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

After Wei Jun got off his horse, he felt a steady stream of numbness and pain at the back of his neck, and couldn't help but kicked the culprit.

Gray footprints were branded on Pei Feng's pants.

Even though the other party didn't hide, Wei Jun's anger didn't dissipate much. He had endured this man for a long time.

New and old grudges, probably there is still the resentment that you can't get what you want, he, Wei Jun, is so bad that he can't find a man, so he must hang on to you!

Anyway, he vented his anger.

"So angry?" Pei Feng was kicked by him, without blinking his eyes, and asked in a very puzzled manner.

Wei Jun gritted his teeth: "What do you think?"

Pei Feng has nothing to say, what he's doing today is stepping on people's bottom line, it's normal to get angry: "You don't want to talk to me, so I have to take the initiative to talk to you."

"Why am I ignoring you?" Wei Jun asked.

Pei Feng: "You clap my hands away."

Wei Jun was speechless: You rode away on horseback, the more you thought about it, the more angry you became, and when you saw me when you turned around, you wanted to scare me?

"You now..." Pei Feng stared at him intently, hesitant to speak.

Wei Jun's tone was irritated: "What's wrong with me now?"

"It's true." A faint smile slipped across Pei Feng's mouth, not knowing why he was so happy.

Wei Jun was annoyed: "Do you think I was all robots pretending to be me?"

Pei Feng: "I think so."

Wei Jun's heart skipped a beat, did the other party discover something?

Pei Feng caught his slightly changed face and approached him pretending to be innocent until he was only half a step away.

Wei Jun reflexively took precautions.

"Go back?" Pei Feng asked.

Wei Jun felt his weak legs and feet: "I can't walk."

"I'll recite..." Pei Feng's words were interrupted when Master Ma arrived and excitedly stepped forward to communicate with them.

Going back is traveling by horse instead.

Such an accident happened, although the reason was their own fault, the racecourse still made a gesture of apology and compensation.

The horse master led the horses and sent them back to the hotel.

Dinner is ready.

On the tastefully decorated top floor, where floor-to-ceiling windows surround the city, the glass reflects the glittering city of Venus.

The candlelight dinner arranged by the hotel is romantically covered with colorful flower petals.

Wei Jun ran his fingertips along the long table, and sat down on the chair with a slender frame with a calm expression.

The medium-rare steak exudes a tempting aroma, the wine placed on the left is standing sideways, and the clean goblet reflects the flickering candlelight.

In the middle is a container like a birdcage, holding a variety of side dishes full of thought.

And his favorite desserts.

The bright red liquid was poured into the goblet, and a clear meniscus flowed out. His bony hands wrapped around the bottom of the cup and moved to Wei Jun.

Wei Jun is being taken care of by another person, and he wants more: "The steak is divided."

After Pei Feng cut his own steak, he exchanged it with Wei Jun's.

"..."

Wei Jun felt that when he punched cotton, the other party acted willingly, which made his teeth ache.

"You..." Wei Jun muffled his voice, "What good thing happened tonight?"

Otherwise, how come you have no temper.

Pei Feng straightened his wrinkled cuffs, his eyelashes became darker in the candlelight, and his deep eyes sparkled with maple-colored fireworks: "Not used to it?"

Wei Jun frowned.

Pei Feng: "Or, change to the mode you are used to, you can try one category at a time."

"No need." Wei Jun.

Pei Feng raised his lips meaningfully: "There is no need to refuse so quickly."

Wei Jun ignored him and concentrated on enjoying dinner.

After eating quietly until the end, Wei Jun could be seen in the room where he stayed tonight.

But there was only one room, he and Pei Feng lived together.

Wei Jun: "You asked for it?"

"Yes." Pei Feng admitted calmly.

Wei Jun also remembered the reason why the other party proposed to travel and to cultivate a relationship. He thought that the other party would break up casually, but it turned out to be sincere?

Somewhat funny.

When he asked, he would not give; if he stopped asking, would he give?

Wei Jun denied, not giving, but trying.

His patience was completely lacking under the influence of dreams and reality, and he didn't want to have expectations anymore.

Even though he knew that the dream might not be the future predicted by good luck, but without this dream, he should still be obsessed with being able to have a long-term relationship with Pei Feng.

At first, he was indeed affected by the dream, and under the shock of grief, he wanted to divorce. Why didn't he feel it early and gave himself hints to let go and stop the loss in time, but he hesitated in his heart.

Later, when he wanted to understand the marriage without feelings between the two, he worked hard alone, but the other refused to accept it. All the efforts were in vain.

The other party doesn't like you, has no feelings for you, and it's meaningless to continue entanglement.

At this time, there is no need to jump in for a little chance of charity from the other party.

The room is spacious, and there is an extremely luxuriously built bathroom, like a bathtub in a small swimming pool, with warm water gushing out, and it also has a massage function.

"I'm going to take a shower." Wei Jun didn't show any courtesy, picked up the new clothes that had been washed and dried, and entered the bathroom filled with white mist.

The frosted glass door could see a shadowy shadow outside, Wei Jun didn't know if he could see his shadow outside, but he still took off his clothes one by one, whether he could see it or not, he must wash up.

After seeing it, I looked at it. Everyone is a man, and there are not any parts.

Wei Jun didn't stay in the bathroom for a long time, he is not a person who loves to take a bath, although the massage is very comfortable, but when he thinks that all his movements here will be heard by the people outside the door, how can he be in any mood.

"I'm done washing." Wei Jun walked out of the bathroom, his hair was dripping with water, and a drop fell on the dry bathrobe. He looked at the person sitting on the balcony with downcast eyebrows.

Because of his utterance, the man raised his eyes, and the rain fell outside the window at some point, and the glass was covered with traces of rain like spider webs.

Wei Jun turned around and picked up the hair dryer.

Footsteps sounded behind him, getting closer and further away, until a door separated him.

Wei Jun dried his hair, he didn't sit still like Pei Feng before, he looked at the layout of the room, and saw a place similar to playing games.

It is probably impossible to fall asleep before the other party finishes bathing, so it is better to find some time to pass the time and avoid embarrassing things for the two of them to do.

Tired of playing the game, just going to bed.

An hour passed.

Wei Jun turned his neck twice, and glanced at the quiet bathroom. It's been a long time in the shower. Did he want to avoid meeting him like him, or was he worried that he would eat him?

As soon as he guessed this, the door opened, and it was very unfortunate that he met his eyes.

Wei Jun's expression froze for a moment, but he had practiced his improvisational acting skills, his mouth curled down and his eyes were red: "Hey, we lost the game again."

"Honey, help me teach him a lesson!"

"..."

Under someone's pampering, Wei Jun's ability to command people has improved day by day, and now he is not as guilty of commanding people as he used to be.

Pei Feng and Wei Jun squeezed into a soft sofa, and physical contact was inevitable.

Wei Jun played a shooting game, his record was terrible, and he was tortured and mocked by the enemy.

"Teaching whom?" Pei Feng kindly accompanied Wei Jun to mess around.

Wei Jun: "I'll pull the person over." He memorized the person's ID, searched and added the invitation, and suddenly remembered the important point, "Can you play?"

Pei Feng: "I've played similar games before."

"How?" Wei Jun asked.

Pei Feng: "Not bad."

Wei Jun hesitated: "Forget it, you haven't played before, and you will lose your face if you can't do it."

However, he had already ordered the invitation, and the other party actually came.

"Honey, you can't lose." Wei Jun's face was serious, and his words changed suddenly, "If you lose, don't go to bed!"