Missing You Deeply

Su Wanwan suddenly remembered the text message Xi Zhiwei sent her just now. She said that she would definitely let Pei Munian go back to accompany her tonight. So, she didn't lie, but could she really let Pei Munian go back?

Although he could reluctantly accept Pei Munian's unspoken difficulties, and although she reluctantly agreed to give Pei Munian time to deal with Xi Zhiwei's matter, she still couldn't accept the current situation.

In the middle of the night, her husband was called away by another woman on the phone and went to her house to stay with her. How could she accept it?

Su Wanwan lifted the quilt, got out of bed, and quickly walked towards the dressing room. When she entered, Pei Munian was indeed getting dressed, and his hands were fastening the buttons of his coat. Su Wanwan stepped forward in three or two steps. She grabbed his hand and said, Don't go!

Pei Munian frowned slightly, with a hint of heaviness on his handsome face, and his voice was a little deep, Wanwan, something happened, you go to sleep first, I will be back after I finish handling it.

Something happened? What happened? What could happen in the middle of the night?

Wanwan...

Nian Nian, I don't care what happens to you after tomorrow, but now, I don't allow you to go. You must stay at home tonight, otherwise who am I?

If Xi Zhiwei could send such a provocative text message, she must be pretending to be weak to trick Pei Munian into coming over, right? Although she didn't know why Pei Munian cared so much, she could never let him go like this.

With him gone, Xi Zhiwei will be even more proud, and her wife will really become a complete joke.

Su Wanwan's hand tightened on Pei Munian's hand, her black eyes stared at him, and she spoke word by word, Pei Munian, if you go, then we are done!

She didn't want to threaten him, nor did she want to have such harsh words with him, but she had endured it to the extreme, and he had already touched her bottom line.

Pei Munian's deep black eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of darkness, and his eyes were dim and dim. He looked at her with complex and tangled eyes, and his thin lips were pressed tightly, almost into a cold line.

The two looked at each other in silence, and Su Wanwan's heart sank little by little in his eyes.

She felt Pei Munian's hand slowly pulling away from hers. A chill rose from the soles of her feet and went straight to her back. She subconsciously held on tighter, so tight that the veins on the back of her hands were visible. One by one they exploded.

However, she could only watch helplessly as her hand was pulled away.

All the strength in her body seemed to be drained away at this moment. Her black eyes widened slightly, and the sadness and sorrow could not be hidden in her eyes. What Pei Munian meant was that even if they were done playing, would he still go to train with Xi Zhiwei tonight?

When Xi Zhiwei sent such a text message, she sneered, saying that Xi Zhiwei was not worthy of betting with her. She would not talk about such boring bets with irrelevant people. Now it seems... the irrelevant person seems to be her...

When Xi Zhiwei saw her reply like that, was he laughing at her?

Su Wanwan's feet were weak and she staggered two steps. Pei Munian quickly reached out to help her, but she pushed her away hard. Her body shook for a while before she managed to stand still.

You go, you go, I'll go too! I'll make way and let the real mistress live here, okay?

Pei Munian reached out again, held her hand tightly with his warm palm, and opened his lips.