The wealthy young master is a money fan

There were already three people in the car behind, if Pei Ji passed, he could only squeeze in the back seat with everyone, but he didn't like to have physical contact with people, so he chose to go with Yan Heng.

After getting in the car, Yan Heng looked at Pei Ji with a cold face, and asked:

"Don't you want to be full?"

Baby?

After hearing this, the driver driving ahead and the branch leader who came to pick up Yan Heng couldn't help but secretly glanced at the two people behind.

The leader of the branch had already guessed who Pei Ji was.

Pei Ji took out the thermos cup without looking back:

"You've posted a lot of pictures."

Just as Yan Heng wanted to say that looking at the photos would be better than masturbating a real cat, Pei Ji took out a small bag of medicine.

The doctor prescribed Pudilan and cephalosporins, each with different dosages. In case Pei Ji might be confused, the doctor pre-packed them for him. It is very convenient to take one bag at a time.

Yan Heng was taken aback, and raised a lame eyebrow: "Are you sick? What's wrong?"

A small bag of more than a dozen medicines was colorful, and Pei Ji put them all in his mouth at once, raised his head and drank two sips of water, and frowned slightly as he swallowed because of his sore throat.

After taking the medicine neatly, Pei Ji calmly said:

"Sore throat."

sore throat...

If it wasn't for Pei Ji's serious expression and his tone that didn't sound like a joke, Yan Heng would have wondered if he was beating around the bush and telling him not to talk to him.

Pei Ji glanced at the silent Yan Heng, paused and added:

"Tonsillitis."

Yan Heng: "Is it caused by a cold?"

Pei Ji moved his body, found a comfortable position, and closed his eyes: "Maybe."

Some cold medicines make people feel sleepy. After getting up at [-]:[-] in the morning and sitting on the plane for several hours, Pei Ji was already a little sleepy.

Seeing him like this, Yan Heng didn't bother him any more, and signaled the driver to drive slower with his eyes, and asked him to adjust the temperature and wind direction of the air conditioner.

The airport in Mocheng is a bit out of the way, and it takes about an hour from the airport to the hotel where they are staying. Pei Ji, who took the medicine, just wanted to close his eyes and rest his mind at first, but in the end he fell into a groggy state, but he really fell asleep.

When he woke up, he found that he was covered with a blanket from nowhere, and a soft dog pillow was placed under his head.

Under the pillow is Yan Heng's shoulder.

He rested on Yan Heng's shoulder.

Pei Ji's pupils shrank, and he straightened up immediately, the pillow fell from Yan Heng's shoulder, and rolled a few times to his feet.

Yan Heng, who had been a pillow for others all the way, picked up the pillow and patted it, with a smile on his face: "I'll be at the hotel soon, did you sleep well, little principal?"

Pei Ji pulled off the blanket from her body and remained silent.

The corners of Yan Heng's lips curled up a little, and he took out his phone.

After a while, Pei Ji's cell phone rang, and he took it out to have a look, and saw a message from the person beside him: [Friendly reminder. 】

[Little Dean, your hair is curled up from sleep. 】

Pei Ji: ...

Taking advantage of the reflection of the phone screen, Pei Ji raised his hands expressionlessly and pulled his messy hair a few times.

There were still two people in the car who had pretended to be little deaf shrimps since they got in the car, Yan Heng smiled and stopped teasing Pei Ji, for fear that people would blow their hair because of their thin skin and embarrassment.

There was nothing to say all the way to the hotel. The hotel was arranged by the people from Meaux. It was a five-star hotel with a good environment. Yan Heng lived in a suite with an exclusive swimming pool.

Although the single room that Pei Ji lived in was not as big as Yan Heng's, the conditions were pretty good. There was a small balcony, and it was nice to enjoy the night view while drinking a little wine here at night.

The five of them packed their luggage, repaired themselves, and headed to Yan's branch in Mo City.

For the next afternoon, there was nothing to do with Pei Ji, an intern. He didn't understand the affairs of the branch company, and he couldn't help, just like the assistant to the director, he just followed Yan Heng and the others.

The dinner was also arranged by the people from the Mo city branch, to clean up Yan Heng and the director.

The high-level executives wanted to have a big meal together, so Pei Ji packed up his things and prepared to go back to the hotel

The hotel they stayed in charged high accommodation fees and provided meals for free.

There was nothing wrong with Pei Ji, but when Yan Heng got into the car, he called him:

"Pei Ji, what are you doing standing so far away?"

Pei Ji glanced at him and said concisely: "Wait for you to go."

Although the travel expenses can be reimbursed, this place is not far from the hotel where they are staying. When he came, he had memorized the route and was going to walk back.

According to his footsteps, it will only take 10 minutes.

Yan Heng paused and looked at him:

"Aren't you going to eat?"

Pei Ji looked back at him when he heard the words, the meaning in his eyes - what am I going to do?

Seeing this, the director on the side immediately said:

"If you have nothing to do with Xiao Pei, let's go together. It's good to have a lively meal."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Pei Ji to answer, the director looked at his assistant again:

"Xiaolin and you too."

Assistant Lin, who was also going back to the hotel to eat, was flattered. He didn't expect that the bosses would have a place as a small shrimp in the workplace. He was stunned for a moment and nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay."

Assistant Lin also went, so Pei Ji had no choice but to keep up. He was still in the same car as Yan Heng, and this time the director was also in the car.

Yan Heng glanced at Pei Ji's belongings, and asked:

"Do you take your medicine before or after meals?"

As soon as Pei Ji got in the car, he remembered how he fell asleep leaning on this man's shoulder a few hours ago. His eyes swept over his shoulder, and he replied, "It's okay."

Yan Heng nodded reassuringly: "That's fine."

The restaurants were all pre-booked. When they entered the box, eight cold dishes were already set on the table. The waiter who led them said that the hot dishes would be served soon, and asked them if they wanted more dishes.

Yan Heng, Pei Ji, and the others were five people, plus four people from the branch office, making a total of nine people.

The general manager of the branch company was transferred from the head office to Mocheng. He was in his forties. He gained weight due to socializing all the year round. His stomach was bigger than that of a five- to six-month pregnant woman. His surname was Zhao.

Manager Zhao handed the menu to Yan Heng:

"Mr. Yan, I just ordered a few dishes at random. Do you think there is anything you want to eat?"

Yan Heng took the menu and saw that most of the dishes marked on it were spicy and greasy, so he added a few light side dishes and river crab porridge, and asked, "Is there any pear juice?"

There is no pear juice on the menu, but thinking of what the manager said, all the requests of the guests at this table must be satisfied, so the waiter nodded: "Yes."

Yan Heng nodded: "Okay, serve a cup of pear juice, add some Chuanbei powder and steam it."

"Okay, please wait a moment." The waiter politely retreated with the menu.

Sitting next to Yan Heng, Pei Ji turned his head and glanced at him, but didn't say anything, but Manager Zhao asked concerned: "Boss Yan, is your throat uncomfortable?"

Boiled with pear and Chuanbei powder, it is not only effective for sore throat and chronic cough, but also moistens the lungs.

Yan Heng smiled, but didn't speak.

Only when the director thinks that Yan Heng asked Pei Jiyao about the before and after meals when he arrived, he instantly understood

The one with a bad throat was Pei Ji, and Mr. Yan ordered the following dishes specially for Pei Ji.

The director, who was surfing the Internet for a while, felt that he seemed to know something important.

The dishes were served quickly, and when the river crab porridge and boiled pears were served, Yan Heng placed them directly in front of Pei Ji.

Yan Heng lowered his voice, and whispered in a volume that only the two of them could hear: "You should avoid spicy, greasy and other stimulating food now, I ordered other things for you, little dean, don't steal it later .”

Pei Ji: "...childish."

The doctor and Shu Pan have repeatedly told him what he can eat and what he can't eat, so naturally he will not forget it.

A group of grown men gathered for dinner, and drinking was inevitable. Manager Zhao was also a drinker, and frequently toasted Yan Heng and the director, and organized everyone to go for a walk together when they were drunk.

Everyone present, except Pei Ji, had been in and out of society for many years, and even Assistant Lin could drink well, and his pale face didn't turn red after drinking two glasses of wine.

Manager Zhao praised Assistant Lin's capacity, and in a blink of an eye, he saw that the cup in Pei Ji's hand was empty of wine, and he was out of tune with the people at the table, and was slowly drinking a small cup of pear juice like an outsider.

Manager Zhao likes to drink, and also likes to persuade him to drink. Seeing this wine glass, he immediately turned towards Pei Ji, and said loudly: "That little... Xiao Pei over there, right? Don't just drink sweet water, have a drink?"

After hearing this, everyone present turned their eyes to Pei Ji.

The deputy general manager also reacted and echoed:

"Xiao Pei is a bit restless today, I haven't even had a glass of wine yet."

The director subconsciously glanced at Yan Heng, and silently sweated for the two warriors in his heart, thinking

Do you two have no eyes?Didn't you find this guy's throat uncomfortable?Didn't Yan always treat this baby as if he had to rinse a piece of spicy chicken before eating it?

The point is, the director found that Pei Ji didn't really confess his feelings...

How about another drink? What about a drink?Would you like a cool drink?

Pei Ji took a mouthful of steamed pears, and was unmoved by Manager Zhao's persuasion: "I don't know how to drink."

"Hi." Manager Zhao was slightly overbearing, and only regarded Pei Ji as an ordinary clerk, and said with a smile: "Who is born to drink? Don't we all have to learn? Alcohol is something that can be mastered after drinking. Young people, they have practiced their drinking capacity."

"Let me tell you, after entering the society, you must be able to drink. This is a basic social skill."

Faced with Manager Zhao's hospitality, Pei Ji refused again:

"no need."

Having grown so big, Pei Ji hasn't drunk wine yet.

Manager Zhao's face fell down, he held his wine glass and said deliberately:

"Hey, Xiao Pei, do you look down on me?"

Putting down the chopsticks in his hand, Yan Heng turned his head to look at Manager Zhao, with a faint smile on his face, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

The director who knew Yan Heng's temper well knew that he was not happy anymore.

The deputy manager had never had contact with Yan Heng, so he didn't dare to persuade Yan Heng to drink, so he stared at the 'little follower' beside Yan Boss.

He didn't notice the slight change in Yan Heng's expression, and he sang along with Manager Zhao: "Xiao Pei, just have a drink, that's all. If you're not drunk, please take a moment."

Pei Ji frowned, "If you don't drink it, you look down on it. What's wrong?"

I didn't like these messy wine table culture at all, Pei Ji also lost his patience and looked at the two managers expressionlessly.

Pei Ji's eyes were cold, and Manager Zhao's back felt inexplicably cold when he saw those eyes, and his whole body trembled.

But Manager Zhao has always been the one who is favored at the wine table. Whether the other party is drinking or not, if he bluffs his face with half-truth and half-false words, he will sell him to save face and mean to have a drink.

How about even a sip?

This was the first time he met Pei Ji who was so unconvinced.

To say that the displeasure on Manager Zhao's face just now was just acting to persuade him to drink, but now that he realized it, Pei Ji's attitude really made him unhappy.

Isn't he just Yan Zong's little follower?It turned out to be on his head.

Concerned about Yan Heng who came to Pei Ji's side, Manager Zhao restrained his anger, put the wine glass on the table, the glass collided with the table, and made a moderate sound.

The atmosphere in the box instantly froze because of Manager Zhao's cold face.

The author has something to say: Director: These two people... are cold. [Watching the sky] The boss is sober in the world. Superviser, he can be promoted based on his ability.

Yan Zong: The little principal slept on my pillow today, and we slept together, hehe.

Brother: You are thinking about farting! ! !