Paranoid academic gods are always poor

The banquet hall is resplendent and magnificent, the chandeliers are gorgeous and exquisite, the soothing and melodious piano sounds, the flowers are fragrant, and the cups and cups are intertwined.

Second floor lounge.

Unlike the hustle and bustle downstairs, this place is extremely quiet, except for the background sound coming from the phone.

The slender and fair fingers moved quickly on the screen, but the delicate eyebrows and eyes gave off a lazy and indifferent feeling.

The door was gently pushed open, and someone rushed to the sofa and shouted: "Young Master Song, you are not kind! I am helping you with work downstairs, but you are hiding here playing games?"

Song Ye kicked it away and quickly ended the game, "Go away, what do you want to drink?"

The Coke with ice was placed on the table, and water droplets slid down the side of the glass.

Zhao Jingming wanted to complain about the good young master, but he had a preference for common people, but he couldn't speak when he saw the other party's actions. The common people really couldn't drink Coke like Lafite.

"Have you really decided?"

"Huh?" Song Ye half-closed his eyes, and he didn't mind Zhao Jingming sharing the sofa with him when he was in a good mood.

"Although Meng Jia looks good, can you bear her personality?" Two days ago, the two of them went to the bar until the early hours of the morning. Today, Young Master Song suddenly said that he was going to get engaged. Zhao Jingming felt that all this was too unreal.

"Today is just an engagement."

Zhao Jingming: "Didn't you say you will get married next month?"

"Yes." Song Ye was a little bored and wanted to play another game.

"No, Young Master Song, Brother Ye! What exactly do you mean?" Zhao Jingming snatched his cell phone and insisted that he explain it clearly.

"Tsk." After drinking the Coke, Song Ye shook the ice cubes in the glass, "Just get married, what's the point?"

The guests were almost here, and Song Ye followed Young Master Song, holding a glass of champagne and smiling like a dog, and wearing a slim suit wrapped around his usual idleness. At first glance, he looked like a young talent, and the elders were full of praise .

The Song family lost its previous grandeur in the past two years, but as the most beloved young master, the engagement banquet was still organized according to the highest standards. The guests were amazed when they saw it, but there were also envy.

"It can only support the facade. It is said that the Song family's capital chain is broken, so they are in a hurry to get married."

"I heard...it was written by the Pei family."

"What does that mean? It's hard for Mrs. Song to turn around now."

"I know something about this. Young Master Song provoked Young Master Pei for some reason. After all, he is a member of the Pei family. His methods are so hoarse—why are you pinching me?"

"You even invited Mr. Pei?!"

The Pei family has a big business, and the youngest of the Pei family is even more popular. When he first appeared, a group of people surrounded him, but Pei Shihai ignored them and walked towards Song Ye.

"Young Master Song, congratulations."

Seeing Pei Shihai, Song Ye frowned, "Who let you in?"

"Oh? You don't welcome me? But your father-in-law is so happy to see me laughing." Mr. Meng was the first to flatter me just now, and Pei Shihai pretended to be puzzled and said it full of sarcasm.

"I'll be happy if you get out."

Song Ye felt his fist itch a little, and someone suddenly pressed his shoulder.

Eldest Young Master Song greeted him politely and distantly, "Your visitor is a guest, Young Master Pei, please do as you please."

Song Ye couldn't hide his irritability, "Mouse droppings can ruin a pot of porridge."

"Ono, father is looking for you."

Young Master Song knew his brother's character, and if he stayed any longer, he might mess up the banquet.It's a pity that someone came here to pick things up, and there was no way to hide.

"It seems that the Song family's way of hospitality is not very good. I thought that Young Master Song would be more mature when he got engaged, ah no, why did I forget that Young Master Song went to an unreputable university, otherwise he wouldn't lose one after another. project."

Pei Shihai blatantly put on an appearance of "I'm here to provoke trouble", confident.

Song Ye sneered, but he was not in a hurry to leave, "Brother, go and do your work, I will treat Young Master Pei well."

Eldest Young Master Song was worried, and told in a low voice: "Be patient today and don't cause trouble."

Song Ye rolled his eyes around, but said nothing.

He doesn't cause trouble, unless someone makes trouble.

"Let's go, Young Master Pei, I'll take you to the VIP seat so that you can see clearly."

Song Ye's original intention was to put the human room under his nose, and solve the situation as soon as possible, but he didn't expect Pei Shihai to misunderstand.

Deliberately pretending that he couldn't keep it up for a long time, Pei Shihai's mask cracked to reveal an angry expression. Everyone in the circle knew that Pei Shihai's reason for targeting Song Ye was nothing more than the fact that the woman he was pursuing liked Song Ye, which made him feel ashamed. Son, ruin Song Ye's reputation.

Pei Shihai slammed Song Ye's shoulder away, and a gloomy voice sounded: "Just wait, I have a big gift for you, good, good, enjoy, enjoy!"

Song Ye looked at his back thoughtfully, and Zhao Jingming worried when he saw this, "Do you really want him to stay here?"

Engagement dinners may not proceed as normal.

"Get someone to watch him."

Pei Shihai stinks like a rat in the gutter, and he never dares to act aboveboard, so he must be planning some kind of conspiracy.

The engagement banquet was just a formality, and the ceremony was not as cumbersome as a wedding. Song Ye and the woman stood on the stage listening to the emcee's nonsense, and drank the wine one after another. The nonsense was finally finished before the cup almost bottomed out.

"Then invite our two prospective newcomers, who are talented and beautiful, to offer a toast to everyone, and let us raise the wine glasses in our hands—"

Meng Jia brushed her hair, smiled decently, and approached intentionally, and then saw Song Ye beside him with downcast eyes, with an indifferent look of "don't suffer from me".

"..."

Pei Shihai grinned grinningly in the audience, squeezed the wine glass tightly in his hand, and raised his wrist before toasting——

"Snapped!"

Someone broke the wine glass, and soon, the noisy hall fell silent, and the atmosphere was strangely oppressive.

If it was said that Pei Shihai's arrival aroused everyone's discussion, then the appearance of this person left everyone only jealous, with doubts and fear in their eyes.

Father Song's face was tense, and he went up to meet him, "President Pei rarely finds time to come over, it's my old Song who neglected."

The uninvited guest was slender and tall, with a handsome and indifferent face. He looked only in his twenties, but the air pressure around him made people shudder, and was even more frightening than the rumors said.

"There are still seats left here..."

"Need not."

An indifferent voice sounded, and Nuo Da's banquet hall fell silent.

"Could it be that you want to stand like me?"

A lazy voice broke the silence, saving everyone from the oppressive atmosphere, and then sweated for the young master of the Song family. Who didn't know that the Patriarch of the Pei family was moody, and no one who angered him would end well.

"Song Ye!" Cold sweat broke out on the forehead of Song's father, and he hurriedly rescued the scene, "The dog is ignorant, so don't blame Mr. Pei."

"No." The man's tone couldn't tell the emotion clearly, he raised his legs and walked up the stage, "Being respectful is worse than obeying orders."

Everyone can't understand this wave of operations.

Pei Shihai has no status in the Pei family, and those who approach him are all greedy for the wealth of the Pei family, but also afraid of the power of the Pei family, so they can only start with the paper tiger Pei Shihai.At this moment, the paper tiger was so frightened that its legs were weak, especially when the man's sharp eyes swept over him, he forgot all the plots and tricks.

Don't remember plotting against Song Ye, obviously too busy to take care of himself.

Everyone looked into their eyes, and it seemed that Pei's internal discord was real.The focus of everyone's eyes was on the man, and no one noticed that a bartender retreated quietly.

After Song Ye said that, he kept staring at the man, and his intuition told him that this man had a high risk factor.

The man seemed to be used to being the focus of attention, and he walked gracefully until he stood between Song Ye...and Meng Jia.

Meng Jia, who kept approaching quietly, was squeezed away unexpectedly, "??" Are you polite?

Song Ye raised his head slightly, feeling more oppressed.

"Pei Hanmo."

The methods were ruthless, cruel, cold-blooded and ruthless. He tore down his own father and took the position of Patriarch himself, and exterminated all his brothers, leaving only a waste-like Pei Shihai who couldn't make waves no matter how hard he tossed.Song Ye has heard these rumors a lot, and some people say that he looks ferocious, and those who see him tremble with fear.

Ferocity is nothing to do with it, but the aura is indeed strong.

"What do you want to do?" Song Ye asked.

Pei Hanmo's eyes were deep and gloomy. It had been a long time since anyone had spoken in front of him like this. His thin lips curved upwards, and his pale fingers grasped the goblet in Song Ye's hand.

Inevitably covering the back of Song Ye's hand, the cold touch made his back numb.

Pei Hanmo looked into his eyes, his voice was low and bloodthirsty.

"I don't mind changing someone."

Without giving Song Ye time to react, he grabbed the wine glass and pushed Song Ye off the stage. A series of actions happened in an instant. When everyone came back to their senses, the quasi-newcomers on the stage became the ice-faced Patriarch Pei and... A sluggish Meng Jia.

There was an uproar in the audience, but with one movement of Pei Hanmo, the silence was restored.

"Thank you for coming to my engagement party."

He seemed to say it casually, but his expression couldn't be seen as a joke. After finishing speaking, he drank Song Ye's small glass of champagne, and his eyes fell on Song Ye the whole time. The bride-to-be next to him became the background board.

"Pei Hanmo!"

Father Song and Eldest Young Master Song had just taken action, but they were stopped by angry shouts, and they all turned to look at the most favored young master in the family. Their usual expressions of laziness and irritability seemed to be bottomless at this time. as calm as a lake.

"Ono..."

The bartender was so frightened that his hands trembled, and the bottle was about to fall when he tilted it, but was caught by a white hand.

When Song Ye yelled, he seemed to see the other party's eyes light up. Maybe the light was too bright. He didn't know if he missed his aim. Anyway, he heard everyone's exclamation.

This kind of neurosis can only be dealt with by surprise.

But, the wine bottle was thrown at Pei Hanmo's head, why did his head hurt...

"Master Song, are you okay?"

"Fuck! Dare to touch my wild brother, you are dead!"

"Brother Ye, can you still stand?"

"..."

The chirping sound entered his ears, Song Ye felt dizzy for a moment when he opened his eyes, and the pain in the top of his head made him hiss.

"Brother Ye, I will avenge you!"

The speaker was very familiar, yet a little strange, with a mace in his hand, and he was so aggressive that he wanted to fight every minute.

Just as Song Ye was about to speak, when he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure, his body froze, and then all kinds of emotions came back, the humiliation of being teased, the severe pain in his head...

"I will do it myself!"

Song Ye grabbed the mace and went across the road with a sullen face.

"Oh no, brother, what are you doing? The enemy is lying here—"

Even if he was wearing a school uniform, with a thin body and pale complexion, Song Ye would never recognize the wrong person.

Song Ye gritted his teeth, "Pei Hanmo?"

"Huh?" The young man had a beautiful face, his eyes were cold and innocent.

Song Ye didn't find anything wrong, just wanted to give this man a few sticks to vent his anger, but in the eyes of others, his hand was raised in the air, and then he fell forward weakly, as if——

Throw yourself in the arms.

It happened to fall into the arms of the boy.

The author has something to say: Meng Jia: I shouldn't be in the car, I should be under the car :)