Master Pei’s Wife is a Devil Concubine

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Pei Song's birthday was very simple.

To be precise, he never celebrated his birthday in the past three years. This year, when Du Meilan came back, he obeyed the arrangement and went home to eat longevity noodles at noon.

The noodles are cooked by Du Meilan herself, which is different from Ji Xi’s specialty Yangchun noodles. Her noodles are full of ingredients. The autumn leaf crab and beef are stewed, and some lung-clearing black fungus and organic seasonal vegetables are added. Serve in a whole bowl It came out fresh and fragrant.

Pei Song originally wanted to deal with it, but seeing that side, he really got some appetite.

As he ate, he teased his father about his lack of food, "If he could divorce you two years later, he would also be able to taste your craftsmanship."

Du Meilan reciprocated, "With my son's mouth, who is single if you are not single?"

Pei Song hooked his lips and gave a smirk.

Pei Xingxing brought up the gift he had prepared, and Pei Song raised his eyebrows quite unexpectedly when he saw the logo on the box.

Open it, take out the watch, take off the watch of the same brand that was on your wrist before, throw it aside casually, and put on the one that your son gave him in front of your son. It is the right size, and you don't even need to adjust the bracelet.

Du Meilan glanced at it and said with a smile, "Hey, our Xing Xing is willing to do it this time."

Pei Song raised his eyebrows, "Have you spent all the lucky money?"

Pei Xingxing waved his little hand grandly, "It's okay, I can still make money in the future."

"..."

In fact, this is not a profit...

"I'll regenerate your blood again during the Chinese New Year this year," Pei Song leaned down, picked up his son's little face, and kissed it.

Pei Xingxing turned into petrified in an instant, escaped from his grasp like a little loach, stepped back a few steps, frantically wiped his face with his sleeve, "Daddy is disgusting!!!"

Pei Song, "..."

He was silent for a few seconds with a dark complexion, glanced at Ms. Du who was watching his joke, and raised her chin as if trying to save face, "My son is straighter than the legs of a table."

Du Meilan didn't take it seriously, "Maybe it's because you just dislike you?"

Pei Song, "..."

He said that this family couldn't stay anymore. After eating, he took the car keys and drove back to Huichuntang.

He said foolish jokes, understating it lightly, but when he left, the back made Du Meilan feel tired that should not be noticed.

Du Meilan sighed and turned back to the room.

That's why she didn't like Sanya's child, no matter before or now, she would never support their remarriage, because she knew why her son didn't want to celebrate his birthday. The day Sanya planned to get the divorce certificate was Pei Song's birthday.

During those days, Pei Song was too tired, he did everything he could, and even tried his best to save this relationship.

It may be an instinctive reaction of the body. Every year on this day, I still feel tired, annoyed, and feel that I... am a failure.

He stayed in Huichuntang for an afternoon and consulted 12 patients, which is basically four times his usual efficiency.

Waiting for the sky to darken outside, the takeaway ordered by the manager of the pharmacy arrived, and the technology was not spared, and the scent stuck to the coat for a few days.

But the manager just said that, passing by the office, through the half-open door, he saw his boss sitting on a chair with his long legs crossed, the pen in his hand spinning at a constant speed, and he didn't know where to focus his eyes.

The manager knocked on the door and the pen stopped.

The man put down his pen calmly, looked at him, "Talk about something."

The manager raised the takeaway in his hand, "Do you want to eat together?"

Pei Song curled his lower lip without emotion, "I haven't digested the longevity noodles at noon."

"Longevity noodles?" He knew that his boss hadn't celebrated his birthday in three years, but he actually ate longevity noodles this year... that's really strange.

"Miss Cao?" The manager asked gossipingly.

Pei Song smiled calmly, "Don't be kidding."

The manager saw that the boss was in a bad mood, so he restrained his smile, "Then I'll go eat first, goodbye boss!"

The office was quiet again, and Pei Song checked the time with the watch his son gave him.

After half a minute, there was a clear sound of the rollers of the swivel chair sliding backwards, and he took the car keys and left.

When he stepped sideways into the cab, he had no idea where he was going, but forty minutes later, his car pulled into the apartment's underground parking lot.

Cao Zhuzhu has made many announcements in the past few days, and she basically gets up early to go out, and today is no exception.

I don't know if I will go back at this point, just try my luck.

When the elevator reached the fifty-sixth floor, he unlocked it with his fingerprints. When he opened the door, the sound from the kitchen suddenly stopped for a moment.

He noticed that at the entrance, the pair of high-heeled shoes that Cao Zhuzhu liked to wear during the announcement were taken off.

There was no time to be happy, and in the quiet kitchen for a few seconds, there was a series of ping-pong noises and the sound of glass shattering.

Pei Song frowned and strode over.

As soon as he put his hand on the handle, the door opened first, Cao Zhuzhu came out from the inside, and then closed the door very quickly from behind, with her back against the door, her wrist folded behind and holding the handle, "You, why did you come back suddenly? "

Pei Song leaned back slightly, looked at her flustered expression for a while, and smiled meaningfully at the corner of his lips.

"Miss Cao, you blew up my kitchen?" he asked casually.

Cao Zhuzhu smiled awkwardly, pulled his wrist and was about to go out, "You haven't had dinner since you came back so early? I'll invite you out to eat today!"

She didn't take two steps before she was turned back. She quickly turned her head and saw that Pei Song was going to open the kitchen door again, so she quickly blocked it with her body.

When it comes to places like the kitchen, Pei Song usually never goes in, but today he is especially interested, and he will go in for everything.

Cao Zhuzhu was exasperated, "You—"

"What about me?" Pei Song was still unhurried.

Cao Zhuzhu didn't know what she was thinking of, her tone softened, and she forced a smile, "Don't go in."

Pei Song tilted his head slightly, "But I'm the landlord. If the kitchen blows up, the landlord has the right to inspect and then...determine the responsibility..."

Cao Zhuzhu couldn't find anything to refute for even using her identity as the landlord to pressure her.

Pei Song put one hand on the door frame, and walked around behind her with the other hand, holding the doorknob.

The kitchen door opened outwards. When he opened the door, the door panel pushed Cao Zhuzhu's body forward, just in time to push her into his arms, against him.

They stood there, the door could only be opened half way, but Pei Song also saw it.

The kitchen isn't really fried, but it's pretty much the same.

Basically all the pots and pans in the house were turned out, the sink was full, the oven was left open, and flour was sprinkled on the counter and the floor.

Next to it is a bag brought back from the supermarket, which contains a lot of things, eggs, butter, some molds, and some semi-finished bags.

Chocolate powder, matcha powder...the biggest bag says cake powder.

A glass bowl fell to the ground and shattered. It should be the sound he heard just now. A huge piece of dough that was definitely not smooth fell out of the bowl...