Don’t Annoy Me, My Ex-Husband!

As for making him like this--

Triumphant.

Happy to be like this?

When Liang Luo saw the rare smile on Pei Anzhi's face, his eyebrows were wrinkled undetectably.

"After all, there is the influence of King Li. His first endorsement activity in China is so ingenious... Whether it is for the product itself or King Li itself, it is mutually beneficial."

Liang Luo smiled, deliberately ignoring the expression on Pei Anzhi's face, and summarized the essence of the matter.

And these words, Pei Anzhi naturally understood, and did not respond much, lowered his head and continued to play with the phone.

Pei Anzhi was actually editing the text message, and it was halfway through the editing. Because Liang Qihan mentioned the exact same problem as before, he suddenly thought of what the woman had said to him, and was quite interested in leaving the woman's words intact. I said it voluntarily, I actually wanted to see how other people reacted,

Then, he was fairly satisfied.

Pei Anzhi's self-discipline is very strong, and there is a strong paranoia in doing things, even if it is obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Halfway through the text message editing, I felt really awkward. After speaking, he continued to complete the text message.

Liang Luo sat next to Pei Anzhi, glanced at the recipient, and found that it was Cheng Minghui, so he didn't think much about it.

He got up and clicked a song, put the microphone in Xia Mingxiu's hand, "sing."

Liang Luo was in a bad mood, Xia Mingxiu could naturally see it, but he threw the microphone aside, smiling slightly with her lips curled, but her eyes were cold.

"How many male singers can I find for you?"

Liang Luo's expression was ugly, and he sat beside Liang Qihan in silence.

Although she did not speak, she sat quietly, and the grievances and sorrows on her body had been sublimated for no reason to a point that people could not ignore.

Pei Anzhi's slender fingers quickly edited the text message on the phone screen, and finally clicked to send without hesitation.

The content of the text message is very simple, [Prepare a few sets of clothes and send them home].

Cheng Minghui was here to send Pei An because he knew that drinking might be indispensable for parties. When receiving the text message, Cheng Minghui was driving to a nearby night market, parked the car in front of the mid-sized supermarket at the entrance of the night market, and looked for it in the night market. A position is being arbitrarily stringed.

The phone was on the table, and I didn't dare to neglect for a moment.

Just halfway through the meal, the phone lit up.

Without picking up the phone, he lowered his head and glanced at the illuminated screen.

Mr. Pei of his family always arranged things concisely and concisely, not even a few words.

Cheng Minghui was taking a mouthful of pork loin, and when he saw the text message, he paused.

Rolling his eyes to digest the content of Pei An's text message exactly what it means.

"Home? Which one?"

Like a singing crow, the pork loin in his mouth fell on his body suddenly.

He quickly stood up, slapped the pork loin, and threw the unfinished skewers in his hand onto the plate.

"Boss, check out!"

"coming……"

After checking out, Cheng Minghui was still thinking about this issue.

President Pei has his own apartment in Beijing, and he usually rests in that apartment.

But the cloakroom in that apartment is bigger than a bedroom, is there any shortage of clothes?

And the clothing company will regularly send clothes in the past, this kind of thing, it seems that he has nothing to do.

"Home? Hiss..."

Cheng Minghui suddenly stroked his chin, finally squinted his eyes for a moment, and suddenly seemed to realize it.

"Could it be..."