The wealthy young master is a money fan

The specially blended wine is colorful and there are many types. Judging by the naked eye, Yan Heng doesn't know how strong the cup Pei Ji is drinking, but judging from his calm reaction, he thinks it should not be too high.

Yan Heng summoned the waiter and asked him to prepare a glass of watermelon juice to hangover, then turned to look at Pei Ji, with a rare and severe tone: "Next time you go out, don't drink drinks with unknown ingredients."

With the appearance of the little dean, if he drank unconsciously outside in the future and had no acquaintances by his side, the consequences would be disastrous.

Yan Heng believes that it is necessary for the simple-minded little principal to realize that today's society is dangerous, and he should not take it lightly when he is outside.

Pei Ji smacked the taste just now, and except for a hint of spicy throat, he didn't feel anything else.

Just a few sips of wine.

Seeing Pei Ji's nonchalant appearance, Yan Heng sighed, remained silent for two seconds, and changed the subject: "What were you chatting with Mr. Ross just now so happy?"

Pei Ji put a small piece of coconut milk soft cake on the plate, remembering what Mr. Ross said before leaving, she shook her head: "It's nothing."

He is the only one on their side who can communicate in Italian, and Mr. Ross had a few conversations with him just now.

Mr. Ross praised Pei Ji's beautiful pronunciation and asked if he had been to Italy, and invited Pei Ji to travel to Italy.He must have treated him well.

Seeing that he was unwilling to disclose, Yan Heng raised his eyes and looked at him:

"I just found out today that you speak Italian."

Yan Heng read Pei Ji's resume carefully, and there was no Italian language.

Pei Ji scanned the row of food, and said casually, "It's not important."

Yan Heng noticed that everyone was busy socializing, only Pei Ji didn't communicate with the people around him very much, and stared at the food intently.

After picking something good, I found a place to sit down and eat seriously.

Seeing that Pei Ji's expression and demeanor were the same as usual, and those few sips of wine had no effect on him, Yan Heng was completely relieved, took a glass of wine, walked over and sat down beside him.

Pei Ji had already finished the medicine prescribed by the doctor, and his throat was almost healed. He had so many scruples about eating, so there was still a plate of seafood in front of him, with a king crab on top.

Yan Heng wanted to help Pei Ji open the crab, but Pei Ji refused his help and opened it himself wearing gloves.

Yan Heng found that although Pei Ji's action of removing crabs was not standard, it was clean and neat without any waste.

While eating, Pei Ji felt a little hot, so he raised his hand to loosen his neckline.

After chatting with Mr. Ross for a few words and then coming back, Yan Heng saw that Pei Ji had unbuttoned one of his shirts, poking the cake on the plate with his empty crab legs with a sullen face.

Yan Heng looked at the cake poked like a honeycomb, and said:

"If you don't want to eat, don't eat."

Pei Ji poked the cake intently without answering.

After Yan Heng sat down, he asked a few more questions, but Pei Ji still didn't answer, as if the horrible cake in front of him had some magical charm that made him unable to look away.

Yan Heng couldn't help being surprised, he looked at Pei Ji twice more, and then he found that the expressionless little dean was a little different from before.

Yan Heng, who was originally leaning on the back of the chair in a leisurely posture, couldn't help but straighten his back and look at Pei Ji, with a somewhat uncertain tone: "Principal?"

Pei Ji, who was about to reach out to the second cake, paused after hearing his words, then turned her head slowly, staring straight at Yan Heng with her big eyes.

Seeing his unresponsiveness, Yan Heng's heart skipped a beat, and he stretched out his index finger and shook it in front of his eyes: "Little Dean, how much is it?"

Pei Ji stuttered clearly, and answered without hesitation: "One."

Yan Heng withdrew his hand, making sure that Pei Ji was really drunk.

As usual, the little dean would never answer such naive and boring questions, let alone answer them with such a serious expression.

Under the light, Pei Ji's face was as white as jade, not red, Yan Heng looked at it for a while, there was nothing unusual about Pei Ji's face, it was absolutely impossible to see that he had drunk alcohol.

It has been more than half an hour since Pei Ji drank those few sips of wine, Yan Heng did not expect his reflex arc to be so long, and it took so long to react.

Putting away the dishes in front of Pei Ji, Yan Heng pointed to his nose and asked, "Do you still remember who I am?"

Pei Ji: "Yan Heng."

Amused by Pei Ji's pronunciation in a perfect round accent, Yan Heng read out his own name from his mouth, feeling a little happier, and asked again: "Who are you?"

Yan Heng's question was too strange, even if Pei Ji was drunk, he didn't answer, but gave him a puzzled look, the meaning in his eyes

You are a fool and I am not.

The taciturn Pei Ji was very quiet when he was drunk, and he didn't make a fuss. Before Yan Heng came, he sat here alone poking the cake. When Yan Heng came, he just stared at Yan Heng.

Yan Heng felt that the little dean looked limp when he was drunk, and when those eyes stared at him, he had the illusion that he was the only one in the other's eyes, which made his heart flutter.

It was the first time that he didn't change his face when he saw someone drunk.

Itching in his heart, Yan Heng wanted to raise his hand to snort Pei Ji's hair, but he held back, not taking advantage of him when he was drunk.

The time was almost up, Yan Heng didn't feel relieved to let him stay alone with Pei Ji like this, so he asked Tang Xing to drive them back to the hotel.

Pei Ji behaved naturally, if he hadn't insisted on walking in a straight line, Tang Xing wouldn't have noticed that he was drunk.

The space in the car is small, Pei Ji needs to catch a cold, but Yan Heng was worried that he would catch a cold due to the wind, so he only opened the window a little.

After getting into the car, Pei Ji frowned uncomfortably with his legs bent, and moved around.

"uncomfortable?"

Seeing Pei Ji frowning, Yan Heng thought he had a headache because of the extremely long reflex arc.

After hearing what he said, Pei Ji frowned and turned to look at him, staring at Yan Heng for several seconds, finally seemed to confirm who he was, blinked, and slowly moved his legs...

Knowing that Pei Ji was drunk, Tang Xing, who was driving, was always paying attention to the movement behind him. When he passed an intersection and looked up in the rearview mirror, he found that Pei Ji, who was sitting upright, put his legs on his back at some point. On Yan Heng's lap.

Seeing the scene in the back seat clearly, the steering wheel in Tang Xing's hand was almost frightened: "Pei Ji, you—"

Even if you're drunk, you can't put your legs on your legs, and you haven't taken off your shoes, it's too... arrogant!

However, before Tang Xing could finish his sentence, Yan Heng glared at him, and the following words stopped abruptly, stuck in his throat.

Yan Heng lowered his voice: "Don't make noise."

Tang Xing was startled, glanced at Pei Ji who had already closed his eyes, and imitated Yan Heng's appearance and whispered: "Mr. Yan, why don't you sit in the front?"

Yan Heng shook his head, signaling Tang Xing to leave it alone and just keep driving.

Just now because of the discomfort of bending his legs, Pei Ji moved his legs and put them beside Yan Heng's side, and he was not satisfied until they were fully straightened.

Naturally, Yan Heng would not refuse a good thing delivered to his door, he let him let it go, and was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable, so he carefully moved it with his hands and padded him with a cushion.

After finishing everything, Yan Heng took out his phone, turned off the flash and volume, and took a few photos of the person.

Because of the posture, Pei Ji's trouser legs slid up a little bit, exposing a section of his ankle, and Yan Heng could see his protruding white ankle when he lowered his eyes.

Dazzlingly white.

His throat rolled up and down, Yan Heng held back his hand that wanted to take a picture, and helped Pei Ji's trousers down.

……

When he arrived at the hotel, Tang Xing quickly got out of the car and wanted to come over to help, but Yan Heng refused again without accident.

Yan Heng, who had never changed his position all the way, held Pei Ji's ankle, put his leg down gently, and said softly, "Pei Ji, wake up, we're here."

Pei Ji opened his eyes bewilderedly, seeing Yan Heng's eyes were completely dazed, and he let out an indistinct 'hmm'.

Coupled with his cute and sluggish appearance at this moment, the slightly rising ending sound, Yan Heng thought that this was going to kill him, but on his face he had a dignified and dignified look, his eyes became softer: "Get out of the car first, let's go back to the car." Sleep in the room again, good boy."

Tang Xing, who was listening to Yan Heng talking to Pei Ji in a coaxing three-year-old tone, had a complexion as wonderful as a palette, with the expression of seeing a ghost.

Pei Ji understood Yan Heng's words, rubbed his eyes, and got out of the car slowly.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, Pei Ji's expression changed. Under Yan Heng's worried eyes, he bent down and rubbed his legs, and said seriously, "Legs are numb, take it easy."

Tang Xing: "..."

Are you drunk and still know your legs are numb? !

If he didn't know Pei Ji's character, Tang Xing would have thought he was pretending to be drunk.

The little dean's cuteness is seriously over the limit today, Yan Heng saw his serious frown, couldn't hold back a chuckle, and asked, "Do you want to carry your back when your legs are numb?"

When Tang Xing saw Yan Heng's expression, he couldn't use horror to describe it. He began to doubt his life.

Back to back... Either there is something wrong with his ears, or Mr. Yan has been taken away!

Facing Yan Heng's extended hand, Pei Ji refused without hesitation:

"Do not."

Yan Heng, who was rejected, raised his eyebrows, regretfully withdrew his hand:

"why not?"

Pei Ji gave a serious look, with seriousness written all over his face: "I have legs myself."

After finishing speaking, Pei Ji paused, then stretched out two fingers, and added:

"There are two more."

As if to prove that he could walk, before Yan Heng could speak again, Pei Ji walked towards the hotel.

Still walking in a straight line, his figure is steady and steady, neither swaying nor sideways.

The smile in Yan Heng's eyes never dissipated, and he caught up with Pei Ji in two steps:

"Slow down, don't fall."

After hearing his words, Pei Ji reacted for two seconds, and then walked faster, proving that he would not fall.

Except for some abnormal behaviors, Pei Ji acted like a normal person. After getting into the elevator, he didn't make any noise, and stood obediently against the elevator. Even if Tang Xing wanted to help, he didn't know where to start.

After getting out of the elevator, Yan Heng asked Tang Xing to go back to rest, and he sent Pei Ji back to the room.

Tang Xing glanced at Yan Heng who was leisurely and smilingly following Pei Ji, opened his mouth, and didn't say the sentence in his heart that 'Pei Ji doesn't seem to be seriously drunk, it seems that he doesn't need to send him off'.

When passing by his room, Pei Ji didn't look sideways, Yan Heng stretched out his hand to grab the clothes behind him, and pulled him back: "Here, it's over."

The caught Pei Ji took two steps back due to inertia, and hit Yan Heng's chest with his back.

Pei Ji didn't look back at Yan Heng, but looked up at the house number, and then nodded; "Well, it's right here."

Rubbing his chest that hurt a little from being hit by Pei Ji's shoulder blades, Yan Heng saw Pei Ji shaking the doorknob, smiled and reminded: "Little Dean, you need to swipe your room card."

Pei Ji turned around and reached out to him.

Meeting Pei Ji's eyes, Yan Heng tapped his palm:

"Not here."

Pei Ji felt itchy, withdrew her hand, raised her eyelids and gave Yan Heng a dissatisfied look.

The heart of the stared person softened, and he poked him in the face again like a prank: "It's useless to stare at me, and you haven't given me your own room card for safekeeping, so look for it on yourself."

Dodging Yan Heng's hand two beats later, Pei Ji began to touch his pocket according to his words.

After swiping the card and entering the door, Pei Ji turned around and saw Yan Heng coming in, and frowned again: "My room."

What are you doing in my room?

Yan Heng closed the door, went straight to the bathroom, and said:

"Yes, yes, your room."

Pei Ji followed Yan Heng step by step, and was caught by the other party and washed his face.

Yan Heng squeezed the toothpaste again, squinted his eyes slightly while holding the toothbrush, and looked at him with a smile: "Will you brush it yourself, or brother help you?"

Although he was asking, the eagerness in Yan Heng's eyes showed that he very much hoped that Pei Ji would choose the latter.

Pei Ji has never asked others to brush his teeth for him, even when he is drunk, he knows to do his own thing, so he opened his hands to Yan Heng: "Myself."

Yan Heng was a little regretful for missing an opportunity to help the little principal brush his teeth, but he still handed him the toothbrush.

While Pei Ji was brushing his teeth, Yan Heng folded his arms and leaned against the door frame, his eyes wandered around the suit he was wearing, his eyebrows raised, and he asked calmly, "Can you brush your teeth and take a bath by yourself?"

The author has something to say: Mr. Yan: Taking a bath is so difficult, you shouldn't be able to do it, right? [Anticipating face] Pei Pei: I can, thank you [Indifferent face]

President Yan: No, you can't [steps forward and covers mouth]