0p0 Chapter 109 You just touched me, I reasonably believe you're trying to collect a debt from me.
Chapter 109 You just touched me, I reasonably believe you're trying to collect a debt from me.
"Oops, my hand slipped. Sorry."
Yan Zhuoyu smiled innocently, then withdrew her hand after poking him and quickly prepared to get out of the car and run away.
Pei Weijin chuckled cryptically, and moved even faster than her. The car door closed smoothly, and with the sound of the car automatically locking, the previously silent engine roared up again.
He lightly pressed the accelerator, turned the steering wheel with his right hand, and the three dials on his wrist reflected a shimmering golden light.
Yan Zhuoyu panicked and quickly grabbed his wrist: "What are you doing?"
Pei Weijin's smile widened as he turned the car around again: "Let's go back and do *."
"Who said I wanted to do it with you!" Yan Zhuoyu stared at him incredulously.
The spot she had just poked showed no signs of stopping, and Yan Zhuoyu realized he wasn't joking.
"My wife was busy with work last week, and we missed three times of our marital relations. You just touched me, so I reasonably assume you're trying to collect a debt from me."
Yan Zhuoyu chuckled dryly, then quietly moved towards the car door: "Look at you, haha... how come you can't even take a joke..."
"Hey, get out of the car, get out of the car. Look how clear and crisp the autumn air is outside, perfect for riding horses and having fun. It would be better to do something more meaningful." She said, trying to change the subject.
Pei Weijin unlocked the car and repeated her words as if savoring them: "So, Madam was just joking with me."
Yan Zhuoyu took the opportunity to open the door and get out of the car.
She had been sitting for so long that she had almost forgotten that her body was still sore. But as soon as she stepped onto the ground and took a few steps, all the fatigue returned, washing away those romantic thoughts completely.
Pei Weijin is truly daring to do something like this.
A few minutes later, Pei Weijin got out of the car. He straightened his tie and resumed his gentle and refined appearance, dressed impeccably. The air of a suave scoundrel from before had completely vanished.
He walked to Yan Zhuoyu's side, not minding the heat at all, and naturally reached out to interlock his fingers with hers.
Upon entering the manor, Pei Weijin's tone carried a faint smile: "Just kidding. Business is more important. Turn the car around and park properly; it'll be easier to leave that way."
Yan Zhuoyu gave a forced smile and tried to break free from his hand, but he only held it tighter.
She complained, "It's hot."
"What?" Pei Weijin went deaf again at the crucial moment.
"I said it's hot, my palms are sweating!"
Pei Weijin lowered his head, feigning ignorance: "Hmm?"
With their fingers still intertwined, Yan Zhuoyu hooked her other arm around his and pinched it as revenge: "Get off me, you're so annoying."
But she didn't really use force. She clung to Pei Weijin's arm and muttered softly, "I'll stick to you and make you burn."
Pei Weijin responded calmly, showing no sign of resistance. On the contrary, he seemed quite pleased, a delighted smile appearing in his cold eyes.
Inside the indoor riding arena, the dome is high and spacious, soft lights shine down, and the air is free of any odor, but is instead filled with the fresh scent of grass.
A black horse, led by its reins by its agent, stood quietly to one side.
The horse has clear, bright eyes, a glossy coat, long and strong limbs, and smooth muscle lines. It is clearly a top-quality steed that has been carefully selected and trained, exuding a noble and wild beauty.
Upon seeing the two approach, the agent stepped forward, handed the reins he was holding to Pei Weijin, and then politely said, "Mr. Pei, Ms. Yan."
Yan Zhuoyu smiled and nodded in response.
While the agent was talking to Pei Weijin, Yan Zhuoyu curiously observed the horse. The horse's calm and reserved temperament seemed somewhat familiar.
The dark horse also looked at her curiously.
A short while later, the agent left with the other unrelated people.
Yan Zhuoyu was still staring at the dark horse, but after this eye contact, she shifted her gaze to Pei Weijin.
Wow, so it looks like this person.
Pei Weijin led the tall, strong black horse and gestured for her to mount: "Come on, step into the stirrups and try riding slowly for a few laps to get a feel for the horse's rhythm. Then we'll adjust it as needed."
He also reminded everyone, "Remember not to stand near the horse's hind legs."
Yan Zhuoyu gripped the reins, placed her feet on the stirrups, and held onto the saddle with her right hand, using the momentum to flip and jump onto the horse's back.
The black horse was led slowly forward by Pei Weijin. Yan Zhuoyu sat on the horse's back, looking somewhat nervous, and gripped the reins tightly.
Pei Weijin reassured him, "Don't be afraid, it's very gentle."
"It won't bite like Miss Yan."
Yan Zhuoyu glared at him, then slowly relaxed, looking ahead and adapting to the rhythm as the horse moved forward.
I have to say, last night's training was indeed somewhat effective.
Seeing that she was gradually getting used to the speed, Pei Weijin tried to transition the horse from a walk to a trot.
Yan Zhuoyu quickly changed her mind.
That night's experience was somewhat useful, but not much!
The ride became so bumpy that she jumped up.
Yan Zhuoyu pulled back the reins, raising her voice slightly: "No, no, go slower, it's chafing a bit, and... it's still swollen."
The dark horse gradually slowed down, returning to its initial speed.
Pei Weijin said apologetically, "It was my oversight. I'll go get you a soft cushion to put on."
"No need, this speed won't have any impact."
Yan Zhuoyu waved her hand with a smile: "Why don't you try letting go and let me ride by myself for a while?"
Pei Weijin nodded, stood to the side, and watched her ride her horse in circles around the arena.
He also remembered to send a message to the agent, asking him to bring a soft cushion.
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Over the next few days, Yan Zhuoyu seemed to become addicted to horseback riding. She didn't mind the scorching sun and would come over early in the morning to practice until the afternoon.
Her riding skills improved rapidly, and she could now easily control the black horse.
Yan Zhuoyu pulled on the reins, galloping freely across the vast horse field. The sunlight, like fine gold foil, gilded her and her horse with a golden glow, radiating a free and passionate light.
As she rode past Pei Weijin, she boldly loosened the reins and made a heart shape with her arms above her head.
"Pei Weijin, look at me!"
Pei Weijin was sitting on another white horse, lazily circling the horse farm. When he saw Yan Zhuoyu coming over, he decisively hung up the video conference, switched to the camera, and recorded the scene. The corners of his lips unconsciously curled up.
In the shot, the sky is filled with the orange glow of the setting sun, and Yan Zhuoyu's figure is agile and unrestrained, her black hair is as black as silk, and her red lips are adorned with a wild and unrestrained smile.
The dark horse flashed by and quickly disappeared from the frame.
Pei Weijin rejoined the video conference.
On the other end of the screen, the senior executives of the Pei Group sat upright, all dressed formally, staring at the large screen with serious expressions.
The vice president asked, slightly nervously, "President Pei, why did you suddenly interrupt the meeting? Was there a problem with the plan?"
Pei Weijin said coldly, "The internet is bad, it's disconnected."
Secretary Meng was also in the meeting. Upon hearing this, and seeing the lingering smile on Pei Weijin's face, she silently lowered her head.
See through, don’t say through.
A high-end phone with excellent signal strength, how could it possibly have a bad network connection? Who gave the manufacturer the audacity to take so much money and still produce a crappy phone with poor network performance?
He was clearly attracted to his wife!