The wealthy young master is a money fan

Yan Heng and Pei Ji will return to Nanfeng City tomorrow, and Ross will also return to Italy. It is not impossible to find an interpreter now, but for the first cooperation, everyone is looking for auspiciousness, and the date and time of signing the contract are carefully selected Understand.

They have already searched for a new translator, but it will take some time to arrive, and it will definitely delay the scheduled time.

Pei Ji knew Italian, which was unexpected by everyone. Mr. Ross was also taken aback for a while, and then he was overjoyed, and opened his mouth to chatter again.

Pei Ji replied a few words, and then said to Yan Heng:

"Mr. Rhodes said that he has read the contract, but it is still in the fourth paragraph and the third paragraph of Article No. 20. He thinks that we need to talk again, and in terms of price, he hopes that we can raise it higher."

Yan's plans to order a batch of expensive raw materials from Ross Company this time. The demand is huge, and if the cooperation is happy, the two companies can reach a long-term cooperation in the future, so Ross will make this trip in person.

Yan Heng felt that Pei Ji was a treasure, and he would give himself a surprise from time to time. His baby was miserable. The little principal had a serious face, with a smile on his lips, and said, "You and Ross The gentleman said that the contract can be negotiated again, but this price is already the highest..."

With Pei Ji's help, the conversation between the two parties went smoothly, until the newly found professional translator rushed over.

When the translator came, the burden on Pei Ji's shoulders was instantly lifted. He is not a professional translator after all, and some terms in the contract are quite troublesome for him.

Pei Ji relaxed, and subconsciously took the cup at hand, only to find that there was no water in it when he picked it up.

After licking her dry lips, Pei Ji let go.

He acted as a temporary interpreter just now, talking more than he combined in a month. His throat was a little sore, and now it is even more uncomfortable.

"Drink this."

Sensing Pei Ji's movements, Yan Heng naturally handed him the cup in his hand, took his empty cup, and said softly, "It hasn't been touched."

Pei Ji is thirsty now, even if Yan Heng didn't make up the last sentence, he would still reach out for the water that was handed to him.

Seeing that Pei Ji picked up the cup to drink water without hesitation, Yan Heng's Danfeng eyes slightly curved slightly imperceptibly, and quickly turned away to look at Ross across the conference table.

Seeing that Yan Heng let Pei Ji use his own cup, Tang Xing's expression at that moment could no longer be described as dumbfounded.

But horror.

Although Yan Heng has no serious cleanliness, Tang Xing has been with him for so many years, and he has never seen him so 'generous', sharing a cup with anyone.

Boss Yan treats Pei Ji so well, is this the privilege of being able to speak Italian?

Is it too late for him to enroll in a class to learn Italian?

The director is not surprised, after all, he saw Yan Heng entered Pei Ji's room at night yesterday, so a cup is nothing.

Surfing all year round, he is also a person who has experienced strong winds and waves.

The two sides talked fairly smoothly. When the contract was finally signed and Yan Heng finished shaking hands, Mr. Ross turned his hand, turned to Pei Ji, and said something with a smile.

Thinking that Pei Ji didn't like being touched by others, Yan Heng just wanted to say no for him, when the little dean stretched out his hand calmly, and shook hands with Mr. Ross lightly.

Pei Ji said a few words to Mr. Ross politely, and when he let go of his hand, he glanced at Yan Heng's expression from the corner of his eye, and didn't take it seriously.

The cooperation was negotiated, and there was a small celebration reception in the evening. Mr. Ross smiled heartily and said that he would definitely attend on time.

The two parties bid farewell and went back to their respective hotels to rest.

On the way back to the hotel, Pei Ji and Yan Heng were still in the same car.

In the back seat, Yan Heng saw Pei Ji's left hand placed between the two of them, and the image of Pei Ji shaking hands with Ross just now appeared before his eyes again.

Yan Heng was very puzzled, why Pei Ji could shake hands with Luo Zi who met on the first day as if nothing happened, didn't he resist skin contact?

While being puzzled, Yan Heng also felt unwilling

After knowing each other for so long, he hasn't held the hand of the little dean yet!

Thinking of this in his heart, Yan Heng placed his right hand by his side on the seat following Pei Ji's appearance, and then... moved.

Yan Heng turned his head slightly and looked directly at the scenery outside the car window, without even looking at Pei Ji beside him, but his right hand was quietly and slowly moving towards Pei Ji bit by bit.

The director in the front seat saw Yan Heng's approaching hand from the rearview mirror, and then looked at his nonchalant face, the director: "..."

Yan Heng's hand moved carefully, and it didn't take long for his fingertips to feel a little cold. He paused for joy in his heart, and tentatively poked it lightly with his index finger, frowning secretly.

Why is it a bit hard?Which part of the dean's hand is this feeling?

Before Yan Heng could figure out where he had touched Pei Ji, the supervisor in the front seat saw that he had touched the body of the mineral water bottle without realizing it, so he couldn't bear to look directly at him, and slowly closed his eyes.

Their wise and powerful Yan Zong, why is he acting like a fool when talking about love?

Yan Heng was not stupid, his brain gradually returned to normal after a short period of excitement, this touch really didn't feel like the little dean's hand.

Frowning secretly, Yan Heng turned around pretending to be calm, and saw that the place where the little principal's hand was originally placed had turned into an unopened bottle of water at some point.

Yan Heng: "..."

The upward arc of Yan Heng's lips froze, and he subconsciously raised his eyes to look at Pei Ji, just in time to catch the sly smile in the other's eyes that had succeeded in a prank.

The smile on Pei Ji's face was like a shooting star in the night sky, and it was fleeting. He quickly returned to his usual expression, and asked Yan Heng calmly, "Do you want a drink?"

Yan Heng was still reminiscing about Pei Ji's rare agility just now. Although he didn't hold his little hand, he didn't feel a pity in his heart. Following Pei Ji's words, he picked up the bottle of water that he had poked, and kept smiling: "You still understand me .”

Unscrewing the bottle cap, Yan Heng raised his head slightly, his protruding Adam's apple rolled up and down, Pei Ji stared at him twice, then looked away as if nothing had happened.

For the rest of the journey, neither of them spoke again, but Yan Heng turned his head to look at Pei Ji from time to time, guessing in his heart what the little dean meant just now.

Did the little dean sense his thoughts, so he deliberately covered his hands with mineral water?

If yes, is this a rejection?So what does the smile he saw mean?

Yan Heng, whose brain has always been running at a high speed, rarely got stuck, and was not sure what Pei Ji's attitude was until he arrived at the hotel.

The heart of the little dean, the needle of the sea.

Pei Ji didn't care how entangled Yan Heng was, got out of the car and went back to the room directly, without even giving Yan Heng a chance to speak.

……

The evening celebration will be at six o'clock in the evening, because for the two groups of Yan Heng, Pei Ji and Mr. Ross, Manager Zhao booked a small banquet hall, and there are violin and piano players, and the atmosphere is created.

The essence was a gathering where everyone ate, drank, chatted and relaxed, and everyone was not so restrained. After toasting Yan Heng, they went to eat, drink and blow water.

Yan Heng went to the bathroom on the way, and when he came out, he subconsciously searched for the figure of the little dean in the venue, and then in the dessert area, he found Pei Ji chatting with Mr. Ross. Seeing Ross's face full of smiles, it seemed The two chatted happily.

Seeing the appearance of the two of them, it seemed that they were discussing the little cake in Pei Ji's hand.

Yan Heng pursed the corners of his lips, and walked towards the two of them.

In the distance, the director saw Yan Heng's figure, and then looked at Pei Ji who was "talking and laughing" with Mr. Ross, and said "oh shit" in his heart

The vinegar jar was turned over and caught on the spot.

Mr. Ross is not very old. According to the information, he is 37, but because of proper maintenance, he has blond hair with dark blue eyes, deep eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and a chiseled face that looks about [-] years old.

It's Gao Fushuai that's right.

Here, Mr. Ross tried his best to convince Pei Ji that although Heiqiao is bitter, its taste level is much better than that of ordinary chocolate, it is not so sweet and greasy, and it tastes better.

Seeing Yan Heng approaching, Mr. Ross' eyes lit up, and he smiled and greeted him in English.

Mr. Rhodes' English is better than Chinese, and he can barely communicate, but he is still far from fluent communication.

Following his gaze, Pei Ji turned around and saw Yan Heng walking over with a smile on his face.

Pei Ji stepped aside to make room for Yan Heng and Ross to communicate face to face.

Yan Heng's English is very good. After talking to Ross briefly, he noticed Pei Ji moving away, and his heart almost spit out a mouthful of old blood

You were fine just now, but you have been so far away since I came here, can I eat people or something?

Roz, who met for the first time, how do I treat you?You shook hands and chatted with me again.

Thinking of this, Yan Heng felt a little sore in his heart, and then calmly looked at Ross who was in a suit and leather shoes opposite him. The vigilance in his heart was only relieved when he saw the ring on the other's ring finger.

Yan Heng had a perfect smile on his face, as if he was specially taking care of Mr. Rhodes, who was not good at English, and complimented his ring beautifully word by word.

Mr. Ross barely understood, raised his hand and shook them at them, with a proud face, he stumbled and said that it was designed by his wife, who is a jewelry designer.

When he got excited, Mr. Ross spoke English mixed with Italian, Pei Ji understood everything, Yan Heng couldn't hear it, so he raised his hand and pulled Pei Ji's clothes, turned to look at him: "Little Dean , I don’t understand, can you translate for the translator?”

Yan Heng's tone sounded inexplicably aggrieved.

Pei Ji looked down at Yan Heng's hand that was lightly tugging at his clothes, but didn't say anything, and acted as an interpreter for him.

Without Pei Ji saying anything, Yan Heng calmly held on to the man's clothes. Mr. Ross' eyes drifted away from the two of them, and finally he was blessed with an expression of "so that's the case" on his face.

Foreign countries are relatively open. Mr. Ross has a wide range of knowledge and has seen a lot. He has a rough guess about the relationship between the two in his heart, and he doesn't think there is anything wrong.

After chatting for a few words, Mr. Ross' secretary came and leaned over and whispered something in his ear, and he smiled and said that he had to leave beforehand.

After walking two steps, Mr. Ross stopped suddenly, turned his head and said something in Italian to the two of them sincerely.

Pei Ji was taken aback when he heard the words, looked at him, Mr. Ross winked at him playfully, turned around and left without waiting for anyone to answer.

It was his secretary who turned to look at Pei Ji and Yan Heng curiously.

Looking into the secretary's eyes, Pei Ji: "..."

Yan Heng didn't understand, so he looked at Pei Ji:

"Little Dean, what did Mr. Ross say?"

Pei Ji glanced at Yan Heng, his eyes flickered slightly, and he was silent for two seconds before slowly speaking: "...it's nothing."

Yan Heng naturally didn't believe it: "Is there nothing like your expression?"

Yan Heng realized for the first time how important it is to master a foreign language, and regretted not learning Italian.

"It's really nothing." Pei Ji obviously didn't want to talk about this issue anymore, walked around Yan Heng, picked up a glass of yellow orange juice on the table and took a sip.

Pei Ji moved so fast that Yan Heng didn't have time to stop him. Before he could say 'wait a minute', the other party had already taken a few swigs.

After drinking, Pei Ji frowned slightly, picked up the wine glass and looked at it:

"Why does this orange juice taste wrong? Is it broken?"

Yan Heng: "..."

Seeing Pei Ji's bewildered look, Yan Heng was helpless and amused for a moment:

"Who told you it was orange juice?"

Pei Ji who was holding the cup turned to look at him, his eyes were a little confused: "Isn't it orange juice?"

Yan Heng came over and took the glass away from his hand, helpless at his reckless behavior: "Which house do you see will have orange juice at the reception?"

Pei Ji reacted belatedly, and stared at the wine glass in a blink of an eye:

"liquor?"

But this taste is not as bad as he imagined, it is quite sweet.

Yan Heng: "This is a specially prepared cocktail. Although the taste is not as exciting as wine, it has a lot of stamina. Do you feel any discomfort?"

Pei Ji shook his head: "No."