Was taken away by seniors after breaking up

The food was finished, Pei Yan finished eating, but Zheng Lan's hand seemed to be moving, Pei Yan didn't urge him, he cleaned up his side and went to read the documents, but one hand always liked to rest on Zheng Lan's hand. Pinch the back of the neck.

If you feel irritable while watching, you will have more strength; if you are engrossed in watching, you will just hang on.

Zheng Lan likes such unconscious intimacy very much, and instead leans closer to him.

Almost finished eating, Zheng Lan bit her spoon to pack her things, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a person came in hastily.

The three of them didn't move for a moment.

"Why didn't you knock on the door?" Pei Yan's posture remained the same, but his voice was very deep.

"Boss Pei, I'm sorry, this document is urgent, and I need your signature immediately before sending it on." The assistant lowered his head and shook the folder in his hand.

Zheng Lan was so ashamed that there was no room for it, she was about to stand up and give way first, but Pei Yan pushed her back with one hand, took out a piece of paper and pasted it on his face, and even wiped it off for him.

"This is my assistant, why panic?"

Zheng Lan's lips were rubbed red, and she seemed to be frightened, she was in a daze, and did not stop Pei Yan from touching him.

After wiping, the paper was rolled up and thrown away. Pei Yan suddenly regretted it and wanted to say to Tang Du, "I blamed you, it's good to have a son."

Pei Yan beckoned, and the assistant ran over to hand over the documents.

No problem, Pei Yan signed it.

Zheng Lan was still sitting beside him tidying up the lunch box, and the assistant didn't dare to look up.

Closing the pen, Pei Yan pushed the document over, emphasizing it again: "When you enter my office, remember to knock on the door, don't follow the group of people outside and learn how to bluff."

The assistant apologized repeatedly before turning around and leaving, this time closing the office door firmly.

"I was seen by your assistant, what's the matter?" Zheng Lan asked.

"What's the matter?" When Pei Yan looked at him, he had already packed his things.

"Then I won't disturb your work, I'll go first." Zheng Lan stood up and packed away his remaining instant noodles.

Like a little daughter-in-law.

Pei Yan couldn't hold back and dragged him back. Zheng Lan sat on his lap, staring at the door carefully, pushed him, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I think you look like my wife."

Zheng Lan blushed at what he said, and asked in a low voice, "Do you have one? I like it."

The two of them put their heads together, and Pei Yan pinched his waist, "Aren't you chasing after your husband?"

Zheng Lan couldn't say such rascally words, she only knew she was shy, and hearing the footsteps outside the door, she felt frightened all the time, lowered her head and pressed a kiss on Pei Yan's lips, jumped up and said, "I'm really Got to go."

Pei Yan shrugged, sat down, looked at him, and said before, "Your forehead can be fine, don't cover it all day."

Before he finished speaking, Zheng Lan raised her hand to block it again, and ran away with something in one hand.

cut.

I just couldn't bear him.

The scar disappeared after nearly a week. On the morning when it fell off, Zheng Lan was on the phone with the people in the sales department. He still wanted to see the house once, and it was basically finalized.

But there is one tricky thing, his registered permanent residence is with Song Meiqing.

After coming out of the sales department, Zheng Lan called Song Meiqing.

Since Zheng Lan went abroad after the death of his grandmother, and when he came back to work, the number of times he contacted his family was very small, and he would only find time to go back during the Spring Festival.However, Song Meiqing and Zheng An had divorced the year Zheng Lan graduated because of a breakdown in their relationship.

It took a while for Song Meiqing to answer Zheng Lan's call. She sounded a little busy, and the surrounding voices were very chaotic.

Zheng Lan called her mother first, "I'm going to buy a house, is the household registration book at home?"

After Song Meiqing listened, she didn't speak immediately, as if she had walked out the door, and the other end of the phone became quiet.

"Are you going to buy a house there?" Song Meiqing asked.

Zheng Lan wasn't sure about her emotions, so she simply hummed.

"When I was working, I had to leave home, but now I have to leave when I buy a house?"

Zheng Lan said calmly, "You didn't want to see me in the first place."

"Then you wish to see Pei Yan," Song Meiqing said harshly, "Don't think I don't know why you are going there."

Both ends were quiet for a while, Zheng Lan looked at the noisy street, and said slowly: "Even without him, I will leave."

Song Meiqing paused, and then said after a while: "The household registration book is at home, go find it yourself, if you don't want to come back, leave the key on the table."

She didn't hang up the phone, and asked again, "When will you be back?"

Zheng Lan thought of the day when the clerk asked him when he would sign the contract, which he saw on the desk calendar.

"I'll come back after spending his birthday with him."

Song Meiqing reacted for a brief moment, and hung up the phone almost immediately.

The screen went black, Zheng Lan didn't pay much attention, took the car and drove to Bai Hao's house.

Passing through the business district on the way, at the intersection of traffic lights, a watch shop is advertising on a large screen outside.

Zheng Lan stepped on the accelerator, but turned at the intersection, walked into the shopping district, parked the car and walked into the store.

Standing in front of the counter, he asked the hospitable clerk: "Can I see the one advertised at the door?"

The memory of Pei Yan's birthday is not very good. Zheng Lan brought out a gift box from the store, and Zheng Lan couldn't help but want to hear his voice.

So he dialed the phone in the car, Pei Yan picked up and asked him what's the matter, Zheng Lan faltered and couldn't make it up.

The more you can't make it up, the more suspicious it is. Pei Yan closed the pen cap with a snap, and Zheng Lan said, "Your birthday is coming soon."

Dazed for a moment, Pei Yan clenched his fists, kicked his feet back, and turned the chair to the French window behind him.

There are tall buildings beyond tall buildings.

"I know," Pei Yan smiled, "Why mention this?"

"Will you invite many people that day?" Zheng Lan asked.

"Maybe," Pei Yan couldn't say for sure, "It depends on your mood?"

Zheng Lan knew that Pei Yan was probably doing it on purpose, so she didn't go along with him, nor was she angry with him, instead she asked, "Can you take me with you?"

The finger was touching the edge of the table once and for a while, but now there is no movement at all.

Pei Yan cleared her throat, "Why did I take you?"

Playing pitiful is the most effective, Zheng Lan said: "I want to say happy birthday to you."

Pei Yan refused to answer, "You can also talk on the phone."

"That's not happy enough."

Pei Yan smiled and said to him: "The reaction is quick."

In the end, being pitiful, Zheng Lan asked, "Then can I go?"

"Go, who is stopping you?" Pei Yan sighed.

It's okay, no one planned to call at first, the two of them celebrated their birthday together, now Pei Yan had to call someone to make up the number.

Xiang Congyang asked him with a smile: "Don't you live with Dr. Zheng?"

Pei Yan plucked his hair irritably, and said to him, "Be more conscious after eating."

The time Pei Yan gave was in the evening, and Zheng Lan went to make cakes at the appointed cake shop in the afternoon.

This year he still wanted to send a cake he made himself, and finally wrote, but his hands were much more stable than a few years ago.

It is no longer crooked, and happy birthday can be written neatly.

He still only made simple designs and colors, and even used the same picture for reference.After wrapping it in her hand, Zheng Lan stepped into the flower shop and bought a bouquet of the same roses.

The fresh bouquets were flown in from Ecuador, and even the fragrance is extraordinarily fresh.

The restaurant is not far from Pei Yan's house, and Zheng Lan took a taxi there, carefully guarding the cake box along the way.

At the door, he saw Tang Du's car, he brought the driver, and there was a person Zheng Lan had never seen in the back seat.

Tang Du got out of the car first, saw Zheng Lan, nodded to him, then reached into the car, and pulled out a thickly dressed boy.

The boy followed Tang Du's eyes and nodded to Zheng Lan.

Zheng Lan walked up, with flowers in one hand and cake in the other, and exchanged a few words with Tang Du.

Once when asked about the boy, Tang Du said for him: "His name is Yuan Xi, and he can't speak."

Zheng Lan was taken aback for a moment, and Yuan Xi spread out his palms to him, meaning if he needed his help to carry things.

Zheng Lan smiled and said no thank you.

The two walked into the private room first, followed by Zheng Lan.

Xiang Congyang had arrived early, and with Wan Han, he was chatting with Pei Yan for some reason.

Pei Yan was probably very happy to hear that, with a faint smile on his face.

When Zheng Lan walked over, he raised his head and saw the things in his hand first.

"Huahe... cake." Zheng Lan was carrying it, hesitating in speaking, when Pei Yan didn't pick it up for a long time, he was frustrated and wanted to put it on the table.

The cake was put away, and the flowers were snatched away by Pei Yan, who held them in his arms and took one of his hands.

Zheng Lan bent down and listened to Pei Yan's ear: "Aren't you stupid? You even sent flowers and cakes. Which hand hugged you when you took the things?"

There were people all around, but Zheng Lan was so teased that she blushed and rubbed her ear against Pei Yan's lips before standing up pretending to be okay, pulling the chair beside him and sitting down.

They are all very familiar people, and we chatted in just two or three sentences.

After all the dishes were served, they began to eat. Zheng Lan always served Pei Yan, but Wan Han poked his elbow and asked him to eat too.

The snacks on the table were oatmeal buns that Zheng Lan liked very much, only the last one was left, Pei Yan took it away and put it in Zheng Lan's bowl, and yelled at him: "Eat more yourself, how can you keep the birthday boy from drinking later? "

The Liuxin inside was very sweet, but not greasy. Zheng Lan ate it in two or three mouthfuls. When she was full, she looked up at Pei Yan in a daze.

After toasting Cong Yang with a glass of wine, he came back to his senses.

After several rounds of drinking, everyone was not considered drunk, but slightly drunk.

Without mentioning what else to do, a group of people came out of the restaurant and said they were leaving.

All the gifts for Pei Yan were put into the car, Xiang Congyang and Wan Han took a taxi on the side of the street, Pei Yan was still talking about work with Tang Du, Yuan Xi stood aside, Zheng Lan packed his things and walked over, asking him: "Is it cold?"

Yuan Xi smiled and shook his head, rubbed his hands, buried his face, stuffed his hands into his pockets, and finally raised his head to look at Zheng Lan with an embarrassed smile.

Zheng Lan still wanted to say a few words to him, but Pei Yan and Tang Du were over, and Tang Du came to hold them and bid them farewell.

Yuan Xi waved his hand, and the two got into the car.

Only Zheng Lan and Pei Yan were left standing on the side of the street. Pei Yan touched Zheng Lan's waist with his elbow, without looking at him, and asked, "What about you? How do you go back?"

Zheng Lan lowered his head and kept silent. He waited for a car to pass quickly in front of them before he hugged him and put his face on Pei Yan's clothes.

"I do not go……"

"Where don't you go? Sleeping on the street is fun, isn't it?" Pei Yan intentionally teased him and patted him on the back.

The heavy down jacket snapped, sank, and bounced back.

"I still have something to give you." Zheng Lan said sullenly.

"Then give it away now." Pei Yan stroked the hair on the back of his head.

"I can't deliver it now." Zheng Lan's heart thumped, she raised her face, "I will deliver it to your house."

"A gift or someone?" Pei Yan scratched the bridge of his nose, and Zheng Lan grabbed his finger.

"What are you doing on the side of the road?" Pei Yan frowned, and led the people inside, "Go to my house, go to my house, don't be unreasonable."

The two finally separated, and Zheng Lan followed behind him, laughing silently.

They were all drunk, so they could only call a substitute driver.However, the journey was short, and it took only a few minutes to arrive.

Pei Yan and Zheng Lan took the gifts from the car up together, but finally they ran out of flowers and cakes, Zheng Lan wanted to squeeze and take them away, but Pei Yan said to go up and put them away before coming down.

They also came down together, Pei Yan took the cake with one hand, Zheng Lan picked up the cake, and squeezed another person's hand into his palm, causing him to flinch from the cold.

"Why is it so cold?" Pei Yan squeezed.

"Not cold." Zheng Lan shook her head.

After entering the house, Pei Yan led Zheng Lan to the bathroom, rinsed his hands in hot water for a while, and wiped him with a dry towel.

He turned around to put the towel, and Zheng Lan hugged him from behind.

"You didn't drink much today? Why are you so sticky?" Pei Yan patted his hand and motioned him to let go.

But Zheng Lan didn't listen, and hugged her even tighter, pretending to be really drunk, and said, "Follow me to get the gift first."

Walking awkwardly, the two of them are really the same as what Zheng Lan said back then: they are like one person.

After reaching the living room, Zheng Lan let go of her hand and took out the watch she bought earlier.

Pei Yan said that he would give away such an expensive one, and reached out to take it, but Zheng Lan withdrew her hand to prevent him from touching it.

He looked into his face and took the watch out of the case.

"Driving by the store that day, I only wanted to buy it when I saw the advertisement, because it said that giving someone a watch as a gift is to share time with someone. We have lost some time, but in the future, I will make it up for you." Zheng Lan He lowered his head and put the watch on Pei Yan's hand, and touched the dial lightly.

Pei Yan raised her hand and didn't look at her watch, but Zheng Lan.

Looking at his hesitant and expectant eyes, he held him backhanded.

"And cake." Zheng Lan pointed to the table.

He trotted over and knelt down on the carpet, leaning against the tea table and unpacking the cake box.

Pei Yan walked over to pick him up, rubbed his knees, said nothing, and looked at the cake for a long time.

Zheng Lan leaned over and asked him, "Did you see anything?"

Pei Yan stroked his hair, "The writing looks better."

"How do you remember this..."

It's okay if you can't remember it, it's not a good memory anyway.Zheng Lan pulled out a candle from the cake pocket, inserted it, lit it, turned off the light, and asked Pei Yan to make a wish, but he suddenly asked, "Can cake shops all over the world make this style?"

Zheng Lan turned her head, held his face, and said, "The cake shop can't, but I can."

Pei Yan smiled, and when she lowered her head, their lips touched.

After a while, Pei Yan asked him: "Why didn't you say it before?"

"I was thinking about..."

Pei Yan kissed him again, telling him to stop talking.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-10-0617:44:36~2021-10-0716:13:10期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 piece of milk tea;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: nothing depends on a bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!