Love her to the bone: Second married wife, don't run away

Han still felt something was wrong, and she frowned tightly, "I think you are really crazy, why are you coaxing that bitch Zhang Hong, that bitch should die."

She fully expressed her anger, as if Zhang Hong was her nemesis.

Murong Pei had a relaxed smile on her face, she stretched out her hand and patted Han on the shoulder, "Don't worry, I'll be fine, besides, Murong Hong is my father, Zhang Hong dare not treat me with him How is it?"

After she finished speaking, she winked at Han Shi, and Han Shi suddenly understood that her daughter probably went to Zhang Hong to make trouble.

"Well then, be careful yourself. If Zhang Hong bullies you, just call me, and I will definitely not spare her." Han Shi instructed.

Murong Pei nodded, "I see, you don't have to worry, go home at ease, I will go back with my father."

A smile flashed in Murong Hong's eyes, as long as Murong Pei followed him home, it would be easy for her to apologize, and Zhang Hong must be in a good mood when the time comes.

"Let's go, don't make Zhang Hong wait at home for too long." Murong Pei walked in front of him and reminded.

Murong Hong nodded, and the two quickly walked outside and got into the car. The driver started the car, and the car drove to Murong Hong's house.

Zhang Hong sat in the living room, and immediately stood up when she heard the sound of the door opening, and ran all the way to the door.

After the door opened, Murong Hong walked in, Zhang Hong immediately rushed forward, hugged him, and called affectionately, "Brother Hong, you are back."

Murong Hong smiled twice, then pushed Zhang Hong away, Zhang Hong frowned, obviously very dissatisfied with his behavior.

"What's the matter, Brother Hong, do you dislike me?"

Murong Pei walked in from the door, stood beside Murong Hong, looking at Zhang Hong with a pair of beautiful eyes, "I haven't seen you for a few days, the wounds on your face are already healed."

When Zhang Hong saw the person walking in, she opened her mouth wide, as if she could stuff an egg into it. She pointed at Murong Pei,
"Why did you come here, you bitch, get out of here quickly."

When Murong Pei heard her shout, she just smiled faintly, "Don't get excited, I'm actually here for your own good."

Zhang Hong snorted, and pointed her index finger at Murong Pei, "Hmph, don't think that I don't know that you must have some kind of conspiracy, saying that what is the purpose of you coming here? For my own good, the devil will believe it."

Murong Pei folded her arms around her chest, "What I say is true, it's up to you whether you believe me or not."

Zhang Hong frowned tightly, "Get out of here, I will never believe it again, I won't believe a single word you say."

Murong Pei looked at the pajamas she was wearing, her hair tied up casually, raised the corners of her mouth and smiled, "Look at your current appearance, how can you still be happy, I think you really need to dress up properly Come on, how can anyone like you like this."

"Hmph, it's none of your business whether anyone likes me or not, you get the hell out of here now, this is my home, I have the final say." Zhang Hong continued to point at Murong Pei angrily.

Murong Pei took two steps forward, getting closer to her, and stretched out her hand to press Zhang Hong's hand down, "I advise you not to yell at me, you have time to clean yourself up. Stop being yellow-skinned."

Zhang Hong let out a sigh of relief, it was the first time that she was not called a yellow-faced woman, so she was naturally very uncomfortable. "Hmph, you're a bitch who can't get married."

Although Murong Pei is a golden saint, she doesn't want to be exposed by others. When Zhang Hong said this, she immediately frowned, "Hmph, it's better if I don't get married than you being a mistress."

The word "little three" touched the bottom line of Zhang Hong's heart again. She simply lay down on the ground, patted her thighs with both hands, and made a fuss, "I don't want to live at all. Every time I'm called a little three, it's slanderous." When will I arrive?"

Murong Hong's face became serious, he didn't want to watch the farce anymore, "Stop arguing, you two, you two will quarrel as soon as you meet, how long will it last?"

Zhang Hong immediately quieted down when she heard Murong Hong's words, her voice was full of grievances, "Brother Hong didn't want to make trouble, it's all because of Murong Pei, she scolded me first."

When Murong Pei heard what she said, she snorted, "Zhang Hong, you are talking nonsense with your eyes open. You were the one who scolded me first, and now you are going to beat me back."

Zhang Hong persisted, "Brother Hong, you have to help me, I can't scold her, I can't beat her, I only have you, you are my pillar."

Murong Pei glanced at Zhang Hong and rolled her eyes. It seems that this mistress is still an actor, and her acting skills are so good that she can surpass professional actors by a few blocks.

"Okay, stop arguing." Murong Hong felt a headache, and he thought that if he didn't stop it, maybe the two of them could fight.

"Murong Pei was invited by me." As soon as his voice fell, Zhang Hong immediately got up from the ground, "Why did you do this? Could it be that I did something wrong, and you want to punish me?"

Murong Hong's face darkened, "Zhang Hong, don't mess around, I asked her to accompany you to relieve boredom, don't you dislike being bored at home alone?"

Murong Pei leaned over, "Yes, I will live here from now on."

Looking at the smile on her face, Zhang Hong frowned, as if she couldn't believe it, "I don't want her to chat with me, I'm not boring at all."

Looking at Murong Pei's face, Zhang Hong felt heartbroken, how could she like to be in the same room with him.

Murong Pei looked happy, "Please take care of me in the future. I just came here and I'm not familiar with this place. Which one is my room?"

Murong Hong looked around, "You can live in whichever room you like. From now on, you should spend more time talking with Zhang Hong. The two of you should not quarrel as soon as you meet. No matter what, we are a family."

Murong Pei looked around, pointed to a room not far from the bedroom, "I'll live there, it looks good."

Murong Hong nodded, "Okay, that will be your room from now on. My company has something to do, so you can talk first." He left the house quickly.

There were only two people left in the living room, Zhang Hong snorted, walked to the sofa and sat down, crossing her legs, like a rich wife.

Murong Pei walked over and sat on the other side, frowning, "Your coffee here is good, I want to have a cup."

Zhang Hong frowned, "Go pour it yourself."

Murong Pei took a deep breath, brewing coffee is clearly a servant's job, does Zhang Hong simply treat herself as a servant girl by saying this?

"Okay, just be yourself." She stood up from the sofa and walked towards the coffee machine. After pouring the coffee, she walked over with the cup.

Murong Pei simply sat down beside Zhang Hong, raised the coffee cup, and drank it in small sips. Suddenly, her hand trembled, and the whole cup of coffee spilled on Zhang Hong's clothes.

"Murong Pei, what are you doing?" Zhang Hong yelled loudly, the coffee on the clothes was still steaming, and the thick black coffee seeds spilled on the clothes, forming a large black spot.

Murong Pei glanced at her surprised face, frowned twice, "I'm sorry, it's my fault, I stained your clothes, let me clean it for you." She said and took out a tissue .

Zhang Hong frowned tightly, moved her body aside, reached out and knocked off the tissue in Murong Pei's hand, "You bloody bitch, stop pretending."

Murong Pei raised her face and looked at her, "What are you talking about, I mean it sincerely, you see the coffee stains on your clothes are too ugly." After she finished speaking, she took out another tissue.

Zhang Hong stood where she was this time, and did not knock out the tissue in her hand. "Hmph, I think you did it on purpose. Can't you be so big that you can't hold a cup of coffee?"

Murong Pei sighed, and said slowly, "I don't know what happened when I came in, my head is dizzy, it is inevitable that there will be times when I do something wrong, you have to bear more."

Zhang Hong snorted coldly, in her opinion, these words were just an excuse for that little bitch Murong Pei. "In this case, you'd better go home, or I'll ask the driver to take you to the hospital."

Murong Pei shook her head, and gently wiped the coffee stains with a paper towel in her hand, "This is also my home, I don't feel any inconvenience living here."

"You bastard, you are really shameless. How could this be your home? This is the home of Brother Hong and me." Zhang Hong's voice became angry.

Murong Pei sneered twice, "Hehe, but your Brother Hong said just now that I can live here as I like, as long as I like."

Zhang Hong's face became even angrier, how could she have expected that Murong Pei's face was already so kind that there was no end to it, the kind that even if she scolded herself, she couldn't go away.

Murong Pei suddenly let out an ouch, shrank back the hand holding the tissue, and a surprised light flashed in his eyes.

Zhang Hong lowered her head, and saw that her clothes had been smeared in a large area. It was just a small coffee stain, but now it covered half of her clothes.

"Murong Pei, you did it on purpose. Do you know that this dress of mine is a limited edition, and there is only one piece in the world?"

Hearing Zhang Hong's hysterical voice, Murong Pei spread out her hands, expressing her powerlessness, "I've never done such a thing before. When I was at home, it was all handled by servants. Today is the first time I tried it. I didn't expect it to happen." fail."

Zhang Hong squeezed his waist with both hands, and a rage flashed in his eyes, "I think you did it on purpose, and you want to compensate me."

In order to get this skirt, I have spent a lot of effort and used a lot of personal relationships, and finally got it. I originally thought that I would wear it to show off at the class reunion.

But she didn't expect to be ruined by Murong Pei, she was so angry that she was about to explode.

"I didn't do it on purpose. Why are you so angry? If you get so angry, Murong Hong will come looking for me again. I'm afraid of death." When Murong Hong spoke, his eyes were full of anger. It's a smile.

Zhang Hong looked at the smile in her eyes and hated her teeth, "Murong Pei, I'm not done with you, you must pay me for this skirt."

Seeing the coffee stains on it, Zhang Hong became troubled.

"Okay, how do I compensate?" Murong Pei asked, "Isn't it just a torn skirt, why are you so excited?"

When Zhang Hong heard her words, the corners of his mouth rose, as if he was waiting for her to say this.

"You don't know, there is only one dress in the world. It is all handmade. It is very precious. I bought it for $[-]."

After hearing Zhang Hong's words, Murong Pei rolled her eyes. Zhang Hong was obviously making things difficult for her. There would never be a second dress like this. How could she compensate for it?

"Zhang Hong, don't go too far. If you didn't mention this dress, I would have thought you bought it from a street stall." Murong Pei raised her head and said triumphantly.

After Zhang Hong heard it, the veins on his forehead popped up, "Are you insulting my vision?"

Murong Pei raised the corner of his mouth and laughed, "I didn't mean that, don't get me wrong, I'm just talking about my own opinion, you won't allow me to have my own opinion, right?"