Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

"Forget it, remember what you said and don't cause trouble."

When Song Xun was about to give up and leave, Chen Pei suddenly spoke. He was a little slow to react and looked up at Chen Pei again and again, fearing that he had just hallucinated.

A bit dull.

Chen Pei commented in his heart.

No longer the lifeless and gloomy look in his impression, he discovered that Chen Jinyan had a pair of puppy eyes. When he looked up at people, he appeared quite soft, but when he lowered his eyes, he looked pitiful and aggrieved, like some small animal with a damage value of zero, which could not cause any threat.

Chen Pei blurted out his agreement without thinking. He had no intention of regretting it and turned around and said, "Follow me."

Song Xun reacted with surprise, and quickly ran to the restaurant to pick up the lunch box on the table, then trotted to catch up with Chen Pei.

In the garage, Chen Pei randomly picked a Bentley and sat in the driver's seat. Song Xun was holding a lunch box and wandering between the passenger seat and the back seat. Finally, his fear took over and he stepped forward with his hand on the back seat door handle.

The car window was half lowered, and Chen Pei glanced at him: "What? You think I'm your driver?"

He immediately pulled his hand away, took two steps back smoothly, opened the door, sat in the passenger seat, and fastened his seat belt.

He noticed that Chen Pei glanced at the lunch box in his hand but didn't say anything.

Whether it is the weekend or weekdays, the traffic in Kyoto is so crowded and dense, the space inside the car is quiet, and there is an invisible sense of awkwardness that is neither up nor down.

Song Xun sat upright, looking out the windshield without even glancing at him.

The only thing was that his hands were constantly moving. He kept rubbing the lunch box in his hands. It was his little habit when he was nervous. He couldn't help but rub something in his hands. If there was nothing, he would pinch his sleeves. In short, his hands could not be still.

The lunch box was for Zheng Lanxing.

Being a qualified bootlicker requires not only exaggerated praise and hypocritical flattery, but most importantly, you have to take practical actions and make a love lunch box by yourself to make the outside world believe that you are a steadfast bootlicker.

The above original words come from 996.

Song Xun was sure that he couldn't do the former, but as for the latter, he had completed half of it.

He doesn't know how to cook, so this task is left to the servants in the house.

But it doesn’t matter, the probability of Zheng Lanxing opening it is zero.

Song Xun doesn't like wasting food. He has already planned in his mind that he doesn't need to go downstairs to eat tonight. He can just bring the food back to his room and eat it himself.

Twenty minutes later, Song Xun didn't realize his shoulders were sore and stiff until he got out of the car. Chen Pei handed the car keys to the doorman to park the car, saying, "Your sitting posture is quite straight, not bad."

Song Xun wasn't sure whether his words were a compliment or sarcasm, so he kept silent.

Someone came out and whispered, "Mr. Zheng and the others are in Box No. 1 on the third floor."

This is a private club. The door of each box is closed and the scene inside cannot be seen. Chen Pei went up to the innermost part of the third floor and swiped his card before the box door was opened.

The setting was so tight that Song Xun thought there would be a chaotic scene of debauchery and extravagance inside, and his steps slowed down. He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he was completely inside.

The venue is large and clean, and the most popular activities are sports, such as table tennis, bowling, swimming pool, etc.

Chen Pei didn't stop, but walked in directly and pushed open the lounge door.

Song Xun followed him closely. There were four people inside, three men and one woman, who were lying leisurely on the sofa. When they saw Chen Pei come in, they greeted him weakly and continued to lie down.

Chen Pei seemed to have gotten used to this kind of atmosphere. He nodded and found a seat to sit down. Song Xun was smaller than him and was completely covered. When Chen Pei left, he was left exposed.

Several people who were originally bored sat up one after another and looked over with surprised eyes.

Being stared at by so many people, Song Xun was extremely nervous. He raised his hand and said hello stiffly: "Hello."

"Why did you bring your brother here?" a man with a shaved head asked Chen Pei.

"He's coming."

Several people seemed to understand something in an instant, and their eyes turned to the same place to watch the fun.

Song Xun followed their line of sight and after seeing the man sitting at the corner of the sofa, he confirmed that he was the target of his mission.

Compared to the meaningful looks of the others, Zheng Lanxing seemed a little puzzled. He simply glanced at Song Xun standing in the middle, then withdrew his gaze indifferently, as if he had forgotten about this person at all.

Zheng Lanxing had a pair of sharp eyes. Although he was sitting lazily, he gave people the feeling of being overtly aggressive.

Song Xun was frightened by that light glance. What he should have done at this moment was to hand over the lunch box in his hand, but he found that he couldn't do it. His steps seemed to have a mind of his own and turned to Chen Pei.

Among all people, he was only slightly familiar with Chen Pei.

As soon as he sat down, the only woman present also sat closer.

The woman had long wavy hair and looked at the lunch box in his hand with her red lips raised: "Why don't you send it out?"

Song Xun knew her. Their homes were not far from each other and lived in the same villa area. He would pass by her every morning to walk the dog.

It's a cute Mosaya.

"I want to deliver it later." Song Xun clenched the lunch box in his hand.

Shu Huan couldn't help but chuckle: "Little brother, you are still a little timid. Lan Xing may look difficult to approach, but he actually has a good personality. He can't eat you."

Song Xun heard a hint of instigation from her words, and moved closer to Chen Pei helplessly.

Chen Pei, who had closed his eyes to rest, opened them and glanced at Shu Huan calmly: "Don't add fuel to the fire."

Shu Huan curled his lips: "How boring."

She sat back in her previous seat, Song Xun breathed a sigh of relief, and her shoulders relaxed.

He was not familiar with the people inside, he only knew their names roughly and could recognize them.

The first guy with a crew cut who spoke was called Zhao Huo. One of the easiest things to distinguish him from was that he had a naturally broken eyebrow, which made him look like someone who wasn't someone to be trifled with.

The other man sitting quietly was called Qiao Bin. His skin was very white, to the point of being pale. Song Xun even felt that he would die at any time. Although this description was impolite, it was very appropriate.

Zheng Lanxing sat in the innermost seat and didn't say much the whole time.

At this time, the atmosphere among them became a little more lively, and they started chatting casually.

"I really don't want to go to that crappy class. It's so depressing." Zhao Huo complained.

Qiao Bin whispered: "Then take a good rest for a while and relax your mind."

Shu Huan sneered: "Does your father still trust you to stay in the company? As for the last project that you lost 10 million yuan on, I remember you were chased for several blocks."

"Shut your stinky mouth. If you can't speak properly, then don't speak." Zhao Huo threw a pillow over and lay on Qiao Bin with a heart failure: "You are still the best."