Mr. He’s Daily Affections

Yes, they still have not given up. After all, you and I are a shameful evidence to the Priory. Pei Yuanchen said indifferently, Do you plan to live under their threat forever?

Oh? They are indeed annoying, but they don't really threaten me. William Soren smiled, The one who really lives under their threat is you, right? My child.

He has power and money. Even if the Priory hates him to the core, it will be difficult to really get rid of him quickly.

As for Pei Yuanchen, he was alone. It was obviously much easier for the Hermitage to get rid of him.

Of course Pei Yuanchen understood.

He smiled lightly: In that case, I won't bother Mr. Soren.

After saying that, he hung up the phone without hesitation.

But he still didn't move, maintaining a posture of waiting quietly. After more than ten seconds, the phone rang again.

Pei Yuanchen's lips curved with a hint of irony.

He pressed the answer button and said calmly: Mr. Solon, do you have any other advice?

You are my child after all. William Soren lamented, How could I bear to let those old men from the Priory harm you.

Pei Yuanchen sneered lightly, too lazy to be hypocritical with him.

Mr. Soren, I know who you are. He said coldly, If you don't need my help, you will never remember that you have a child like me.

The Solon family was complicated. During this period, William Solon's life was not easy. His only legitimate son was terminally ill and was not going to die soon. Soon he would be alone and unable to support himself.

Even if Pei Yuanchen is just an illegitimate child, he is still his child. He needs Pei Yuanchen's help.

William Soren pondered for a while, then smiled and said: You are indeed a smart boy. In this case, you should come to LA as soon as possible, and we will meet and discuss in detail.

Pei Yuanchen said nothing.

William Soren then added: Of course, in order to express my sincerity, I will negotiate with the old men of the monastery. I can guarantee that you will not be in any danger in the short term.

Very good. Pei Yuanchen said and hung up the phone, turning the phone around with his right hand, his face pondering.

Uncle Xiaobao.

A soft call suddenly brought him back to his senses.

Pei Yuanchen looked around and saw Ziyi rubbing his eyes sleepily, his voice still hoarse and a little sober: Why are you standing here?

Pei Yuanchen walked over, held her in his arms, and kissed the top of her head.

I squeezed the juice, it's just right to drink now. Pei Yuanchen smiled and looked down at her, What do you want to drink? Watermelon juice or orange juice?

Watermelon juice. Ziyi blurted out, then thought for a moment and said, Orange juice...that's not right either. I want to drink both.

Pei Yuanchen smiled and pinched her face: He Ziyi, don't be greedy, you can only choose one.

Then orange juice. Ziyi said with a smile, Because you like watermelon, I'll leave the watermelon juice to you.

Pei Yuanchen's heart softened, he held her face and kissed her hard.

…

Ten minutes later, the two were sitting on the sofa watching TV.

Ziyi leaned on his shoulder and drank orange juice happily.

The news on the TV was about the visit of the new president, Ms. Ning Ruixin, to country M. Pei Yuanchen was watching it casually, but the camera flashed by. Among the celebrities attending the reception with the president of country M, William Solon's face appeared. Face.