Pretending to be soft and forced to have a crush on divorce

Wei Jun took off the plush pajamas outside, grabbed Pei Feng's overcoat and put it on himself, but unfortunately there was only one pair of trousers, so he couldn't forcefully take off Pei Feng's trousers and put them on.

He could only make do with his pajama pants, and the long coat at least covered half of his legs, which looked quite normal.

On the contrary, the person whose coat was taken away stood aside and let him do what he did, with his pajamas on the crook of his hand, watching him quietly.

The bright light hit the opponent's body, the beige knitted sweater framed a particularly tall and straight body, the inner shirt was unbuttoned two times, and the undulating collarbone was obvious during breathing.

"The car is here, let's go." Pei Feng hung up the phone, raised half of his eyebrows, and his gaze stopped at Wei Jun who was looking in the mirror.

Hearing this, Wei Jun didn't intend to take back his pajamas. He put his empty hands in his coat pockets and raised his chin: "Lead the way."

As if, he treated Pei Feng as a little follower who served him.

Pei Feng actually didn't show any anger, he walked obediently ahead, the wind from outside instantly picked up, his jet-black hair swept up, revealing his stern face.

Wei Jun, who was following behind, shivered because of the unhealthy wind, and tightened his coat. He looked at the thinly dressed Pei Feng, hesitated for a while, and didn't express his concern. Everyone knew what was the reason for the cold. It is clear that in short, it is the other party's own fault.

Fortunately, the car that came to pick them up was not far from their location.

A black Rolls Royce parked low-key on the side of the road where people come and go, and a foreigner in a suit stood by the door.

Pei Feng simply checked the information with the other party, then pulled Wei Jun into the back seat of the car, and the foreigner got into the driver's seat and sent them to the designated place.

A hotel that takes only one customer at a time.

Said to be a hotel, it can be regarded as a manor villa, covering swimming pools, restaurants, and a mini entertainment city for leisure, but it only serves you alone.

The drivers and cars who came to pick them up were all arranged by the hotel.

Poverty limited Wei Jun's imagination, and it was the first time he experienced such money-filled treatment. He touched the person who booked the itinerary with the back of his hand: "I'm a little curious, what is the price for a one-day stay?"

"200 million." Pei Feng grabbed Wei Jun's hand with his backhand, clasped his five fingers tightly along the joints of his fingers, feeling good, "stay for three days, and go to the next place after three days."

200 million a day? ? ?Wei Jun was dazzled by the price, and he didn't care about the movement of holding hands. He silently calculated that it would be 600 million for three days.

As if he didn't know money anymore, he asked in surprise, "Shall we play in the hotel for three days?"

Pei Feng tilted his head and raised his eyebrows: "It's okay."

Wei Jun listened to what he meant, did he still want to go out and fool around? 200 million a day, if you don't experience hotel services, why go out?

"Do you like it?" Pei Feng asked.

Wei Jun was walking on the green asphalt road. The waiter who guided them had a deep-cut face, but spoke fluent Chinese. From a close distance, he talked about the layout of the hotel in a leisurely manner.

"Very luxurious." Wei Jun.

Pei Feng didn't get an answer, so he continued to ask: "Don't you like it?"

Wei Jun: "Very good."

Pei Feng: "You don't look happy."

"You read it wrong." Wei Jun was stunned by the unimaginable journey. It is true that he was not very happy, but he was definitely not unhappy. He looked forward to it, "I don't know what food I can eat later. "

The hotel's food is mainly based on the ingredients of the day and the chef's intentions. After asking the customers' taboos, they cook.

When they arrive at the hotel, they will be stuck at the lunch spot in country N.

Instead of looking forward to the upcoming food, Wei Jun led them to a place similar to a courtyard by the waiter.

The planted flowers and plants are in full bloom, and the green vines are winding around the dark brown door rails, dotted with pink, yellow and white flowers here and there.

Behind the gate, there are two rattan chairs and a white round table. The sun came out today, dispelling the haze of the past, and it was warm and comfortable on the body.

"Please sit down." The waiter directed them, "Wait a moment."

Wei Jun glanced at Pei Feng, and the other party took a step forward. He finally realized the situation between himself and the other party at this moment, they were actually interlocking their fingers all the time!

Pei Feng pulled away the beautifully made rattan chair and looked at Wei Jun who seemed to be in a daze.

The corner of Wei Jun's mouth twitched. His scalp felt numb for this rare gentleman, but he didn't explain anything, and he acted as if he should be so well adapted.

As he sat down, Pei Feng turned to the opposite seat, and before he pulled out the chair, he heard Wei Jun's request.

"I'm thirsty." Wei Jun moved away the drink in his hand, "I don't like this."

Pei Feng: "What do you want to drink?"

Wei Jun thought for a while, and the long curled eyelashes cast a black shadow, and when they reopened, there was a hint of starlight: "Fruit tea."

"You know what kind of fruit tea I like to drink."

He didn't feel that he was asking too much. He proposed to drink fruit tea that can only be purchased in China when he was abroad. Kezhou Fruit Tea obviously didn't have enough capital to develop international business.

Pei Feng frowned and was about to speak.

Wei Jun resolutely made a fuss. He agreed to the other party's trip, not because he really wanted to develop a relationship with him, but to make the other party so bored with him that he could divorce smoothly.

"I won't listen, I won't listen!" Wei Jun covered his ears and yelled, "I want to drink fruit tea, nothing else!"

Pei Feng closed his mouth and silently stared at him for a while: "Wait."

After saying that, he got up and left, looking to prepare fruit tea for him.

Wei Jun stared at his back, secretly thinking how picky he should be for the fruit tea that will be brought up at that time, because it is not Kezhou fruit tea.

While waiting, Wei Jun used the mobile phone network to pass the time. Although there was something distracting him, he still felt that the time passed slowly. Why didn't they show up?

Pei Feng didn't show up, and neither did the hotel waiter, leaving him alone to guard the empty courtyard.

Don't scare Pei Feng away from the very beginning, even cancel the hotel business, abandon him and leave.

Just when he was idle in his thoughts, the waiter with good temperament and good looks came to the stage with the meal.

The waiter who could speak Chinese didn't show up, and Pei Feng couldn't speak N language, so he had to ask in Y language which is common in the world.

His oral Y language barely passed the test, and he was still far from being able to communicate with others.

The waiter spoke nicely and answered his questions.

Wei Jun half guessed and understood.

He asked if he saw the other person who came with him?The waiter must have seen it, discussing with Wei Lin about making some kind of drink in the back kitchen.

Wei Jun replied thank you, but the other party shook his head and left after saying that he was impolite.

Another half hour passed.

Pei Feng used the facts to prove that he didn't run away, and the waiter who carried the plate was behind him, and there were two transparent glasses soaked with dew on the plate.

Wei Jun glanced at the pulp in the cup, and felt that something was wrong, and after eating it, he was sure that something was wrong.

The development of reality is different from what he imagined, the other party shouldn't spoil him so much, even for the sake of face that cannot be wiped away.

"It tastes the same as Kezhou." Wei Jun murmured, "You... how did you do it?"

"I used some connections and spent some money." Pei Feng said, "Let them tell me how to make fruit tea."

Wei Jun: "Is it necessary? I didn't say that boat fruit tea must be carved."

Pei Feng: "You like it, don't you?"

"..."

"Here's the fruit tea." Pei Feng lightly tapped the table with his fingers, "It's time to have a good meal. I will go to the racecourse in the afternoon before I can do any physical activity."

Wei Jun pursed his lips, his active mind calmed down.

Plates of perfectly cooked food were served on the table, and the wafting aroma aroused the glutton in Wei Jun's stomach. He swallowed involuntarily, the uneasiness lingering in his heart was a little bit weaker, and the big meal was the biggest.

200 million a day's hotel service can't be wrong, whether it's ingredients or cooking skills, for Wei Jun who rarely tastes high-end ingredients, the taste is so delicious that his tongue wants to swallow it.

Compared with the sweetness of the food he ate, Pei Feng's performance was much calmer, he tasted a little of every kind, and it seemed that he couldn't get enough of everything.

"No appetite?" Wei Jun asked after swallowing the smooth and tender lobster meat, noticing the restless chopsticks.

Pei Feng: "Not hungry."

Wei Jun: "Oh."

Wei Jun concentrated on enjoying the food in front of him. The seafood and meat ingredients were restored to the ultimate delicacy by the chef, and he couldn't stop talking.

Pei Feng, who was sitting across from him, saw that he was eating deliciously, and his half-full stomach gave off signs of hunger.

Xu Shi saw that Wei Jun seldom picked up vegetables, and placed the crispy roasted shallot roots in front of his dinner plate.

"Try it, it tastes good."

Wei Jun was stunned for a moment, his peach blossom eyes lightly raised, reflecting Pei Feng's nonchalant face.

"Can you eat green onions?" Wei Jun asked.

Pei Feng tilted his head, wondering about his question: "Of course."

Wei Jun was flustered, but on the surface he smiled calmly and said, "I used to see you pick chopped green onion aside, thinking you couldn't eat it, or hated it, so it didn't?"

Pei Feng: "I can eat it and I don't hate it, but I don't like chopped green onions."