Su Zibao went back very late, and when she went out, there was no one in Dijue Media except for the security guards.

In the hall, the maid is putting the food on the table, which is rich and delicate.

"Why are you cooking?" Su Zibao looked at the steaming food on the table and wondered, "Pei Yi is at home?"

It is no longer a normal time to eat. Although the maids live in the backyard of the villa, it is impossible for them to cook in the master's house without permission.

Butler Pei An said with a smile, "You are welcome to go home. The young master is not at home, but the young master ordered that the young lady will come back later today, so let's prepare dinner."

Su Zibao was startled, and saw Pei An continue: "As soon as the young lady left the gate of Dijue Media, the security guard called over there, and I asked them to prepare. I don't know if it suits the young lady's taste, so I just I cooked some good ones. If the young lady doesn’t like it, Chinese food, Western food, home-style food, pasta, steak, curry can be replaced at any time.”

Su Zibao looked at the food at that table and took a deep breath.

Pei Yi remembered that she hadn't eaten all day, and while talking about Luo Bingwan's illness, she was so thoughtful for people to prepare these things. He has no feelings for her, but it doesn't prevent him from pampering her.

Their nominal husband and wife, it is enough for Pei Yi to do this.

"Well, I see. Thank you for your hard work."

On the long marble dining table, Su Zibao sat alone to eat. Both the housekeeper and the maid retreated, and the empty mansion felt empty.

After eating, Chu Mei sat on the sofa in the living room and began to write lyrics. Although it was already in the information age, she was accustomed to using pen and paper every time she wrote. Bit by bit, time passed, and the stack of manuscripts in front of Su Zibao was written and repainted, repainted and revised.

Originally, Su Zibao planned to write songs for Luo Bingwan, but now that she is not there, who is she writing for, she has no soul, so her inspiration is stuck, and she is extremely irritable. Such a state of mind is rare. After staying up for most of the night, the manuscript was not written, and Pei Yi did not come back.

Su Zibao played with the water-based pen in his hand, glanced at the wall clock on the wall, it was already two o'clock in the morning, and habitually looked towards the entrance, and suddenly laughed at himself, what's wrong with me? Are you waiting for Pei Yi to come back?

On his wedding night, he still doesn't return home at night. It is common for a **** like him to be in his arms. Now it seems that he doesn't know where to be romantic tonight, and he won't come back.

Su Zibao put down his pen, not knowing what he was thinking about, nothing went smoothly after his rebirth. As soon as I woke up, I met the original owner who jumped into the sea and escaped marriage. Finally, a contract was saved to save the marriage. At the wedding, I encountered a scumbag who destroyed it. I was almost killed by the scumbag. The dowry.

But it turned out to be nothing but a mirror.

In order to get the funds, he almost exposed his secrets to Pei Yi before he joined Dijue Media. On the first day, he met with the dismissal of the executives who resigned collectively. It was just resolved. Dry.

Really ill-fated.

But in order to take revenge, no matter how difficult the road ahead is, she will step over them one by one, until she destroys Xia Chengye's company and family, and kills him to avenge her own family.

For this purpose, go for it.

At this moment, a careful voice sounded outside the door. Song Yingjie walked in with the drunk Pei Yi, and saw Su Zibao obviously stunned, "Huh? Su Zibao, you haven't slept yet?"

"Why are you here?" Su Zibao quickly stepped forward and helped him support Pei Yi together.

Song Yingjie also drank too high, "I'll send him back. Don't you know that those women in the bar are too cruel, and seeing us Young Master Pei is like seeing flesh and bones and rushing towards them one by two, wouldn't they be drunk. Young Master Pei wants to come back, but this group of girls will be disappointed... Bah, look at what I said nonsense in front of you, I can't do it anymore, Young Master Pei will give it to you, I will go back first."

After saying that, Song Yingjie let go, and Pei Yi was all on Su Zibao's body, almost crushing her so heavily.

"Hey, wait, drink so much wine, just sleep in the guest room." Su Zibao said.

Song Yingjie waved his hand, "It's alright, there is a driver outside. That's it, hey, Young Master Pei will give it to you. You are strong and strong, and the meat is delicious. You can enjoy it slowly, don't be polite."

Saying that, he staggered out and closed the door.

Su Zibao's pretty face was stained with a blush, and as expected, there was no serious person along with Pei Yi.

The smell of alcohol caused Su Zibao to frown unconsciously. He didn't know how much he had drunk, and the smell of alcohol was in his clothes. Seeing that it was getting late, Su Zibao didn't want to wake up the maid, so he helped Pei Yi to go to the sofa.

But he was too heavy, one couldn't stand still, and the two fell on the sofa together.

The heavy Pei Yi pressed firmly on Su Zibao. He was about 1.8 meters tall and looked thin, but Su Zibao saw his eight-pack abs, and he couldn't push him even if he pressed Su Zibao.

"Pei Yi!"

The man on his body responded vaguely, his long and narrow eyes half-opened by drunkenness, looking at Su Zibao, "Huh?"

Fortunately, I can still hear the talk. Su Zibao heaved a sigh of relief and nudged him, "Get up!"

Pei Yi got up with his arms half-stretched, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and seemed a little uncomfortable. Su Zibao was about to take the opportunity to get up, and seeing him like this, he knew it was uncomfortable and wanted to vomit, but he was facing her face now.

God, she didn't want to be spit on Pei Yi's face!

In the flash of calcium carbide, Su Zibao reached out and picked up the manuscript next to him and hurriedly placed it under his mouth. The next moment, a rustling voice drenched the manuscript.