The wealthy young master is a money fan

Pei Ji was wearing black canvas shoes, and Yan Heng was wearing light-colored casual shoes worn by cats. Pei Ji stepped on them, and Yan Heng could imagine the footprints on the back of his shoes without moving them away.

After living for more than 20 years, there are not many people who can leave footprints on Yan Zong's shoes, but not many.

Pei Ji stepped on Yan Heng and didn't move from the beginning to the end, looking down at the phone slightly, without giving Yan Heng a single glance.

In the university class group, the class leader is sending out a notice saying that the elective courses of this semester can be rushed, let everyone count their own credits, and don't miss the elective courses with high credits and easy-to-talk teachers.

Clicking on the form issued by the monitor, Pei Ji suddenly felt his clothes being ripped.

Pei Ji glanced down, followed the hand to look at Yan Heng.

The foot that Pei Ji stepped on moved, but the owner of the foot had no intention of moving away, his eyes were fixed on Pei Ji, silently brushing his presence.

The corners of her lips moved upwards slightly, and then quickly returned to a blank expression. Pei Ji looked at Yan Heng: "What are you doing?"

Yan Heng saw that the little dean was pretending to be confused while pretending to be confused, moved towards him, tilted his head, and slowly approached him, and said in a volume that only the two of them could hear: "Little dean, you are dishonest. "

The two were already close to each other, with Yan Heng's movement, his knee moved forward and touched Pei Ji's leg.

Afraid that Pei Qian next to him would hear it, Yan Heng deliberately lowered his voice, his voice was low and languid, and Pei Ji could even feel the heat of his breath when he spoke.

The distance is too close.

Yan Heng crossed the safety line between Pei Ji and the others.

The moment Yan Heng approached, the unnatural stiffness in Pei Ji's eyes disappeared for a moment. He moved his eyes away from Yan Heng's leg next to his, and unconsciously exerted force on the fingers holding the phone, but maintained the original The posture did not move.

Yan Heng was surprised that Pei Ji didn't hide.

Stepping forward tentatively, Yan Heng was actually mentally prepared to meet Xiao Bing Cuang's eyes.

The force on his hand tightened and loosened, finally Pei Ji took a look at Yan Heng, moved his foot away without saying anything.

Yan Heng looked down and saw that there was indeed a shallow shoe print on the shoe.

Raising his eyebrows, Yan Heng looked at Pei Ji, with a slow smile in his eyes, so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off, and when he spoke, his tone was a little narrow and frivolous: "Little Dean, your shoe prints are quite beautiful. "

And it looks quite small, Yan Heng guessed that the little principal's feet would not exceed 39 yards.

Pei Qian, who was looking at the building outside the window through the glass, turned her head and looked down at Pei Ji's shoes, curious: "Shoe prints? Brother, what prints do you have on your shoes? Is it a flower?"

Pei Ji: "...No."

Yan Heng couldn't hold back a chuckle when he received Pei Jiruo's seemingly non-existent stare.

The look that Pei Ji gave over was like a cat with its nails clipped scratching you with its soft fleshy pads, light and without any deterrent force.

It's itchy, I want to lick the cat.

Yan Heng now also wants to squeeze the little dean in his arms.

Mr. Yan's wish of cuddling and cuddling is obviously impossible to realize at this time, but he can sense something else from Pei Ji's eyes.

The little dean looked at him now, and it seemed that he was not as emotionless as before.

The expression is also more vivid than when we first met, no longer like a pool of stagnant water.

Pei Ji didn't hide when he was approaching just now, and the two legs still seemed to be touching each other, Yan Heng was overjoyed: the plan to cover the ice has achieved initial results?

In a short period of time, Pei Ji didn't know what kind of inner journey the people around him had gone through, but he couldn't ignore the more and more hot gazes from the other side looking at him.

Pei Ji had no choice but to turn his head to look at Yan Heng, and silently asked him why he was staring at him like that.

Meeting Pei Ji's gaze, Yan Heng smiled at him.

Pei Ji: "..."

The man specified where he felt a little uncomfortable.

……

Everyone in the Angel's House was very happy to see Pei Ji, Pei Qian and Yan Heng. The children rushed up, and... pulled Pei Qian away.

The two adults, Pei Ji and Yan Heng, were 'arranged' to work, to blow up the balloons that will be used to decorate the scene at night.

A few minutes later, Yan Heng looked at the colorful balloons in front of him, and was silent for two seconds before looking at Pei Ji: "Use your mouth directly?"

With so many balloons, if you use your mouth, it will be a test of your lung capacity.

There is nothing wrong with blowing up balloons with your mouth, but used balloons are not within Yan Zong's acceptance range.

That's right, the balloon the staff asked the two of them to blow up was not new, but obviously used.

Come to think of it, according to Pei Ji's painting style, it's not surprising that balloons are recycled.

Yan Heng has no obsession with cleanliness, but looking at these balloons at this moment, he doesn't know what to do, thinking: Did someone else blow these balloons with their mouths before?

Seeing Yan Heng's tangled face, Pei Ji let out a light 'tsk' and frowned slightly, showing an expression of dislike or finding him troublesome, then got up and went to the side cabinet to look for it.

Pei Ji finally found two plastic hand pumps.

Reaching out to pick up the pump, Yan Heng heaved a sigh of relief, blinked at Pei Ji, and thanked him with a smile: "Thank you brother Zhaozhao."

Hearing Yan Heng's upbeat ending, Pei Ji paused for a moment before retracting his hand expressionlessly.

"Don't, don't, don't." Yan Heng held on to the pump and apologized repeatedly: "I was wrong, I was wrong."

Seeing Yan Heng like this, Pei Ji was about to let go of his hand when he heard the other party add:

"Then brother Zhaozhao?"

Pei Ji: "..."

Pei Ji stood sullenly, looked down at Yan Heng who was sitting, and saw that there was an undisguised smile in his eyes, it was obviously intentional, and he didn't want to give him the pump at all.

What Pei Ji didn't expect was that just as soon as his subordinates exerted force, he didn't expect that the other party exerted more force. Yan Heng held the end of the pump and pulled it hard.

Pei Ji didn't expect that Yan Heng would exert strength suddenly, not to mention that the pump was taken away, and his whole body was also unstable due to inertia, and he rushed forward!

In front of him was Yan Heng who was sitting.

Stumbling under his feet, Pei Ji's pupils shrank, and before he had time to react, he rushed towards Yan Heng.

The incident happened suddenly, and Yan Heng was sitting on a small plastic stool like the ones that children sit on. Originally, he sat with his hands and feet bound as a big man, but when Pei Ji's body fell down, he only had time to put his arms around Pei Ji's waist Protecting him, he was pushed back by the force, and fell directly on his back.

There was a sound of 'bang', accompanied by two gasps, Pei Ji and Yan Heng fell into a ball: Pei Ji was on top of Yan Heng, and he fell from top to bottom, so Yan Heng's face was just touching his body. At the junction of his neck and shoulders.

On his waist was Yan Heng's right arm, while the other's right hand was on his shoulder blade.

The small round stool that Yan Heng was originally sitting on was kicked to the side by someone's leg in a panic, and it was spinning around.

As for the pump that the two of them were fighting for just now, Yan Heng didn't know where it was thrown.

At this time, the two of them had their legs pressed against each other, and their chests were pressed against their chests. They had never been so inseparable.

Like a couple embracing each other.

This fall, the world is quiet.

With such a small height, the activity room was covered with carpets, and Yan Heng was protecting it underneath. Pei Ji didn't feel any pain from the fall, but his mind was still blank for several seconds.

After reacting, Pei Ji's first reaction was to pull his hand from the back of Yan Heng's head, and he was about to stand up with his hands on the ground.

However, he moved, but failed.

Because the hand on his waist was getting stronger and stronger.

Yan Heng hugged him and didn't let him get up.

Pei Ji pursed her lips and lowered her voice:

"let go."

Hearing this, Yan Heng not only didn't let go, but also pressed his back slightly with his hands, rubbing his head against the side of his neck.

Pei Ji was wearing a T-shirt, and because of his posture, a large area of ​​skin was exposed on his neck. With Yan Heng's movement, his hair just swept across his neck.

It's not prickly at all, it's just a little itchy, Pei Ji's expression changed after being rubbed by Yan Heng, and his body became more stiff.

The little dean took the initiative to 'throw himself into his arms', this is a great opportunity sent by heaven, Yan Heng naturally would not let it go, and began to play tricks, with a weak voice: "No, please don't move, I seem to have twisted my waist, it hurts."

Yan Heng didn't even write a draft when he said lies, his face didn't blush and his heart didn't beat, and he was weak when he said he was weak, and his tone sounded like that.

Pressed on Yan Heng's body, Pei Ji couldn't see Yan Heng's secretly smiling expression, thinking that his waist was really twisted, and immediately froze, fearing that he would get hurt even more.

Pei Ji grasped weakly with the hand that was supporting the ground, and then said with an imperceptible tension in his tone: "Don't move, let me get up first, so I don't touch your waist."

Don't touch me?Yan Heng thought to himself that this is not possible, so the strength in his hands did not decrease, and he continued to sell miserably: "No, you are pressing on my waist, and your movement is a secondary injury, it really hurts."

Hearing Yan Heng's pitiful voice, Pei Ji frowned even tighter, not daring to act rashly, trying to maintain a calm tone: "Then what should I do?"

You can't keep pressing like this.

"You wait for me to take it easy." Yan Heng took a deep breath pretending to be in pain, and said in a tone of trying to suppress the pain: "When I am not in so much pain, move as soon as I tell you to move."

After hearing this, Pei Ji was silent for two seconds, frowned, and finally said hello after a while.

The two of them maintained this position for another half a minute, Pei Ji's arms were a little stiff, and his legs moved tentatively.

However, as soon as he moved, Yan Heng, who was being pressed by him, began to cry out for pain aggrievedly, telling him not to move, his waist was stretched.

Yan Heng's complaining voice came from below:

"Little Dean, did you do it on purpose? It's like watching me hurt?"

Pei Ji: "...No."

Pei Ji had no choice but to keep it as it was.

After an unknown amount of time, Pei Ji couldn't bear it anymore, and asked again: "Are you still okay?"

Maybe because of working and exercising all year round, Pei Ji's waist is very thin, without a trace of excess fat around his waist, Yan Heng's arms can completely wrap around his waist.

This made Yan Heng truly feel that he was hugging the little dean he was thinking of.

It was the first time that Yan Heng was so close, and Yan Heng couldn't hug him enough for a while, so after hearing Pei Ji's words, he moved, and then exaggeratedly took a breath, and it took a while to 'resist the pain' and said: "No, twist It's too serious, and I don't know if it's a bone injury, and it may not get better in a while."

With Yan Heng's tone, people would believe that he hurt his spine.

Pei Ji couldn't see Yan Heng's expression, and didn't dare to move around. He didn't care about the closeness of the two of them at this time, so he could only use his back and arms secretly to prevent himself from pressing Yan Heng's waist and lighten his burden. .

Pei Ji: "How about calling someone to help?"

Without even thinking about it, Yan Heng shook his head without hesitation:

"No."

Fearing that his refusal would arouse Pei Ji's suspicion too quickly, Yan Heng added:

"The two of us fell like this, let outsiders see it, how embarrassing."