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

In the end, Wei Jun went to Zhuangye's dinner party, and heard a lot of words from the other party lamenting that he and Pei Feng had a good relationship, and how much Pei Feng liked him.

Wei Jun was speechless.

As the boss of Pei Feng's company, he has no control over whoever he wants to sign, but why does he have a good relationship with others, and the other party likes him very much?

Zhuang Ye's exclamation came to Wei Jun's ears, and he drank the fruit juice sadly, wondering if Pei Feng poured Zhuang Ye's ecstasy soup?How could you think that Pei Feng and I have a good relationship?

For a meal, even with the company of his favorite celebrities, Wei Jun didn't enjoy his meal.

Before the banquet was over, Wei Jun couldn't help asking Zhuang Ye, why did he think that he and Pei Feng had a good relationship?

Obviously before, I thought that the relationship between Pei Feng and I was not good, and it changed too quickly.

Regarding his confusion, Zhuang Ye took it for granted, "When Pei Feng talked about you, the tenderness in his eyes almost overflowed."

Wei Jun was silent.

……

Two weeks later.

The old neighborhood was forcibly broken into by the sound of cars, breaking the peace of the past.

The incessant ringing of the doorbell woke Wei Jun from his sleep.

He went to open the door in a daze.

The figure reflected on the irises made him regain consciousness immediately.

A man in expensive clothes stood in front of him, and the silver jewelry pinned to his chest flashed a dazzling highlight.

Wei Jun closed his eyes and opened them again, the familiar cold fragrance rushed into his nostrils, and subconsciously murmured: "What perfume do you use?"

The other party seemed surprised by his question, thought for a moment and replied: "Roja Dove."

Wei Jun: Well, I haven’t heard of it.

"Does it smell bad?" The other party asked.

Wei Jun: "No, I just think you like this brand of perfume very much, and you smelled it in the hospital last time."

"Hospital?"

Wei Jun watched people concentrate on recalling, and hurriedly changed the subject: "Don't think about it, what did you come to see me for today?"

"Is that when you were hospitalized?"

Wei Jun: "...um."

The other party looked at him deeply: "It has never been used."

Wei Jun sighed: "If you haven't used it, then don't use it. If you're okay, I'll close the door."

"Have."

Wei Jun's movement to close the door was stopped, a strange smell enveloped him, and the enveloping chill forced him back to a corner.

"Pei Feng." Wei Jun tilted his head, avoiding the other party's approach, and shouted.

"You really forgot." Pei Feng's lips touched Wei Jun's actively exposed neck, and slid over like a dragonfly. It seemed to be stuck together, but also seemed to be separated by an inch, "The banquet in Jinting Jingyuan."

Wei Jun put his hands on Pei Feng's shoulders, as if he was resisting the opponent's approach, but he didn't seem to use much force: "Is it today?"

Pei Feng circled Wei Jun's waist tightly, and the lower bodies of the two were close together: "Yes, you have no preparations at all, and you will make me late."

"...Sorry." Wei Jun began to exert force on his arm, "Do you still want me to go? If you want, why don't you let me go and let me change clothes?"

There was some weirdness in Pei Feng's words: "I wanted it originally."

"?" Wei Jun.

Pei Feng used one hand to cling to Wei Jun's back, and the other hand was still clasped around his waist: "What are you smelling now?"

Wei Jun was stunned for a moment, the alternating fruity and floral scents in his breath were quite different from the cold fragrance he smelled just now, the cold fragrance just now was not as sweet as it was now, nor was it peaceful.

The previous fragrance was full of sexy desires, but it was extremely restrained.

"What did you smell?" The magnetic voice fell into Wei Jun's heart unstoppably, making his body tremble. "In the hospital, what did you smell?"

"Is it the same?"

Wei Jun was forced to do nothing by him, bit his lip and said nothing.

"It is said that only when you are in front of someone you like can you smell the fragrance that others can't." Pei Feng kept his voice down, afraid of scaring anyone's whisper.

Wei Jun: "What I smell is your shampoo."

Pei Feng lowered his eyelashes, couldn't see his expression clearly, hugged the man who didn't agree with him for a while, and sighed: "Go and change clothes."

For the banquet, Pei Feng sent the costumes and shoes for the banquet in advance.

Only when he said to change clothes, Wei Jun could push him away.

Pei Feng's strength was so great that if Wei Jun wanted to shake him, he might have to use all his strength, but the result might not be as he wished.

Wei Jun is an explosive type and cannot last long, while Pei Feng can last for a while compared to him.

Wei Jun could only take advantage of the opportunity created by the outbreak to accomplish his goal.

Knowing the reality, Wei Jun will not resist unless necessary. If something worse and unacceptable happens in the future, he will use up the opportunity, and he will not regret it to death.

Therefore, he probably has to get used to the other party's hands and feet from time to time.

Wei Jun walked out of the bedroom dejectedly, and saw the man leaning against the wall. He always felt that he had been fooled, but he couldn't find any evidence.

"It's beautiful." Pei Feng praised.

Wei Jun: "It's handsome."

Pei Feng followed along and said, "Yes, it's beautiful."

Wei Jun glanced at him, and deliberately confronted him, right?

The corner of Pei Feng's mouth curled up: "Hair is a bit messy."

Wei Jun said sharply, "It's not taste, it's style."

Pei Feng raised his eyebrows: "Okay, let's go."

After saying that, Pei Feng walked forward, pretending not to notice Wei Jun pulling his hair.

Go downstairs and get in the rare luxury car that Pei Feng can drive.

Wei Jun put on his seat belt: "Can we talk now? What kind of banquet is it that you want me to go in that capacity?"

Pei Feng turned the steering wheel with one hand, and there was a hint of wanton playfulness when he heard the words: "Family banquet."

"...Talking or not." Wei Jun thought he was teasing him, and said angrily.

Pei Feng coaxed: "I didn't lie to you."

"Where did you come from..." Wei Jun almost blurted out that the other party had no relatives, "Why didn't you lie?"

Pei Feng: "I attended the banquet of grandparents in my blood."

"Huh?" Wei Jun.

Pei Feng: "The deceased grandparents are my mother's adoptive parents."

Wei Jun understood, and after he understood, he stopped asking, but said, "How should I behave?"

Pei Feng: "Look at you."

"Look at me?" Wei Jun frowned, "Are you sure?"

Pei Feng: "Sure."

"... Whatever you want." Wei Jun.

Pei Feng explained helplessly: "Don't think about me that much, I'm not familiar with them, do as you want, I have no objection, as long as..."

Wei Jun muttered: Where did I think about you?Since I promised to accompany you to the banquet, of course I can't mess it up.

"As long as you don't preach that you dumped me." Pei Feng said.

The corner of Wei Jun's mouth twitched: "I didn't realize before that you have a sense of humor."

Pei Feng: "It's not too late to know now."

Wei Jun smiled awkwardly, turned his head to look at the scenery outside the car window.

"Wei Jun."

"what?"

"arrive."

Wei Jun's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly opened the car door to get out, but he forgot to unfasten his seat belt, and was bounced back into the chair halfway through the run.

The low and indifferent smile floated in the carriage, fleeting.

The light citrus and the fragrance of rose gradually woven into a net, encircling the co-pilot Wei Jun from all directions, the more he struggled to break free, the more entangled he became.

Wei Jun wanted to refuse the other party's service: "No, I will do it myself."

However, his hand that was reaching out to unbuckle his seat belt was held down.