52: C52 Something You Are Interested in

C52 Something You Are Interested in

Pei Yifeng shrugged his shoulders and was the first to walk out of the room. Pei Yijing followed closely behind, while Mo Wan and Pei Yishuang followed closely behind.

Just as they were about to walk out of the room, Pei Zhenjiang's hoarse and dry voice came over, "Miss Mo."

Pausing her footsteps and turning around, Mo Wan looked at him with an unusually worried expression. "Are you feeling unwell, or do you want to eat something?"

"Neither..." Pei Zhenjiang's eyes slowly fell on her. He only said one sentence, "What exactly is the condition of my body, you have seen it too..."

"Do you want to eat rice, or do you want to eat porridge?" Ignoring his words, Mo Wan firmly asked.

What exactly did he want to tell her? Her heart was as clear as a mirror but his body was already like this. Now was not the time to talk about that topic!

"Girl, I don't want to eat anything..."

It was just a simple little girl, but Mo Wan's heart felt like it was injected with warmth. Even her tears began to roll in her eyes.

He was the second person to call her 'girl'. The first was his grandmother, and the second was him. ....

"I know what you want to say..." Mo Wan inhaled deeply, her voice carrying a strong nasal tone, "I will take that matter to heart. I will do my best to make him agree. This is my matter. Your most important task at the moment is your body. I know what to do. After all, I can't just watch my father die like this. Do you understand? "

Pei Zhenjiang nodded heavily. "I understand. You are a filial child..."

"You should rest first. I will make some porridge for you. With that, Mo Wan pushed open the door and walked out of the room.

Hearing the footsteps coming from the stairs, Pei Yihuan only slightly raised his head to look at Pei Yijing and Pei Yifeng, then lowered his head again.

Pei Yijing's indifferent gaze fell on Second Brother and softly said: "Second Brother, father is fine. ....”

He still did not say anything. His gaze seemed to be fixed on the newspaper. However, what no one noticed was that his taut fingers finally relaxed.

"Mo, what you said to Second Brother is undoubtedly playing the lute to a cow. "Pei Yifeng leaned lazily on the sofa. "The old man is fire, and Second Brother is ice. The two of them are incompatible. The old man was so angry that he vomited blood. Second Brother doesn't even know why flowers are so red..."

He narrowed his eyes and glanced at Pei Yifeng coldly. Pei Yihuan placed the newspaper on the table and went upstairs.

Mo Wan came out of Pei Zhenjiang's room and saw Pei Yihuan walking into the room. She frowned and bit her lip. She steeled her heart and followed him.

This time, she had to use her trump card!

Furthermore, if she failed again this time, it would be a total failure.

Indeed, she could not drag this on any longer!

Standing in front of Pei Yihuan's door, Mo Wan reached out and gently knocked on the door. Her heart was beating wildly, as if it was going to jump out of her chest!

The next second, the door of the room opened and Pei Yihuan's tall and straight figure appeared in front of him. When he saw that it was Mo Wan, he frowned and said bluntly: "Get lost!"

A flame rose from her heart but Mo Wan forcefully endured it. "I want to talk to you..."

"What do you need to talk about?" Pei Yihuan narrowed his eyes and looked at her. His tall body leaned against the door and said coldly and sarcastically, "Is it your body?"

"No, it is another thing that you are very interested in."

"Do you think the thing in your hand can still interest me?"

"You're saying this too early." Mo Wan frowned and fixed her eyes on him.

Hearing this, the coldness and ridicule in his eyes became even more intense. The expression on his face was incomparably arrogant and noble. "So what? If what you want to talk about is still the matter from last time, then you can scram now!"

Without saying anything, Mo Wan bit her lip and took out the sandalwood box that had been hidden behind her.

In a split second, Pei Yihuan's eyes suddenly narrowed. There was a ruthless look in his eyes. He moved his hand and reached for the sandalwood box.2

However, Mo Wan was faster than him. Before his finger touched it, she hid the sandalwood box behind her back and quickly retreated into her room.

She understood in her heart that if it was a competition of strength, she would not be able to compete with her. If he snatched it away, then her last hope would disappear.

His handsome face was covered with a layer of frost. His tall body moved, step by step, slowly approaching Mo Wan's room.

His expression was a little too sinister and it caused a wave of fear to rise in Mo Wan's heart. She moved her hand and wanted to close the door, but his strong body had already forcefully opened the door.

The figure looking down from above was filled with haze. Pei Yihuan's eyes narrowed, "Where did you get it from?"

"It's from your father. He gave it to me." Mo Wan answered truthfully and took a step back.

"Give it to me." A cold voice ordered.

"No!" Mo Wan took out all the courage in her body and looked straight into his eyes. Her body trembled slightly but her words were incomparably firm. "Maybe we can make a deal."

His tall figure slowly stopped and his cold lips opened and closed, "You give me the urn and I will marry you?"

"Yes!" Mo Wan nodded heavily!

"It seems like you are really not awake yet." Pei Yihuan's long legs suddenly took a step forward and reached out to grab her chin, forcing her to look up at him. "You are not qualified to make a deal with me. I must have the urn, but you and I will not marry!"

As his voice fell, he extended his long arm and went towards the urn behind her.

Pressing tightly onto the urn, Mo Wan raised her face and stared into his eyes. "Could it be that you can also do it to women?"

Pei Yihuan's cold and low voice squeezed out from his thin lips word by word. "The previous two slaps did not touch you. That was for your benevolence. This is your third provocation. My patience is limited. Bring it over!"

"No!" Mo Wan's back was still straight!

She definitely would not give him the urn.

The urn was her life now!

And it was also the only thing that could save her!

"I've never liked to force a woman. Say it one last time, bring it over!" He exerted force in his hand, pinching her chin until it hurt.

Mo Wan took a deep breath with difficulty and could not care less. She lowered her head and the sharp, broken teeth fiercely bit the back of his hand.

Not only that, she almost used all the strength in her body and stepped on the back of his foot.

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