The wealthy young master is a money fan

Manager Zhao was dissatisfied because Pei Ji didn't show face. Seeing this, the deputy manager quickly turned around and tried to educate Pei Ji, a young man who had just entered the society, "Little Pei, this is your fault. Manager Zhao is doing it for your own good. This wine—”

The director felt that going on like this would be bad, so he opened his mouth to smooth things over, but before he could speak, Yan Heng said lazily: "Wine is indeed a good thing."

Hearing what Yan Heng said, the director was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Yan Heng, not understanding what he meant now.

Manager Zhao thought that Yan Heng was speaking for him, and also felt that Pei Ji was ignorant of current affairs, so his eyebrows twitched, and he nodded repeatedly: "That's not true."

The eyes of the two managers looking at Pei Ji were full of reproach and displeasure, just like the ignorant juniors.

Pei Ji also turned to look at Yan Heng, her eyes were not aroused by his words, she just stared at him steadfastly.

Yan Heng even spoke, the deputy manager held the wine bottle in one hand, half stood up and reached out to take Pei Ji's wine glass, saying: "Come on, Xiao Pei, I'll pour it for you."

Faced with the deputy manager's protruding hand, Pei Ji didn't move, but Yan Heng who was beside him raised his hand to hold down his cup.

Facing the confused eyes of the previous two managers, the corners of Yan Heng's lips twitched a little, looked at them with a half-smile, and said slowly: "Since you two like to drink so much, why don't you open a few more bottles, we will watch you drink." , drink to your heart's content?"

"I don't come to Mocheng often, but I didn't know that the two drink so well."

If you can't tell that Yan Heng is unhappy now, Manager Zhao and the two have lived in vain for decades, and their expressions froze.

As if not paying attention to the momentary tense expressions of the two, Yan Heng continued in a light and airy tone: "Our company has no hard and fast rules for employees' alcohol consumption, nor any soft rules. This social skill has been practiced so outstandingly, but I used to be overqualified and didn’t give the two of you a chance to display this skill.”

As soon as these words came out, Manager Zhao's back shuddered, and the faint feeling of drinking immediately dissipated, and he waved his hands like a rattle: "No, no, no, I didn't mean that."

The deputy manager didn't dare to take Pei Ji's cup anymore, and withdrew his hand like a needle prick, and nodded.

The director didn't dare to speak rashly at this time, he secretly took a look at Pei Ji who was next to him, and found that this person looked like he had nothing to do with him, and continued to bow his head to eat his own.

Pei Ji suspected that Yan Heng's hand on the wine glass was blocking his food, so he poked him with the tip of his chopsticks, motioning him to move his hand away.

Regardless of the trembling Manager Zhao, Yan Heng sensed Pei Ji's movements, laughed and took his hands away, and at the same time reminded: "Don't steal spicy food, I'll watch you."

After drinking half a bowl of pear juice, Pei Ji's throat didn't feel so sore, but his mouth was full of sweetness, and the bright red beef in front of him gave him a particularly strong appetite.

Pei Ji stretched out his chopsticks, paused after hearing Yan Heng's words, and finally turned around reluctantly, and picked a piece of steamed fish.

The moment Yan Heng turned his chopsticks, he could clearly see the slight downward curve of the corner of his mouth, he couldn't help smiling, and comforted him: "When your throat is healed, you can eat whatever you want."

Knowing that Pei Ji's tonsils were inflamed, Yan Heng went to ask the doctor and nutritionist at home if there were any taboos.

Pei Ji didn't comment on Yan Heng's words, but Manager Zhao and the deputy manager were frightened by Yan Heng's gentle and doting look on him, and they looked at each other

what's the situation?

Seeing Yan Zongruo's appearance of no one else, the smart director silently reduced his sense of presence, bowed his head to eat and returned to being a little deaf shrimp.

Now Manager Zhao and the two finally realized that Pei Ji was not an ordinary intern. Allotted.

Fortunately, Yan Heng didn't waste any more time with them on this issue after he casually said a few words, and the topic seemed to be over like this.

After Yan Heng and his party returned to Nanfeng City, Manager Zhao and his two men received a notice from the HR department, asking them to go on a three-month business trip to the copper city with a backward economy and difficult conditions. When they developed a new project with the company, the two knew about the wine table. The matter is not over.

Of course, this is a story.

……

After dinner and returning to the hotel, Pei Ji called Shu Pan back, hung up the phone and started writing this week's internship report after washing up.

The doorbell rang after only two lines of reports. Pei Ji glanced out through the peephole, and then twisted the handle to open the door.

He will come to Pei Ji at this point, and he will not think of anyone other than Yan Heng.

Pei Ji stood inside the door and looked at Yan Heng: "What's the matter?"

He just took a shower, Pei Ji didn't blow his hair, but just wiped it twice with a towel, and it was resting half dry on his forehead at this time.

The broken hair on his forehead was a little long, barely covering his eyebrows and eyes.

Pei Ji seemed to have washed away the coldness from his whole body when he took a shower, and the drooping hair made him look very obedient in his pajamas.

The moment he opened the door, Yan Heng saw Pei Ji who put away the spikes all over his body, opened his eyes slightly, and the surprise flashed in his eyes.

Looking straight at Pei Ji with lowered eyes, only two words remained in Yan Heng's mind

Very nice.

want to hug.

The current little dean must be very comfortable in his arms.

After waiting for a while before Yan Heng could start, Pei Ji frowned and repeated the question just now.

When he came back to his senses, Yan Heng adjusted his facial expression and put on a troubled look: "My room card is missing, why don't you take me in for a night, Dean?"

It hadn't been an hour since the two separated, and Yan Heng's room card was naturally not lost. He didn't come to see Pei Ji to beg to take him in, but he was worried about his voice and wanted to ask about his situation.

By the way, look at the little dean.

But now seeing such a soft little dean, Yan Heng changed his mind on the spot, and lied without changing his face or heartbeat, and just opened his mouth.

Apparently Pei Ji also felt that his words were untenable, so he calmly said:

"There is a service desk on the first floor."

That means, if the room card is lost, find the staff, they have a spare room card.

Speaking of this, Pei Ji thought of the way the hotel front desk looked at Yan Heng before, and twitched the corners of his mouth inexplicably: "They should be happy to serve you."

Yan Heng never thought that Pei Ji would agree. He was not surprised by his answer, but on the face he pretended to be embarrassed: "It's so late, it's not good to trouble others, you take me in for a night, just treat me as a poor brother?"

Pei Ji looked at him expressionlessly: "You are quite considerate of her."

Yan Heng smiled and blinked at him: "I've always been so considerate."

Regarding his thick skin, Pei Ji raised his hand and closed the door without any disturbance.

"Wait." Yan Heng raised his hand against the door and looked at him helplessly:

"I've come all the time, if you don't want to stay overnight, you can let me go in and have a drink of water, right?"

"Little Dean, you won't be so ruthless, will you?"

Seeing the pitiful Yan Heng, Pei Ji had no choice but to open the door and let him in.

Pei Ji: "Drink the water and leave."

"No problem." Walking behind Pei Ji into the room, the corners of her lips twitched, revealing a smile that had succeeded in her plan.

Sure enough, just as he thought, the little dean has a cold face and a warm heart, and he eats soft but not hard.

During dinner, the director who served as the background board and was busy cooking had eaten too much. When he came up after strolling in the small garden on the first floor of the hotel, he happened to meet Mr. Yan, who was supposed to be in the presidential suite, and walked into Pei Ji's room with a smile.

The director subconsciously took out his mobile phone and checked the time - 26:[-].

In the middle of the night, a lonely man and a widow entered the same room in the hotel...

All in all, it's hard not to think too much about it.

A director who often surfs the Internet, a series of book titles popped up in his mind

"The Domineering President and His Intern Wife"

"Forbidden Love: CEO Husband Lightly Loves"

"What if the handsome president is my husband?" "

"The president's hot little assistant. "

"99 Loves with the President"

Words... the director was covered in goosebumps from the chills in his head, his hands and feet were shaking, and he swiped his card quietly to enter his room, for fear that Pei Ji and Yan Heng would find him.

After closing the door, the director put his back on the door and let out a sigh of relief, thinking bitterly in his heart: It's not me who fell in love at public expense, why am I guilty?

On the other side, Yan Heng went into Pei Ji's room. The hotel rooms were all pretty similarly furnished, nothing fancy, so he took a bottle of mineral water and drank it.

Pei Ji, who was sitting back in front of the computer, saw his movements from the corner of his eye, moved his fingers holding the mouse, and raised his eyelids to look at him: "That bottle of water is mine."

"Huh?" Yan Heng paused, took the bottle to his eyes, looked at it, and finally raised his eyebrows: "Sorry, I don't know, can I open another bottle for you?"

At the same time as the words fell, Yan Heng raised his head and drank a few more sips.

It is not difficult to see from his behavior that the 'sorry' he just said was insincere.

Pei Ji: "..."

When you unscrew the bottle cap, don't you know if the water has been opened?

As if he couldn't bear to look directly at him, Pei Ji withdrew his eyes and stopped looking at him, saying: "Remember to close the door when you go out."

Turning a deaf ear to Pei Ji's order to chase away guests, Yan Heng saw his slender fingers flying on the keyboard, and felt the sound of typing on the keyboard was so pleasant for the first time: "Little Dean, it's so late, what are you writing?"

Still that lazy voice.

Pei Ji never took his eyes off the screen:

"Weekly Internship Report."

Yan Heng squeezed the mineral water bottle in his hand to play with, curious:

"A weekly internship report? You still want to write this thing? What's there to write about?"

Pei Ji finally glanced at him: "The company stipulates that the number of words should not be less than [-]."

Mr. Yan said righteously: "Whoever engages in these bells and whistles is useless, it will be canceled after returning."

After he finished speaking, he paused, and Yan Heng said again:

"If you don't want to write it, don't write it. I'll tell them."

The little dean is already very busy every day, and it is a waste of rest time to write all these things.

Yan always felt that the little dean had time to write the report, so he might as well have a word with him.

In fact, most of the internship weekly report is just a formality, writing about what I have learned this week, what experience I have, and the team leader will not read it carefully when handing it in. It is really useless.

Pei Ji stopped typing when he heard this, and turned to look at Yan Heng:

"I'm going to sleep when I don't write."

Yan Heng instantly understood what Pei Ji meant.

I'm going to bed, you go now.

In the company, Yan Zong's expression changed, and he looked serious:

"Thinking about it carefully, the weekly internship report is helpful for you to check for omissions and fill in vacancies. It is beneficial and harmless to write it."