Reborn on my wedding night, the paranoid boss can’t stop lusting after me

"Amelia Su, is this the dead husband you married?"

Pei Zhao curled his lips and said angrily: "I keep saying I love you, but in the end I don't even buy you a decent dress."

Mingyao raised his head suddenly and stared at her, "Little Mr. Pei, don't talk nonsense."

The dead husband he calls is Pei Siyu!

Mingyao quickly glanced at Pei Siyu.

The latter was seen standing there indifferently, with a stern face, and his brows and eyes seemed to be covered with ice slag, and it was so cold that it was shocking.

Based on Mingyao's understanding of Pei Siyu, he was angry, and very angry!

Pei Zhao didn't take it seriously and continued to complain about "the dead husband": "I really don't know why you married him."

Mingyao almost knelt down before him, "Mr. Pei, I have the final say in my marriage, and I have no regrets about marrying my husband."

She spoke very quickly, gagging Pei Zhao with a flurry of words, "The banquet is about to start, Mr. Pei, you'd better hurry up and get ready."

After saying that, Mingyao rubbed oil on the soles of her feet and turned around to run away.

Pei Zhao quickly grabbed her wrist again, "Su Xueya, are you hiding from me?"

Mingyao's heart dropped to the bottom, she pursed her lips and smiled, "How could that be?"

"If you're not avoiding me, just follow me."

"Let's change into something nice before the party starts."

Mingyao begged in her heart: Let me go!

The colleagues around him cast envious glances, wishing that Mingyao would be transformed into his soul and become the one being pulled by Mr. Pei.

Only Mingyao wanted to break free from Pei Zhao's clutches quickly.

She twisted her wrist and said, "Mr. Pei, I don't need any dress. Let me go first."

Pei Siyu stared at her with a cold gaze that made him want to cut her into pieces.

Pei Zhao was very stubborn and insisted on buying a set of clothes for her.

No matter how hard Mingyao struggled, he couldn't break free.

In order to prevent the matter from getting worse, she looked helplessly at Pei Siyu.

"Boss Pei."

Pei Siyu's temples protruded, and his eyes were full of anger and coldness. He then took a step across and directly blocked Pei Zhao's path.

Then he grabbed Mingyao's other wrist and pulled her behind him.

Pei Zhao and his colleagues present were stunned for a moment, and Mingyao was also shocked by Pei Siyu's actions.

"Pei Zhao, everyone is here, don't act nonsense!"

As he spoke, Pei Siyu exuded a gloomy aura from the inside out. The powerful aura made everyone present stay silent and dare not take a breath.

Pei Zhao was unwilling and did not dare to make Pei Siyu unhappy, so he could only say angrily: "Can't I go by myself?"

When leaving, he also told Mingyao to wait here for his return.

Mingyao coughed twice and explained in a voice as thin as a mosquito, "Mr. Pei, don't get me wrong."

Pei Siyu shook off Mingyao's hand with a frosty expression and said in a low voice, "Come here!"

His voice was not loud enough that only the two of them could hear it.

Mingyao felt like crying but had no tears in her heart.

It was Pei Zhao who kept pestering her, but she was innocent the whole time!

Pei Siyu went down to the second floor. After his colleagues dispersed, Mingyao excused himself to go to the bathroom and trotted all the way to the second floor.

Colleagues are gathered above, and you can hear the sound of a needle dropping quietly on the second floor.

"Miss Su, here."

The special assistant's voice came from behind. Mingyao took a breath and walked into the room behind him.

In the small guest room, the air condensed and the temperature plummeted to below freezing.

Mingyao rubbed the goosebumps on her arms and stared at her toes, her heart pounding as if it was about to jump out of her narrow chest.

Thanks to Pei Zhao for this operation.

She and Pei Siyu returned to before liberation overnight.

Mingyao suddenly felt powerless. In her previous life, she was tired of fighting, but in this life, she was frightened.

Pei Siyu stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the calm sea outside the window without saying a word.

"Mr. Pei." Mingyao spoke first and said calmly: "I, Mr. Pei and I have nothing to do with each other."

"I did not mean."

She carefully studied Pei Siyu's back, thinking twice about every word she spoke, for fear of touching Pei Siyu's minefield.

"It's all right?"

Pei Siyu turned his head sideways, with a strange smile on his dark face, "It doesn't matter, he will hold your hand and want to buy you clothes?"

He walked into Mingyao, the corners of his lips curved, and he smiled very charmingly.

Mingyao's scalp was numb, and he explained like a lump in his throat, "Master Pei, it's true."

Her explanation was feeble, so it was better not to say anything.

But this is the fact, and Mingyao has no way to defend it.

She had red eyes, bit her lip, and backed away in fear.

"Mr. Pei, you have seen that I did not take the initiative to talk to Mr. Pei during the whole process."

"It's Mr. Pei..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a muffled sound.

Mingyao's eyes widened in fright, Pei Siyu's palm hit the wall behind her ear, and he supported the wall with one hand.

Mingyao's back pressed against the wall, her heart pounding in her chest.

Pei Siyu leaned down, Ming Yao's frightened look reflected in his dark eyes, as if they were as thick as ink.

"Oh, you even took the opportunity to step on me hard."

Mingyao blinked and said weakly: "But he doesn't know that my husband is you..."

When she mentioned the word husband, Mingyao's voice trembled slightly.

Pei Siyu frowned, feeling something strange in his heart.

"Still sophistry?"

He growled, looking at Mingyao even more fiercely, wanting to tear her into pieces and eat her.

Mingyao was so frightened that her tears fell down, looking pitiful.

Pei Siyu felt restless in his heart, and he drew his brows closer to the center of his eyebrows, "Su Xueya, don't pretend to be pitiful."

He moved closer, only a fist away from Mingyao.

"You know you are the star of tonight's party, but you still dress like this!"

"What? To attract my idea?"

Mingyao opened her eyes innocently, waved her hands, and explained with a choked voice: "I, I didn't."

"Director Zhang said in the group that there is no requirement to dress, so I..."

She pursed her lower lip, lowered her head, and cried so hard that it was endearing.

She muttered an apology to Pei Siyu, "I'm sorry, Master Pei, it's my fault."

"I won't do it next time."

Listening to Mingyao's crying voice, Pei Siyu's throat tightened and his body became hot for no reason.

He tugged on his tie twice irritably, "Amelia Su, do you want a next time?"

Mingyao shook his head, "Don't dare."

Give her a hundred courages, and she won't dare to do it again.

It's not good to arouse his idea. She won't be idle and cause trouble for herself.

There was a dangerous and complicated light in Pei Siyu's eyes, and Mingyao felt a little uneasy in her heart.

"Amelia Su." His voice was hoarse, and he lowered his eyes half-closed, his eyes filled with darkness.

Mingyao pressed her body against the wall, even breathing cautiously.

I don't know if it was her imagination, but there was a bit of uncomfortable heat in the suddenly cold air.

As Pei Siyu approached, the blood in Mingyao's body gradually boiled, her body became hot, and her cheeks and ears were also burned red.

What does Pei Siyu want to do?