Master Pei’s Wife is a Devil Concubine

After returning to the room, Pei Huai went to the bathroom to take a shower.

As a clean freak, it is a routine practice to take a shower before going out and after returning home every day.

Pei Huai just came out of the shower, his hair was still slightly wet, and the water droplets slid down his ears and temples to his neck, so he directly wiped the water droplets with his fingertips.

Under the dense water mist, that body was so white that it was against the sky, and the finely crafted outline was as perfect as the male god in the pictorial. The good figure hidden under the gentle appearance was astonishing.

He took out his mobile phone, and it showed a WeChat message from a psychiatrist.

Lin Shen: President Pei, I wonder if you are busy now, is it convenient to answer the phone?

Pei Huai picked up the bathrobe and put it on, and called the other party.

Lin Shen's mobile phone had been waiting by his side, when the phone bounced over there, he picked it up in a second.

After receiving a WeChat message from his historian friend that day, he asked his friend to double-check it many times.

But his friend assured him: "I specialize in the study of the history of the Great Shang period. Didn't you also read my last issue of "Hello, Sunday"? How could you have heard it wrong?"

It stands to reason that if you dream of a language you have never heard in your dream, it should be a dream made up by your brain, and it does not actually exist.

But the result is...

"Mr. Pei, if you recall, have you ever heard Dashang Language through any means?"

"Da Shang?" Pei Huai narrowed his eyes slightly: "Why do you ask that?"

Lin Shen: "It's like this. The ancient language you described to me last time has been verified repeatedly by professional historians. It has been confirmed that it is the language of the Great Shang Dynasty..."

Pei Huai paused for a moment with his hand tied to the strap of his bathrobe: "Can't make a mistake?"

Lin Shen was very sure: "There is no mistake, Mr. Pei."

Pei Huai: "Do you know the general meaning of that phrase?"

This historian friend really told Lin Shen, but he thinks that the nuances in the translation may affect the original meaning of the words, because the historian said that the short sentence roughly means: "Sister, you are so white~"

"..."

Both ends of the phone were silent.

After a full minute, Pei Huai sighed: "Understood, let me recall."

He rubbed the phone that he had hung up, his thoughts racing.

These words are quite like the style of a little girl, but... really he made up that sentence in a dream according to the character of a little girl?

But what is certain is that he is indeed proficient in many languages, but it definitely does not include the ancient language of Dashang.

The coffin in his dream came from Da Shang, and the language in his dream also came from Da Shang.

Now even the little girl entered his dreams.

These things are connected together, what are they implying to him?

It's getting more and more interesting...

**

Early the next morning, Shen Mu received a notice from the president.

Finally no more meetings today! ! !

Pei Huai wore a classic British handmade suit today. The matte watch seemed low-key and full of elite style.

When he went out, Pei Xingxing was eating buns in the restaurant with his short legs dangling.

Seeing him, Pei Huai thought of the Si family's diced radish that day.

Called Miss Su Ji, but called him... Uncle.

"Star."

Pei Xingxing turned around and was successfully captured by Pei Huai. He dragged his voice lazily, "What are you doing?"

Pei Huai: "What do you usually call Su Ji?"

Pei Xingxing's big moist and bright eyes blinked: "Beautiful sister~"

"Call me?"

"Little uncle?"

"Then if I'm not your little uncle, but someone you don't know, what will you want to call me when you see me?"

Pei Xingxing put two fingers on his little head, trying to understand the meaning of the little uncle's tricky words, and then replied: "Uncle!"

The veins on Pei Huai's forehead twitched.

It sounds worse than my little uncle.

Pei Huai: "So, you think I'm old?"

Pei Xingxing proudly waved his small chopsticks for children: "Of course, my sister is a young fairy, and my uncle is a 30-year-old man! Dad said it! A 30-year-old man like my uncle is the first!" Falling in love for the first time is terrible!"

Pei Huai's face was as black as charcoal, but fortunately Pei Song appeared in time and took his broken mouth away: "Stinky boy! Even your father will be betrayed! You have lived enough and I haven't done it yet!"

Looking back, seeing the inexplicably scary eyes of the third brother, Pei Song knew that his prescription would not be read by the third brother for him for a year or so...

What a miserable man!

**

In the morning, Liu Yiqing came back from the dance class, with a slender and tall figure, long hair tied behind her head, and a very elegant appearance.

As soon as she entered the office, she was taken aback.

There are always five or six teachers in the office on weekdays, but today it is surprisingly quiet.

Just about to wonder if she forgot about the school meeting, but she glanced to the corner, and she saw a man in a suit and leather shoes sitting on the chair opposite her work.

Even if Liu Yiqing is not interested in those gossips, but only through that face that is more blessed than that of Pei Song back then, and that familiar aura, Liu Yiqing also knows who this man is!

Liu Yiqing had a bad premonition, she closed her eyes, turned around and returned to her station, pretending she didn't see him.

As the helm of the Pei Group, Pei Huai has never received such neglect.

But for Su Ji, he is very happy.

The man smiled gentlemanly: "Mr. Liu, is it convenient for us to talk?"

Liu Yiqing threw the pen in her hand into the pen holder, her neck straightened arrogantly and conceitedly: "If I say it's inconvenient, can Mr. Pei leave immediately?"

Pei Huai smiled lightly: "I heard that you asked Su Ji to promise you that you will never fall in love with someone surnamed Pei in the future?"

He cut straight to the point, and Liu Yiqing's eyes wandered slightly.

To be honest, it does sound weird to make such a request to a student, but now that Pei Huai can find it here, it also proves that her worries are definitely not unnecessary!

"Yes, that's right." Liu Yiqing, who has never been married for her dancing career, is a very staunch woman: "President Pei, don't be surprised, but I already have a student ruined by your surname Pei. I am very optimistic about Su Ji." , I don't want her to be the next..."

Liu Yiqing was very sad and didn't want to talk about it.

Pei Huai crossed his long legs and changed his sitting position: "Mr. Liu's words are serious. Miss Sang is now a bright star, and her future is bright."

Liu Yiqing snorted: "What's the use of being good now? Her marriage history, and her experience of dropping out of school to give birth, these are all time bombs! If she is dug out by the media at some point, how bright she is now, she will collapse at that time." What a sensation the room will be!!"

Regarding the incident between Sangya and Pei Song back then, there was no right or wrong side, but it would be too far to talk about it now.

Pei Huai chose the quickest way, selling his brother for glory: "I feel ashamed|ashamed of my brother's lack of self-control back then, but don't worry, Teacher Liu, I am different from my brother..."