The wealthy young master is a money fan

The residents of Jiangchengyuan are either rich or expensive. Usually when you meet in the community, each of them looks like a dog than the other, and they always hold their hands up.

Everyone needs face. There are no small frictions between neighbors, let alone big quarrels.

There was a quarrel this night, and many houses around were lit up, and they were all people who got up to eat melons in silence after being woken up.

Even Yan Heng was woken up by the commotion outside, and when he came out to take a look, he immediately saw Pei Ji standing by the flower bed watching.

Feeling the coldness of the night, Yan Heng was afraid that Pei Ji would catch a cold, so he casually took a coat of his own and came out.

There was floor heating in the room, Pei Ji wanted to see what was going on outside, so he came out without his coat on, and he was wearing an off-white loose sweater.

Around his neck was a thick gray scarf woven by Pei Qian's ingenuity, covering half of his face.

Others look black in white, but when it comes to Pei Ji, it makes him almost whiter than the snow on the ground.

It's good that Yan Heng didn't mention it, but Pei Ji really felt a little cold when he mentioned it, so he didn't refuse his coat.

Yan Heng helped him tidy up the scarf around his neck, saw his hands that were red from the cold outside, held his hands with both hands, and rubbed them lightly: "Why are you standing outside and being woken up?"

After getting along for a long time, when it comes to Yan Heng's occasional physical contact, Pei Ji is no longer as resistant to contact as he was at the beginning of their acquaintance.

No longer stiff body, pale face full of resistance.

Every time Yan Heng made contact, his movements were quite natural and calm, starting from approaching, hooking his fingers, touching his shoulder...

He groped slowly step by step, constantly testing Pei Ji's bottom line, and stopped resolutely every time before the other party felt uncomfortable.

Yan Heng has mastered Pei Ji's critical point proficiently, he knows what it means to accept as soon as it's good, and he can't eat hot tofu in a hurry.

This step-by-step approach is obviously very effective for Pei Ji.

The movement of covering his hands, Yan Heng seemed to have rehearsed it a hundred times in his mind, so proficiently.

Pei Ji also unknowingly got used to his approaching. After being warmed by him for a few minutes, he flexed his fingers and moved his cold left hand. His expression was still calm: "It's too noisy."

Feeling Pei Ji's subtle movements, Yan Heng put his hand into the pocket of the coat he was wearing, and then let go of his hand.

After finishing all this with a calm expression, Yan Heng looked at the noisy crowd in front of him, and said slowly: "I just called the property manager, but this attitude probably won't subside for a while."

Standing here for a while, Yan Heng has already pieced together the reason for the quarrel from the few words of the group of quarrels: the person who smashed the car angrily just now followed his wife to catch the adulterer this night.

Then he caught him, not to mention, he hadn't thought of the person his wife cheated on, his good brother--Second Brother.

He was cuckolded by his good brother,

My good second brother, who I regard as my own brother, got on the person next to me behind my back, and when I was furious and sad, the man who lost control of his emotions began to smash things.

'Second Brother''s million-dollar luxury car was the first among them. Under the violence, the glass of the car almost shattered to the ground.

The man brought friends to catch rape, many of whom also knew the second brother, and they were caught between the two ends, not to mention the embarrassment, but also to persuade them to fight.

In addition, those who felt that the second brother's matter was unreasonable also criticized him, and the man's wife was sobbing and begging for mercy, and the scene was noisy for a while.

I don't know when this farce will subside.

Apparently Pei Ji thought so too, frowned and looked up.

Looking over the flower platform, Pei Ji could see the crowd entangled and shoved ahead.

All the voice-activated lights in the community turned on under such a big commotion, and the front of the villa was brightly lit.

With so many people watching at night, the woman felt ashamed, angry and embarrassed, and recovered from the panic and tension of being caught cheating on the bed.

The woman began to beg bitterly, holding her husband's arm, telling him to go back and talk about something.

Seeing this, the furious man became even more angry:

"Are you still trying to cover him?"

"At this point, what should I say when I go back, what else can I say, you are all shameless, what face do I want?!"

On a snowy night, the woman was only wearing a thin and airy bathrobe, and the second brother next to her was even wearing only a pair of trousers. He was shirtless and blushing, arguing with the man: "Can you speak well? What is shameless? Keep your mouth clean." a little!"

Hearing the words, the man finally couldn't bear it anymore and punched him up, cursing while beating: "Fuck you, you fucking slept with my wife and let me clean my mouth, I'll clean your mother, second uncle!!"

Instead of smashing things and beating people, the crowd exclaimed one after another, fighting to help beat people, and women's begging and crying, making a mess.

When the property owner arrived late, Pei Ji looked away in a low mood.

The upper class circle is also chaotic, and everyone knows it well, but it is rare to expose family ugliness to the public.

Yan Heng was the same as everyone else, he just watched the fun, saw Pei Ji's appearance, and asked, "Are you going back?"

Pei Ji nodded slightly, and at that moment, that 'Second Brother' yelled: "Shu Ling didn't like you at first, but you insisted on marrying her and oppressing her with money, and now she wants to be nice to me!"

Shuling was obviously the man's wife.

The words of 'Second Brother' were tantamount to adding fuel to the flames. The man let out a roar, and kicked him in spite of everyone's obstruction.

Pei Ji, who was about to drive, paused when he heard these words, and stopped.

Seeing this, Yan Heng rolled his long and narrow Danfeng eyes, and joked with a smile:

"Don't worry, my brother won't force you to be nice to me. A twisted melon is not sweet."

No matter how much he likes it in his heart, Yan Heng will not force Pei Ji to do something he doesn't like.

He won't, and he doesn't want to.

Yan Heng's lazy and laughing voice, with a slight rise in the end of the tongue, was obviously a good word, but it was so dishonest.

Taking off his coat and returning it to Yan Heng, Pei Ji raised his eyelids and looked at him: "No one can force me, but..."

Pei Ji looked at Yan Heng fixedly, and calmly finished the second half of the sentence: "...the twisted melon is sweet or not, you can only know if you taste it."

Pei Ji is different from the gentlemanly Yan Heng.

What he likes, even if he can't get it temporarily, he will try to get it.

Even if it is a twist.

After leaving such a sentence, Pei Ji went back to the house without looking back.

Yan Heng stood on the spot holding the jacket that still had a little body temperature in his arms, and he was stunned for a second before he realized it, and laughed lowly.

The little dean's words are too ambiguous.

It's like... hooking myself to twist this melon by force.

After Pei Ji entered the room, she saw that Pei Qian was indeed awakened by the noise outside, and she was going out of the room to get water.

Pei Qian rubbed her eyes, and vaguely called her brother:

"Brother, is anyone arguing outside?"

You can't tell a child like Pei Qian about things between adults, so Pei Ji fooled her a few words, brought her a glass of moderate temperature water, and asked her to go to bed early after drinking it.

I don't know if she was woken up, but Pei Qian held the cup while drinking water, stared at Pei Ji for a few times, then turned her head three times, and went upstairs without saying anything: "Brother, go to bed early, too."

Pei Ji only thought that Pei Qian was young, and when she heard the quarrel, she said 'hmm', but didn't take it to heart.

Going back to the room and sitting down in front of the computer, the screen of Pei Ji's phone next to him lit up, and he took it over to look at it, and saw a message from Yan Heng: [I regret it, and I want to taste the sweetness of the twisted melon too] sweet. 】

[Little brother, can you give me a chance to taste it? [Shy] [Shy]]

Pei Ji responded with a string of ellipses.

The corners of Yan Heng's lips on the other end of the phone were raised, his slender fingers seemed to be playing the piano on the keyboard, and he typed slowly: [Otherwise, you can try me. 】

[Although it's not a twist, it's sweet. 】

Yan Heng almost typed out the Internet catchphrase - "Choose me in love, I'm super sweet" and stick it on Pei Ji's face.

In the middle of the night, Pei Ji still had a thesis to write, so he was obviously not interested in eating melons, so he sent Yan Heng's usual little yellow round face with rolled eyes: [It's getting late, go to sleep. 】

Yan Heng: [Really don't you want to try it? 】

【Miss this village...】

Seeing the message behind Yan Heng, Pei Ji's eyes moved, and the other party sent another voice over.

Pei Ji put the phone to his ear and turned it on. The next second, Yan Heng's smiling voice rang in his ear: "No, I've been here all the time, you can't miss it."

The fingers holding the phone tightened, and Pei Ji kept listening to the voice for several seconds before putting down the phone.

Pei Ji didn't reply to Yan Heng's message. He put his phone down and put his hands on the computer. After typing two lines of papers expressionlessly, he suddenly pursed his lips and rubbed his ear with the back of his hand.

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