After Mr. Pei Marries An Overweight Lady

  Chapter 220 She is too bad

  Xia Qing wondered, how could Pei Zhengyang return to his old house?

   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 she had just changed.

  Pei Zhengyang looked at Xia Qing’s gaze, and saw that the jacket had been taken off, and his mood was much better, but when his gaze fell under Xia Qing’s neck, he suddenly darkened, "What's the matter?"

  Xia Qing didn’t know, so, "What’s going on?"

   After asking Xia Qingshun, looking down at Pei Zhengyang, he found that the two buttons of his shirt hadn't been buttoned, just showing the place where Lin Xiaoran was scalded.

   "It's okay." Xia Qing didn't care very much, but was hot red.

   "Scald?" Pei Zhengyang didn't think it was okay. The little fat man was very white, a rare delicate white complexion. He was red at the moment, looking like a birthmark, very terrible.

  The wound torn by the so-called fan of the Internet celebrity at the last engagement banquet was not completely healed, and now he was scalded on his chest again. Does this little fat man take himself seriously or is he really stupid?

  The inexplicable Pei Zhengyang was very angry.

   "Well, your ex-fiancée did it." Xia Qing didn't know why the man was angry, and said narrowly.

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

   "Well, but I returned her two cups, don't feel bad about the second young master." Xia Qing shrugged at Pei Zhengyang's suddenly frowned brow.

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

  Pei Zhengyang glanced at Xia Qing, he felt distressed.

   "I see, bring the clothes." Pei Zhengyang had already reduced his expression and pointed to the coat Xia Qing just changed.

Disappointment flashed through Xia Qing's eyes, and then she licked her lips with a smirk. She knew that the man's obsessive-compulsive disorder was severe, but she did not expect it to be so severe. Pass it over.

Pei Zhengyang gave her a vicious look with beautiful amber eyes, then spread the clothes flat, untied the back belt meticulously, re-wrapped it, and asked the servant to find an iron, ironed it, put it away, and put it away. The heart is finally at ease.

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

   "Let me see how your wound is recovering." Xu Shihui's man ran this time, and Xia Qing conscience found out.

  Pei Zhengyang did not twist, the operation was done by this little fat man, and the wound was sewn by her, so naturally no one knows the condition better than her.

  Untied her shirt, Xia Qing looked at it skillfully, and finally put her palm against Pei Zhengyang's heart, calmly and attentively, the heartbeat belonging to Pei Zhengyang followed the nerves of her palm clearly printed in her mind.

  Thump, thump, thump...

  Pei Zhengyang lowered his head, just in time to see Xia Qing’s chubby hands on his chest. He had noticed that Xia Qing’s hands were small before, but they were so fat and round.

  From the fleshy face, to the cute earlobe, and the toes that are arranged in standard sizes and plump and shiny, they all look very comfortable.

  Let a patient with severe obsessive-compulsive disorder look particularly comfortable.

  I just didn’t expect her chubby hands to be so cute.

  I’ve seen it before, but I haven’t observed it closely. Looking at Xia Qing’s hands so close now, it is white and tender, a bit cold, and it is especially comfortable to stick on my chest in summer.

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

  Before he was fainted that day, he was in a daze when he saw Xia Qing operating on himself. There was an illusion of seeing a goddess when he was about to die, clean and pure.

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

  The woman in front of her is quiet and elegant, with the pride and self-confidence that can't stand her beak, not beautiful enough, but very dazzling.

  Pei Zhengyang’s heart-pounding, pounding, pounding...

  Suddenly stalled.

  (End of this chapter)