Disagree? My husband has a mouth, there was no misunderstanding at all!

Chapter 78 "Miss Yan, snap out of it! Can you check which muscle I haven't worked out prop

After sending the message, Yan Zhuoyu listened to other people chatting listlessly. Occasionally, when the topic turned to her, she would reply with a few words and a smile.

According to the schedule that Secretary Meng usually sends her, Pei Weijin should have just gotten off work at this time and be on his way home, with plenty of time to clean up his mess.

Sure enough, Pei Weijin deleted all the replies on his Moments within a minute.

[The Queen's Man: Sorry, I didn't know that was what I meant. I was misled by Fu Zhuchen. I've already deleted the post on WeChat Moments, and I've reposted it.]

As always, President Pei adopted the red envelope strategy, sending out three red envelopes in a row.

However, Yan Zhuoyu was immune to this kind of offensive. What interested her more was where Pei Weijin had stolen these memes from.

[The Queen's Man: [Long Live the Emperor.JPG]]

A few seconds later, Pei Weijin added another message: "Don't not buy me a gift. If not a watch, you can buy me a suit. If all else fails, you can draw one for me on paper."

Yan Zhuoyu smiled and replied with a few words: 【You're the imposing president of the Pei Group, so why do you always act so pitiful in front of me, as if I'm always bullying you?】

[Also, isn't it a bit too perfunctory to use my money to send me red envelopes to appease me? Mr. Pei, your apology should be more sincere~]

Fan Wenran, sitting to her right, kept glancing sideways.

It's hard not to be attracted to a stunningly beautiful woman sitting next to her, especially since Yan Meiren is smiling so sweetly.

As for what can make someone smile so sweetly without even realizing it, Fan Wenran believes it's only love.

Fan Wenran really wanted to know who Yan Zhuoyu was chatting with, and whether it was that person.

Yan Zhuoyu suddenly looked up at her, and Fan Wenran quickly rested her chin on her hand, forcibly hiding the smile that she couldn't suppress.

Having learned from her previous experience in the practice room, Yan Zhuoyu turned on the front-facing camera and looked at herself after sending the message.

Sure enough, she always laughs whenever she chats with Pei Weijin!

What are you laughing at?!

Sometimes, her mood would even improve as soon as she got home and saw Pei Weijin; it was like a terrifying magic.

Yan Zhuoyu pursed her lips, trying to control her expression, and the WiFi indicator in the upper right corner of her phone screen showed two bars again.

The chat window indicates that the other party is typing.

buzz-

After much deliberation, Pei Weijin finally replied to the message: 【Baby. 】

Yan Zhuoyu's carefully maintained composure about her facial expressions crumbled again.

She hurriedly turned off her phone, tried to remain calm, and looked up, but her fair cheeks and earlobes were already flushed. She picked up the orange juice in front of her and took a few sips to calm her racing heart.

Tan Wenbo was about to speak to Yan Zhuoyu when he saw her slightly flushed cheeks and froze: "Teacher Yan, you get drunk even from orange juice with pulp..."

Yan Zhuoyu: "..."

She pointed to the fan in the corner: "I can't stand the heat, and my face gets hot easily when I eat in the summer."

Fan Wenran nodded in agreement: "That's right! There's no air conditioning in this room, and it's only around 30 degrees Celsius. It's too hot for a large group of people to eat together!"

As she spoke, she picked up a small fan with an advertisement printed on it and fanned herself.

Tan Wenbo immediately felt guilty: "Oh, everyone, you've all worked so hard. After today, let's speed things up and wrap up early. I'll definitely treat everyone to a good meal when we finish filming!"

"Come on, let's have a toast." A male actor raised his glass in support.

Amidst the banter, the topic of "Teacher Yan getting drunk from drinking juice" was quickly moved on.

Yan Zhuoyu confidently finished the rest of the juice, completely unaware that her clumsy excuse had already been thoroughly exposed by Fan Wenran beside her.

As soon as the disposable plastic cup was empty, Fan Wenran chuckled and picked up a bottle of orange juice with pulp to refill the cup of her favorite CP (couple) drink.

Yan Zhuoyu adjusted her cup: "Thank you..."

This time, she pursed her lips tightly and opened the chat box with Pei Weijin again.

However, after delivering that bombshell message, the other party fell silent.

Yan Zhuoyu remained silent, but typed rapidly.

[I am the Emperor: Is this how you apologize to me?]

"My beloved consort, this little bit of sincerity is hard for me to forgive."

[You're not responsible after calling the baby?]

【? ? ? 】

……

After sending more than ten messages without receiving a response, Yan Zhuoyu's expression turned unfriendly.

Fan Wenran suddenly stood up, holding up her phone and muttering, "Strange, I was playing a game, how come the internet suddenly stopped working?"

Tan Wenbo opened another bottle of wine: "The signal is good at the hotel. Everything for tomorrow has been arranged. You guys can go back and rest after you finish eating. It's cooler upstairs. Let's have a few more drinks."

Fan Wenran responded, packed her things, and turned to ask Yan Zhuoyu, "Sister Yan, can you come back with me? I'm a little scared to go alone."

Yan Zhuoyu's heart skipped a beat; this was exactly what she wanted. She quickly packed her belongings and called her assistants to go to the hotel together.

She thought she should give Pei Weijin a chance, preferably because the network card prevented her from receiving the next reply.

Otherwise, she would...

I'm not going to wear that couple's watch anymore!

Yan Zhuoyu returned to her room with a triumphant air, and the WiFi signal was back to full strength.

The dozen or so messages that were spinning had already been sent out, and Pei Weijin replied as expected.

[Baby, I heard from your colleagues that your ideal type is a man who is 187cm tall, two years older than you, fluent in French, will let you know when he goes out after marriage, likes to wear matching watches, and is in good shape.]

[You've personally verified the previous points, and I've even spoken French before. Today I was wearing the couple's watch you gave me. I just got off work and am working out at the private gym. Baby, do you want to check it?]

Let's see if I'm your ideal type.

……

There were three pieces of information in total, each more shocking than the last.

The air conditioner was set to 23 degrees Celsius, but Yan Zhuoyu's facial temperature remained at 39 degrees Celsius and continued to rise.

Fan Wenran very tactfully picked up a change of clothes: "Sister Yan, I'm going to take a shower. It might take a while, don't worry, I'll be fine in there."

Yan Zhuoyu really liked her so much that she needed some independent space to test her.

"Okay, just tell me if you need anything, I have brought a lot of things."

"No, no, I don't need anything." Fan Wenran added before closing the door, "I like to listen to music while showering, so I might not hear you calling me."

As the sound of running water came from the bathroom, Yan Zhuoyu put on her headphones and ran to Qiao Xinyun's room to make a phone call.

Pei Weijin answered the video call after it rang twice.

The scene was dimly lit, with a lingering, hazy mist that seemed to hang in the air, making you feel the lingering dampness even through the screen.

Yan Zhuoyu closed the door, stood by the window and rubbed her face: "How can I test it if it's so dark and I can't see anything?"

Pei Weijin's hand flashed across the screen, and his unique, cool voice came through the headphones, like a thin mist in a winter night.

"Hold on."

Pei Weijin placed the phone steadily on the shelf, and the light suddenly brightened.

Yan Zhuoyu muttered, "I'm here to check if you've worked out."

The screen swayed slightly, and the frosted door was filled with rising mist, faintly revealing the color and contours of the skin.

Pei Weijin was probably taking a shower when he was interrupted by a phone call, and he wasn't wearing a towel around his waist.

His wet, tousled hair clung to his forehead, water trickling down the ends and along his defined muscle lines. His back was broad and powerful, his waist muscles firm, and his blood was pumping even more after a workout; everything about him looked bigger than usual.

Pei Weijin's eyebrows and eyes were filled with a faint smile, his gray eyes suppressing a hidden heat, but his tone was polite and serious to the core.

"Miss Yan, snap out of it. Could you check which muscle I haven't worked out properly?"