The wealthy young master is a money fan

When he went downstairs to have dinner at night, Pei Xiu looked at Pei Ji differently, his face was full of regret that there might be pigs who wanted to give up his cabbage.

Pei Ji didn't know what his brother had come up with, so he went to collect the dried clothes after eating.

Seeing him carrying his clothes back to the room, Pei Xiu's lips moved, but he didn't say anything, only sighed in his heart.

Zhaozhao's family is too bitter, if someone out there really treats him well and lets him taste something sweet, it's not all a bad thing.

Pei Xiu sighed, drank the soup without a mouthful, Shu Pan put down his chopsticks, and asked with concern: "Axiu, what's wrong with you?"

Knowing the son is more like the mother, Shu Pan has already seen that the eldest son is hiding something in his heart today, but she just resisted asking if the son didn't speak up.

The matter is not yet settled, Pei Xiu didn't want to worry Shu Pan, so he twitched the corner of his mouth and shook his head: "It's nothing, Mom, it's just the company's business."

After Pei Chengbo and Shu Pan retired to the second line, they held shares in the Pei Group, but they rarely showed up except for board meetings, and the company was fully managed by Pei Xiu.

Only when Pei Xiu couldn't figure it out and opened his mouth, they would help to make suggestions, and let his son do the rest.

The result of this is that Pei Xiu has grown rapidly, and only in the first two years when he took over the company would he come to them with difficult decisions. Up to now, Pei Xiu has become a mature, stable, qualified and excellent manager.

So after hearing what Pei Xiu said, Shu Pan and Pei Chengbo stopped asking, believing that he could handle it well.

In the upstairs room, Pei Ji folded Yan Heng's clothes and began to write his weekly internship report.

Because it is not an internship before graduation, the internship report does not need to be submitted to the school, just send it to the team leader for reading.

Knowing that Pei Ji was busy, Shu Pan brought milk to him after eating, and gently told him to go to bed early.

Thinking of Pei Ji always washing his hair at night, Shu Pan said again before leaving:

"And Zhaozhao, don't wash your hair at night, or you'll get a headache when you wake up tomorrow."

After receiving Pei Ji's soft 'hmm', Shu Pan praised how good he was, and then went out happily.

After distributing the weekly internship report to the team leader, the warm milk was already cold, so Pei Ji turned on the computer, drank the milk and washed the cup.

Pei Ji didn't have the habit of staying up late, and when she was about to go to bed after washing, she saw Yan Heng's suit on the bed, and her footsteps stopped.

Pursing her lips, Pei Ji was silent for a moment, put the clothes on the bedside, and then lay down on the bed.

Before going to bed, Pei Ji took out his mobile phone and transferred a sum of money to Yan Heng.

Yan Heng, who received the transfer notice, looked at the 98 yuan transferred by the little dean, and slowly put a question mark over: [? 】

Why did you transfer money to him again?

Last night's hush money or the little dean wanted to keep him?

Pei Ji explained: [Last night's rent. 】

Yan Heng couldn't laugh or cry at the little dean's calculation so clearly, and confiscated the money: 【Who wants your rent. 】

And at 98, he knew that the little dean was a big fan of money, but Yan Heng didn't expect that the other party wouldn't even give him 100 yuan.

His luxurious villa costs 98 a night, Yan Heng really wants to know how Pei Ji calculates in his heart, and there are still zeros and zeros.

Anyway, Pei Ji gave the money, with a clear conscience, so he didn't care if the other party took it or not, and continued typing: [The clothes have been washed, and I'll give them to you on Monday. 】

Yan Heng just wanted to say no, but after thinking about it, he changed his mind again: 【Okay, you can send it to my office when you go to work on Monday. 】

Pei Ji had no objection, so she turned off her phone and went to sleep.

On the two-meter bed, Pei Ji was lying in the middle covered with a thin blanket, his back curled up like a shrimp, and his hands and feet were completely shrunk into a small ball.

It's an extremely insecure sleeping position.

When he closed his eyes and went to sleep, Pei Ji dreamed of that thunderstorm night again after a long absence, but this time, besides the shrill screams and whipping and scolding, he also heard soothing music.

The thunder and screams faded instantly like the tide.

The melodious tinkling music seemed to have the magical power of calming people's hearts, gradually smoothing Pei Ji's frowning brows in sleep.

Pei Ji's bent legs moved, and he was having bizarre dreams, and his sleep was not comforting.

……

When she woke up the next day, the thin blanket and half of the pillow that had been covering her body appeared in Pei Ji's arms.

Pei Ji turned off the air conditioner that had been working diligently all night. When he was washing up, he felt a tingling pain in his throat. He probably caught a cold last night, but he didn't take it to heart.

While eating breakfast, Shu Pan looked worried:

"Zhao Zhao, why is your voice a little hoarse? Did you catch a cold?"

The servant at the side glanced at Pei Ji, feeling strange

Is the young master's voice hoarse?Isn't it normal?

Pei Chengbo didn't hear it either, and together with Pei Xiu, they turned to look at Pei Ji.

"No." Pei Ji's throat moved, and he calmly denied:

"Maybe it's because I just woke up."

Pei Xiu got up and poured him a glass of water:

"Zhao Zhao, drink some water to moisten your throat."

Pei Ji raised his hand to pick it up and said 'thank you'.

However, the 28-year-old Pei Xiu looked at Pei Ji lovingly: "Whatever you do with your brother, you are a family."

It was close to noon when Pei Ji's grandparents arrived, and they brought the chef from the villa, saying that the chef had learned a new dish and they must try it too.

Shu Pan gave the two old people a set of clothes, and Pei Chengbo simply and rudely sealed two red envelopes, one for each of the two old people.

Both Grandpa Pei and Grandma Pei are over [-] years old, and now when one of them celebrates his birthday, the other can also receive a gift.

The old man is getting old, and the picture is a happy and healthy one.

The two thick red envelopes were handed over to the two grandchildren before the grandparents got them warm.

One per person, just right.

Pei Xiu took it with both hands, bowed to the two as if greeting the new year, and said with a loud smile, "Thank you, Grandpa, I wish you good luck like Donghai and longevity!"

Grandma Pei handed it to Pei Ji, smiling kindly:

"My dear grandson, take it and go buy some delicious food."

Pei Ji looked at the red envelope, but didn't reach out.

Grandma Pei was not in a hurry either, holding a red envelope and waiting patiently for him with a smile.

After an unknown amount of time, Pei Ji finally raised his hand to pick it up and said thank you.

Grandma Pei nodded again and again: "My good grandson is awesome, you can buy whatever you want, if you don't have enough, you can ask grandma for it, grandma has money."

Although Pei Ji still didn't call anyone, everyone in the Pei family was satisfied.

The two chefs tried their best for lunch, with a variety of dishes, but the portions are small and will not be excessively wasted.

After eating, Pei Ji took out what he had prepared and handed it to Grandpa Pei.

The old man was stunned when he saw it: "For me?"

Pei Ji nodded silently.

"My dear grandson, did you prepare a birthday present for grandpa?" The old man was overjoyed, and even wiped his hands on his body when he raised his hand to pick up the box.

Pei Xiu, Pei Chengbo and the others were also attracted by the movement, and turned their heads to look over.

What Pei Ji gave to Grandpa Pei were two fishing rods.

Pei Chengbo was sour, and said half-jokingly and half-seriously:

"Dad, look at how kind Zhao Zhao is to you. I haven't even received Zhao Zhao's birthday present yet."

Pei Xiu nodded beside him: "I didn't receive it either."

Grandpa Pei was even happier, smiling until the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes piled up:

"Oye, so I'm the first one to receive Zhao Zhao's gift?"

Seeing his wife's childish appearance, Grandma Pei couldn't help but smiled, and she didn't forget to tell her: "Don't get too excited, pay attention to your blood pressure."

Grandpa Pei already had dozens of fishing rods at home, and the prices ranged from three to five figures, but after receiving the gifts from Pei Ji, he still couldn't put them down, and announced that he would use these rods next time he went fishing with Lao Qintou. two.

Old children, old children, when people get old, their personalities become more and more like children, and they start childish 'comparisons'.

Grandpa Pei spoke enthusiastically:

"Two days ago, the grandson of Old Qintou gave him a pair of old man's shoes, but he was so proud that he has been talking about it in front of me for several days."

Now, with the fishing rod given by my good grandson, I can win back a fortune!

The children and grandchildren are around their knees, at the age of caring for their lives, it is quite cute when they are naive.

Pei Xiu secretly gave Pei Ji a thumbs up in his heart

Zhao Zhao did a great job!

After clicking likes, Pei Xiu silently prayed in his heart, that when he celebrates his birthday at the end of the year, Zhao Zhao will remember and give him a birthday present as well.

Even the wild flowers and weeds on the roadside are good!

In the afternoon, Shu Pan and Pei Chengbo went shopping with the two old people. Grandparents will spend the night here tonight, and they will go back to the villa after playing for two days.

The two old men were there, and Pei Ji didn't leave. He packed up his things and went straight to the company on Monday.

When going out, he still didn't forget to pack Yan Heng's clothes in his bag.

In the car, Peng Gaojun heard Pei Ji sneezed twice, raised his eyes to check the rearview mirror, and asked, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Pei Ji caught a cold from kicking the quilt the night before yesterday, but not only did he not recover today, it seemed to be a little more serious.

After moving her itchy nose, Pei Ji replied, "It's okay."

Peng Gaojun raised the car window and asked:

"Should I have a doctor look at it?"

Pei Ji shook his head: "No need."

He rarely catches a cold, and he knows his physical fitness well. It's just a small problem, and he will be fine in two days, and he doesn't even need to take cold medicine.

That's what Pei Ji said, but after sending him to the company, Peng Gaojun went to a nearby pharmacy to buy cold medicine for preparation.

If the young master's condition hasn't improved at noon, he has to take some cold medicine, so that a minor illness won't turn into a serious illness.

After Pei Ji got into the elevator, he happened to run into Ren Feihang.

After Ren Feihang came in and saw Pei Ji, he was stunned for a moment, then he saw the clothes on his body, and smiled contemptuously, thinking

Don't think that if you change a set of fake ones, I won't be able to see it.

Ren Feihang earns a lot, but he is still a salaryman. He has worked for several years, has no savings, and still owes a lot of credit cards.

Nothing else, just that he buys and buys as soon as he gets paid: perfume, cosmetics, skin care products, clothes and shoes, the latest mobile phone, fitness card, online celebrity shop check-in...

With a salary of more than 1 yuan, a meal costs thousands of dollars without blinking an eye, standard hedonism.

It is also because he is 'well-informed' that he can recognize the 'fake' on Pei Ji at a glance.

Although the clothes Pei Xiu and Shu Pan chose for Pei Ji were all high-end and high-end clothes, many of them were custom-made clothes, and there was no logo on the outside, so many people couldn't tell the price and brand at all.

Ren Feihang looked down on Pei Ji, and Pei Ji didn't bother to talk to him, didn't even give him a look, treating him like air.

Ren Feihang thought to himself: He must have a guilty conscience, afraid of being pointed out by himself for being vain and wearing fakes, heh, how disgusting.

……

It was agreed to return the clothes today, Pei Ji was busy in the morning and had no time, so he sent a message to Yan Heng during his lunch break, asking where he was.

Yan Heng, who received Pei Ji's message, sat up straight unconsciously, and replied:

[Floor 28, do you want to come up?I asked the secretary to come pick you up? 】

The author has something to say: President Yan: Here comes the chance to have lunch!