0p0 Chapter 19 Are you crazy? This is a garage!
Chapter 19 Are you crazy? This is a garage!
Inside the private apartment, the lights shone brightly.
Yan Zhuoyu looked at the spoils of war scattered all over the ground with a happy mood.
Qin Zhuyue sat on the small bar in the living room, skillfully shaking the shaker. Two glasses of drinks, one a smoky pink and the other an icy blue, were presented before her, dreamy and girlish.
She handed a glass to Yan Zhuoyu and exclaimed, "My dream from college has actually come true."
The wine was silky smooth on the palate, without any spiciness, but rather a soft and mellow peach aroma. Yan Zhuoyu took a few sips and put the wine down, asking curiously, "What dream?"
"Of course, my best friend stole her husband's money to support me."
Qin Zhuyue leaned back casually on the sofa and said sarcastically, "From now on, I won't need to write scripts to support myself."
"Come on, your family isn't poor, writing screenplays is just a hobby." Yan Zhuoyu poked her forehead.
"So, now that we have wine, beautiful women, and a pile of delicious food on the table, could you tell me the story of that chaste and virtuous man, Mr. Qin?"
Qin Zhuyue scoffed lightly: "You probably know this person too, the second young master of the Fu family, Fu Zhuchen."
"Director Fu?"
She hummed in agreement, her voice tinged with helplessness and annoyance: "Yes, it was him. I blacked out that night. I was waiting for my colleague at the front desk when he came up to me and started talking to me. I was so dizzy that I just shut him up."
"The next day he came to my door, and I found out that he was there to discuss the licensing of the script. I wanted to compensate him and planned to sell the script to him at a low price, but he said that I was insulting him by giving him money, and he insisted that I take responsibility. He also said that he wanted to come back to China with me and get married!"
Qin Zhuyue grew angrier as she spoke, and even started speaking in a thick Beijing accent, "You're telling me I'm not some domineering CEO, why is he pretending to be a naive young man?"
Yan Zhuoyu silently handed Qin Zhuyue a glass of wine, which she drank in one gulp, followed by a barrage of complaints.
"At most, we just touched lips, but he acted like a dog, biting people. I haven't even made him responsible for giving me a rabies vaccine yet!"
Qin Zhuyue complained for almost an hour, still indignant, and asked, "So what about you? What kind of conflict did you have with your CEO Pei?"
After drinking four cups of wine, Yan Zhuoyu's face was flushed, and she was a little tipsy, so she started complaining as well.
The two sisters embraced each other, cricketing at the two men, completely unaware that the outside world was buzzing with excitement about them.
After drinking late at night, the beautiful Yan did not sleep soundly and lost her sleepiness before dawn.
Picking up my phone reminded me of the forgotten CEO Pei.
Upon seeing the little red dot indicating a new message, Yan Zhuoyu's lips curved into a slight smile.
Not to mention the mountain of jewelry boxes, and the conciliatory message, "Show me some more affection," which seemed very sincere. She typed a single word and sent it as a reward.
【allow.】
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Beijing North Airport, 5 a.m.
The man, who had just gotten off the plane, was enveloped in the chill of the night dew. After learning from the housekeeper that Yan Zhuoyu had not returned home, he immediately had Secretary Meng drive him to the apartment.
On the way, his phone suddenly lit up. Pei Weijin glanced at the message, then turned off the screen, his expression inscrutable.
The car came to a smooth stop in front of the apartment building. Secretary Meng cautiously asked, "Mr. Pei, should I go upstairs and invite Mrs. Pei?"
"No need, you can go back."
Pei Weijin got out of the car, and the car door closed automatically. He stood alone under the shade of a tree and dialed Yan Zhuoyu's number.
Secretary Meng lingered there for a while, still feeling uneasy, then sighed and drove away.
The phone rang once, and the other party answered.
"Hello?" Yan Zhuoyu lowered her voice, as if afraid of waking someone.
Pei Weijin's voice was direct and forceful: "Go downstairs."
"What's wrong? Aren't you in France?" Yan Zhuoyu was taken aback for a moment, then exclaimed in surprise, "Did you airlift the crown over?"
"But she just fell asleep, and I'll wake her up if I go downstairs."
Pei Weijin was so angry he laughed. What, did he think he was disturbing the pretty boy's sleep?
Why isn't he so considerate when we sleep together?
"Mrs. Pei, I'm not that magnanimous."
"If I don't see you within a minute, I'll donate your crown."
Although Yan Zhuoyu wasn't particularly interested in jewelry, that crown was undeniably stunning.
At first glance, I felt that this crown was made for her.
"I'll be down right away."
Forty-five seconds later, the elevator dinged and arrived at the first floor.
As Yan Zhuoyu came out of the apartment, she immediately saw Pei Weijin standing quietly under the tree, dressed in a sharp suit and exuding an extraordinary aura.
She walked over with a demure gait, her fair palm outstretched: "Where's the crown?"
Pei Weijin's eyes held no warmth, yet he still smiled at her: "Do you like the car I gave you?"
“Not bad,” Yan Zhuoyu nodded in response.
He gripped Yan Zhuoyu's wrist, carefully examining it for any inappropriate marks.
"Where is it parked? Take me to see it, okay?"
Yan Zhuoyu did not notice anything unusual about him and took him to the underground parking garage.
The private apartment offers excellent privacy; the underground parking lot was deserted at 5 a.m.
"Look, I even drove to pick someone up from the airport today, it felt pretty good..."
Yan Zhuoyu opened the car door, but before she could utter the words "not bad," Pei Weijin eagerly pushed her into the car, and the door slammed shut, making her tremble.
Yan Zhuoyu was jolted by the seatbelt buckle and was about to lash out when the man pressed down on her.
Her red lips were sealed by a burning kiss filled with anger, and the taste of blood quickly filled their mouths.
Yan Zhuoyu's anger flared up from the kiss, so she bent her knee and pressed it against his lower abdomen, biting his tongue hard. Pei Weijin winced in pain and finally let go of her.
A small flame burned in her eyes as she subconsciously wiped her lips: "Pei Weijin, what's wrong with you in the middle of the night!"
Pei Weijin's eyes darkened further when he saw her action.
"Mrs. Pei thinks I'm dirty?" The low, husky voice echoed in the enclosed space, carrying an undeniable aggressiveness.
Pei Weijin wrapped his large hand around Yan Zhuoyu's ankle and pulled her towards him, their bodies instantly pressed together.
Yan Zhuoyu could feel the sensation coming from her lower abdomen, which was much harder than the seatbelt buckle.
She came down in a hurry, wearing only a slip dress, which made her look particularly vulnerable.
Pei Weijin's eyes reddened, and with a tearing sound, the thin fabric of his clothes ripped, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin.
Yan Zhuoyu felt a chill and instinctively curled up, trying to cover herself.
"Have you been fucking hooking up? Get out of here, this is a garage!"
Her strength was no match for the man's; Pei Weijin used a little force to flip her over and pin her against the car window.
Yan Zhuoyu was unaware that the car's windows had been replaced with special privacy glass, making it impossible for outsiders to see anything. However, being squeezed and having her hands tied behind her back was truly humiliating.
The soft hem of her trousers was hooked up at her waist, and a man's voice came from behind her.
"Lift your legs."
Yan Zhuoyu didn't move, but instead threatened him: "If President Pei wants to be in the social news, he doesn't have to do it this way."
Pei Weijin's attitude did not soften. He simply leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Mrs. Pei, did you do it with him in the car?"
The next second, the little bow on the hem of her pants was tossed onto the leather mat inside the car.