The wealthy young master is a money fan

After a while of knocking and knocking by Pei Ji, the wooden door was forced to continue operating.

When installing the door, Yan Heng helped Pei Ji hold the upright door, and Pei Ji used a small electric drill to drill holes to fix it.

When fixing the bottom, Pei Ji knelt on one knee, holding the door frame with one hand and holding the electric drill in the other, pursing the corners of his mouth with a focused and serious expression.

Looking down from Yan Heng's point of view, he happened to see the twirling hair on top of Pei Ji's head and the exposed part of the back of his neck.

His eyes lingered on the man's neck for a long time, and Yan Heng's thoughts were distorted when he didn't pay attention——

The dean's hair is a little long, it's time to cut it.

Pei Ji felt the vague gaze behind him, but he did it by himself from the beginning to the end, without being disturbed at all.

"What happened to your shoulder?"

When Pei Ji installed the door and packed the toolbox, Yan Heng's eyes stayed on his right shoulder, his brows frowned, and he asked suddenly.

Following Yan Heng's line of sight, Pei Ji turned his head and glanced at his shoulder, and found that there was a small bruise near the collarbone.

It should have been done by accident with Zhu Zhen and Zhou Liguo just now. There was no reaction at first, but it turned blue after a while.

Pei Ji could fight, but he wasn't a god. It was normal to get hit once or twice by the two of them.

It doesn't hurt either, if Yan Heng didn't ask, Pei Ji wouldn't even know that his shoulder was bruised.

Obviously Yan Heng also thought of the source of the bruise, seeing Pei Jihun's indifferent appearance, he became inexplicably annoyed, and his voice sank:

"What's wrong with you, you don't even know you're injured?"

With Yan Heng's tone, those who didn't know thought he was the one who was injured.

Putting the toolbox back on the shelf, Pei Ji turned to look at the fussy Yan Heng:

"Is this considered an injury?"

Pei Ji didn't worry about the big bruises on his fingernails, even the skin wasn't broken.

While speaking, Pei Ji swept Yan Heng's smooth hands calmly.

Nearly two months have passed, Yan Heng's broken skin on the flower bed before has disappeared, leaving no trace.

Yan Heng was choked by Pei Ji's attitude, and a bad question appeared in his heart——

Why is Pei Ji so skilled?

Little money fans don't seem like people who are willing to spend money to enroll in some taekwondo classes to practice their skills, so the only way to do it is... practice?

Thinking of this possibility, Yan Heng's heart skipped a beat. Looking at Pei Jiyun's calm face, he felt very uncomfortable and didn't know what to say for a moment.

After a while, he slowly opened his mouth:

"Rub some medicine and you'll get better sooner."

Pei Ji raised his hand and touched his shoulder, and replied:

"I'll be fine in a few days."

Seeing Pei Ji's very experienced look, Yan Heng felt even more uncomfortable.

Pei Ji didn't know what Yan Heng was thinking, so he saw that it was almost time and went downstairs to the cafeteria.

Because of Qingqing's matter, today's tutoring class was moved to two o'clock in the afternoon, and he had to go to Jiangchengyuan after dinner.

Looking at Pei Ji's back, Yan Heng lowered his eyes and narrowed his expression,

He also understood Pei Ji, and Pei Ji himself didn't care, so it was useless for him to say more.

Sighing in his heart, Yan Heng raised his heels behind Pei Ji, and when he spoke again, the seriousness on his face disappeared, and it was his usual lazy and seductive smile:

"Little Dean, for the sake of helping you raise your son, why don't you let me have lunch?"

Just picking up a cat, this man has a son in his mouth, Pei Ji gave him a non-obvious look:

"I don't have a son like that."

Yan Heng smiled and followed his words:

"It's okay, if you don't recognize this son, just recognize your father."

Pei Ji: "..."

Is there any difference between the two?

Perhaps because of the sake of being full, Pei Ji didn't say anything about Yan Heng's behavior of following him to the cafeteria to eat and drink, and let him go.

Seeing Yan Heng again, the auntie in the cafeteria was as enthusiastic as ever. Considering the grown-ups had a big appetite, she used a rice spoon to press the rice hard for him. Yan Heng couldn't laugh or cry—

He can't eat so much.

Repairing the door delayed time. When Pei Ji and the others went to the cafeteria today, the children had already eaten. In order to avoid waste, each meal in the cafeteria was cooked per person. There were leftovers every day, but not much.

When Pei Ji was cooking, there was only one bowl of custard left.

Without squinting, he skipped the egg custard window and asked the staff next to him to fill a spoonful of vinegared shredded potatoes for him.

As soon as he found a seat at random, Yan Heng came over with a plate.

The dishes on Yan Heng's dinner plate were the same as Pei Ji's: shredded potatoes, fried beef with soybeans and celery.

It's just that he has one more bowl of custard than Pei Ji.

Sitting down opposite Pei Ji, Yan Heng scanned his plate and asked casually:

"Why don't you have custard?"

Pei Ji: "I don't like it."

Yan Heng let out an 'oh' and lowered his head to eat his own meal.

Although the food at the Angel's House does not have thick oil and red sauce, it is much more delicious than the food in the school cafeteria when Yan Heng was studying. It is probably to take care of the children, so the taste is relatively light.

He didn't eat or sleep, Yan Heng didn't talk to Pei Ji again during the meal, and the latter naturally didn't take the initiative to talk to him. For a while, the whole cafeteria could only hear the sound of the cooking window and the kitchen's pots and pans colliding.

The tutoring from childhood to adulthood made Yan Heng develop the habit of chewing and eating slowly, and the canteen set meal that cost more than ten yuan allowed him to eat the elegance and calmness of a high-end steak in a western restaurant.

Pei Ji had almost finished eating, and there was still half of Yan Heng's plate left.

Frowning subtly, Pei Ji took out his phone, clicked on a shopping app, and searched the phone screen in the search box.

The screen of his mobile phone was cracked and had to be replaced. Zhou Shuang and his wife paid [-] yuan in compensation.

But Pei Ji didn't intend to let others repair it, but planned to buy a screen and do it himself.

On the Internet, the screen assembly of his mobile phone model is the cheapest at 65, and the most expensive is only [-].

Pei Ji eats with his right hand and holds his mobile phone in his left. He clicks on the product details pages one by one in order, and adds all the reviews that say they are good and of good quality to the shopping cart. He is going to compare prices at the end and choose the cheapest one.

With dual purposes, Pei Ji's eating speed gradually slowed down.

Yan Heng looked at Pei Ji, not knowing why he was eating well, but why he suddenly deserted to play with his mobile phone.

Gently tapping the dining table with his fingers, Yan Heng reminded:

"Don't play with your phone while eating."

This habit is not good, and the weather is warm now, so I don't worry about stomach discomfort after eating cold food.

Pei Ji's eyes were glued to the phone, unmoved.

If Pei Ji doesn't listen, it's impossible for Yan Heng to snatch his mobile phone. As a friend, it's okay to remind him, if he goes deeper, he'll be meddling in his own business.

Their relationship is not good enough to interfere with each other's living habits.

In the end, Pei Ji chose the store with a price of 93, and before placing an order, he used an app that could get rebates and coupons, and finally bought a screen for 88.

Zhou Shuang and the others paid 400 yuan, and there were more than [-] left in Pei Ji's hands.

After Pei Ji placed the order, Yan Heng had almost finished his meal, and when he knew that he was going to Jiangcheng Garden to teach Qin Xu a class later, the corners of Yan Heng's lips curled up;

"It just so happens that I'm going back too, let's go together."

Pei Ji didn't say yes or no, but glanced at him:

"You don't work?"

Yan Heng smiled: "Take a rest these few days."

After going away on business for more than a month and only coming back, Yan Heng naturally didn't get to work so soon.

Even the donkey of the production team should rest.

When Pei Ji didn't speak, Yan Heng took it as his acquiescence, and teased him half-jokingly and half-seriously:

"Don't worry, brother will definitely send you safely, and won't kidnap you and sell you."

As soon as Yan Heng's words fell to the ground, Pei Ji's feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, and his figure suddenly stopped.

Pei Ji stopped suddenly, walked two steps forward and found that Yan Heng who hadn't followed him also stopped, turned to look at him:

"Why don't you go?"

Raising his eyelids and staring at Yan Heng for a few seconds, Pei Ji said without the slightest emotion:

"not going."

Yan Heng was taken aback for a moment: "Huh?"

What do you mean you can't go?

After Pei Ji said this, he turned around and walked upstairs without further explanation.

The little money fan's face changed as soon as he said it, and Yan Heng who was standing still was at a loss——

what happened?

At the critical moment, Yan Heng's legs reacted faster than his brain, and he chased after him before his brain issued an order.

However, Pei Ji was determined not to take Yan Heng's ride today, no matter what the other party said or asked, it was useless.

In the end, Yan Heng really had no choice but to sit on the sofa next to him. Being such a freshman president, he began to act like a rascal:

"If you don't make it clear to me today, I won't leave."

Yan Heng is not stupid, Pei Ji suddenly changed his mind and refused him resolutely, it doesn't look like he is angry with him, then he must be unhappy.

But he couldn't figure out what made Pei Ji unhappy.

Is it because of your own joke?Or is it because he called himself a brother just now?

Pei Ji didn't respond to his rascal's behavior. He casually picked up a folder on the table and looked:

"up to you."

Looking at the expressionless Pei Ji, Mr. Yan's brain was spinning rapidly, and finally he thought of something——

There are dozens of children in the Angel House, are there any who have been abducted and have not yet found their families?

As the dean of the Angel House, the little money fan is unhappy because of the abduction he just jokingly mentioned?

That's right, the little dean looks cold-hearted, but his heart is soft and sensitive. He will personally teach the scumbags a lesson for Qingqing, so naturally he won't listen to abduction...

The more he thought about it, the more Yan Heng felt that this possibility was very high, and he scolded himself in his heart for being outspoken.

Standing up and walking in front of Pei Ji, Yan Heng looked down at Pei Ji, thought about his words before speaking:

"I just... didn't mean anything else. I didn't consider your feelings. I'm sorry."