiling, Ah Hai glanced at Pei Zhengyang, "Second Young Master, in what name?"

"What do you think?" Pei Zhengyang gave Ah Hai a cold look.

Ah Hai is busy.

When Ah Hai left the ward, Pei Zhengyang took out his mobile phone, "Have you seen the news on the Internet?"

Xia Qing just finished feeding Xiong Xiong, when he heard the phone vibrate, he opened it and saw a message from Pei Zhengyang, a little strange, he asked himself what did he mean?

After thinking about it, he answered honestly, "Yeah."

"Don't be too sad." After typing these four words, Pei Zhengyang threw the phone aside.

Xia Qing looked at these inexplicable four words, don't be too sad? What is she sad about?

Shouldn't it be Pei Zhengyang who is sad?

After all, when his illness was exposed, people all over the country knew that he was a sick man, and he might die someday, causing Pei's stock to fall, while all the wolves and leopards in the family were staring at him, waiting for an opportunity to grab a piece of flesh from him.

If he wasn't busy dealing with it himself, how could he still have the time to comfort her?

Just as she was thinking about Sister Zhang walking in, "Qingqing, your Second Young Master has sent lawyer letters to netizens again. Is he addicted to sending lawyer letters?"

"Huh?" Xia Qing was still thinking about the man's text message.

Sister Zhang winked at her, "You don't know, this time it's for you."

Xia Qing raised her eyes, a little confused.

Sister Zhang quickly handed over her mobile phone, "Look for yourself."

Xia Qing looked over and saw a cartoon of her and Pei Zhengyang.

It's just that the author seems to have a lot of grudges against them, and he vilified both of them, especially her.

She was already fat, but in the comics, her fatness was doubled, and her face was even more exaggerated and ugly, full of flesh, and she was pinching the ear of'Pei Zhengyang' with one hand.

Xia Qing, "..."

She finally understood the meaning of the man's text message.

It turned out that he was afraid that she would be affected by the comics, so he sent a message to comfort her.

The corner of his mouth raised an upward arc unconsciously, that evildoer still has a bit of conscience.

But Xia Qing saw this slight expression in Sister Zhang's eyes, thinking that she was stimulated, she hurriedly put the phone back, "Qingqing, don't worry about it, those people on the Internet are just jealous of you."

"En." Xia Qing replied briskly.

Sister Zhang looked at Xia Qing uncertainly, a little worried, "You... are you okay?"

This reaction is a bit abnormal.

"It's really all right, isn't the second young master taking care of everything?" Xia Qing smiled, and tapped Xiong Xiong's little nose, "Xiao Xiong, don't you think so?"

Sister Zhang wrinkled her nose and shrugged her shoulders, "Your reaction is wrong!"

Xia Qing raised his head, "Could it be possible that I still want to beat up the painter? But I can't reach it."

Sister Zhang touched her head, "That's right."

Xia Qing couldn't help laughing, but the little guy in the cradle accidentally bit her finger, and she danced happily.

"Little villain." Xia Qing also laughed.

At this time, a certain man who got no response picked up his mobile phone again, "Pick me up and leave the hospital tomorrow morning."

Xia Qing raised her eyebrows, really treating her like a fiancee.

This round of PK is over, anxiously waiting for the ending.

Because there was no recommendation in the early stage, and it has been updated 4,000 times a day, it has reached a particularly embarrassing stage when the PK word count is reached. If the PK word count exceeds it, I am afraid that the results will be dismal, so I will not recommend it.

Whether you can advance is probably the last chance, cover your face!

good luck! Good night.