Was taken away by seniors after breaking up

A project team just sits at a table.

The three sat down next to each other, and the waiter brought out a new menu.

Zheng Lan asked Pei Yan to choose dishes, and Pei Yan picked out a few dishes, and then handed out the menu.

Finally freed from the pressure of the project, everyone chatted very enthusiastically.

After a while, the dishes came out, and one of them was boiled shrimp.

"Can you eat this abroad?" Zheng Lan asked in surprise.

"Rarely, but this restaurant has them. I used to have them by chance when I came over with friends." Pei Yan took two gloves.

The clerk didn't have enough gloves, and by the time Zheng Lan realized that he was going to get them, they were gone.

He went to try other dishes first, and wanted to wait for the waiter to go this way, and then ask them to bring a few more.

Many of the dishes that Pei Yan ordered were Chinese-style, but what was rare was that they were all well-done.

After a busy morning, Zheng Lan was also hungry, and the chopsticks moved quickly. Bai Hao held the spoon and asked him if he wanted a bowl of soup. Zheng Lan nodded and handed the bowl over.

When I got back the soup bowl, I found that there were a few more shrimps dipped in sauce on my plate.

Zheng Lan looked around in astonishment, and Pei Yan put another shrimp into his plate.

"Thank you..." Zheng Lan said as she put one in her mouth.

The prawns were cooked just right, the meat was tender and the sauce was well seasoned.

"Delicious." Zheng Lan nodded.

"Just like it." Pei Yan glanced at him, which made Zheng Lan feel a little hot.

Then he lowered his head again, and his ten light-white fingers nimbly peeled off the shell of the shrimp.

Zheng Lan usually peels the shrimp, and thinks that the most difficult thing is to remove the shrimp thread, but it seems to be very easy here at Pei Yan, and the whole root can be pulled out with one pull.

When Pei Yan was placed here again, Zheng Lan asked, "How do you smoke shrimp? It's amazing."

However, Pei Yan really explained to him seriously, and even showed him a demonstration, but when Zheng Lan was eager to try, Pei Yan didn't let him go.

"It's not convenient to wash by hand when it gets dirty, and the shell is a bit hard."

A somewhat weird atmosphere rose between the two.

Zheng Lan withdrew his hand, and Pei Yan quietly peeled a few shrimps for him, then took off his gloves.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Zheng Lan asked him in astonishment.

"I don't really like fish and shrimp." Pei Yan took out a few pieces of paper and carefully wiped his fingers one by one.

He was very patient when he rubbed it, and his movements were as beautiful as his peeling shrimp. Zheng Lan was fascinated by it, and said after a while: "Oh..."

One meal was not enough for fun, so everyone went to ktv to sing songs for an afternoon.

Zheng Lan was pushed up by a group of people, but he has always been tone deaf. He chose a song by a famous foreign singer, and only after he sang the last line did someone say: "So it's really the same song. I thought Hua Guo had A different version."

It made everyone in the room laugh.

"Is this how you sing?" Pei Yan asked him with a smile, and Zheng Lan replied awkwardly: "Ah..."

"I said I can't sing well."

"But you are very brave." After Pei Yan finished speaking, Zheng Lan pushed him angrily. Pei Yan leaned over and reached out to pinch the back of his neck.

His eyes followed his fingers, and he seemed to float behind Zheng Lan for a while.

Both of them drank alcohol, and their body temperature was a little high.

Zheng Lan supported the sofa with both hands, and suddenly lowered her head.

Pei Yan's fingers froze in mid-air, he hooked the corners of his lips, and quickly retracted them.

"It's the last song, Brother Pei, don't you want to sing one?" Bai Hao handed the microphone to his hand.

Zheng Lan thought that Pei Yan would refuse, but Pei Yan stood up and took the microphone away.

He sang Jay Chou's "Scent of Rice".

Zheng Lan shook the glass gently with one hand, and quietly listened to the whole song in the chorus of everyone.

On the way to the bar, Zheng Lan was at the end of the line and made a phone call.

His voice was not loud, and Pei Yan was only a little bit in front of him, so he could hardly hear him.

When Zheng Lan held the phone, her brows and eyes stretched out, showing a natural and gentle smile.

By the time he hung up the phone, he had already walked to the opposite side of the bar. The red light just turned on and everyone crossed the zebra crossing. He dropped a lot of teams.

"Come here." Pei Yan stood on the side of the road facing him, holding a freshly lit cigarette in his hand.He raised his hand and explained, "I thought you would take a while, so I smoked."

"It's okay..." Zheng Lan walked over and saw Pei Yan put out the cigarette in the trash can next to him.

The music in the bar was so loud that Zheng Lan wanted to cover his ears. Fortunately, everyone chose a corner for the convenience of chatting, and the sound was lower.

All the props for the game were prepared, and Zheng Lan was drawn into truth or dare as soon as she sat down.

The turntable is very large, with a total of four different grids, Truth, Dare, Drinking and Empty.

Everyone was obviously more interested in Pei Yan, the airborne senior, and let him come for the first time.

Pei Yan didn't refuse either, but fortunately he only switched to drinking.

A few rows of wine had already been poured out of small cups on the table, Pei Yan took the one close to her and drank it with her head raised.

It is a bit of a pity that everyone changed a target.

Pei Yan sat down next to Zheng Lan, and was called by a group of people to play Texas.

He asked Zheng Lan a question, and Zheng Lan said he couldn't, so Pei Yan played cards by himself.

Zheng Lan knew the rules of Texas, but he didn't play well. He watched a few rounds and felt that Pei Yan was really good.

Regardless of the big or small cards, he dared to gamble, and the expression on his face could not see any mistakes, making people afraid to fight with him.

There were several times when Pei Yan won the game with a very small hand. When others felt confident that his hand must be a small hand, he was only putting on a show, and then he was able to throw a big hand.

Texas is playing psychological warfare. Zheng Lan feels ashamed, but she is quite interested in watching it, and even asks Pei Yan: "How do you know what cards the opponent is holding?"

Seeing that he was interested, Pei Yan got up and gave up his seat. The two exchanged seats and got closer.

"Do you know the general rules? Try it yourself."

The first time Pei Yan just sat and watched without saying anything.

Zheng Lan imitated his style, but he didn't expect that everyone wouldn't like him, so he lost half of Pei Yan's win in one stroke.

"Come again." Pei Yan patted him on the shoulder lightly, and stuffed the cards into his hand without hesitation.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll lose everything?" Zheng Lan asked.

"Don't be afraid," Pei Yan smiled, "How much can you lose to me?"

It was as if Zheng Landuo had no skills.

"If I can't win, I can't lose?" Zheng Lan whispered.

When Pei Yan heard it, he was completely amused.

"That's fine, our family has a big career, and we can lose as you like."

Zheng Lan didn't talk to him, just focused on looking at the cards in his hand.

Second, he chose to quit. I didn't expect that he could win.

Zheng Lan sighed regretfully.

"How on earth do you count cards?" He asked Pei Yan.

"Seldom counts." This time Pei Yan accepted the cards dealt and asked Zheng Lan to come over and watch with him.

The cards that Pei Yan got were smaller than those held by Zheng Lan in the first two hands. Zheng Lan watched the changes on the field nervously, holding her breath.

In the end Pei Yan still won, Zheng Lan let out a sigh of relief, Pei Yan laughed at him: "Why are you nervous?"

Zheng Lan wanted to lean on the sofa, but he didn't expect him to sit too close to Pei Yan. When he fell down, the back of his head rested on Pei Yan's shoulder.

He was a little embarrassed for a moment, holding tightly on the edge of the sofa with both hands, but Pei Yan didn't seem to care much, and the hand he was leaning on folded back and brushed the broken hair on Zheng Lan's forehead.

"I really want to learn, I will teach you in the future."

Zheng Lan sat up straight, before letting go of the sofa with her fingers, she lowered her head and said, "Actually, I didn't think much about it..."

Pei Yan hummed and said nothing.