Can you take me away

Chapter 13

"Pei Yan, I hate you."

The boy said these words gently and coldly.

But it was clearly buzzing in the brain, and it was blank.

Pei Yan's hands were empty, and it took several seconds to realize that the phone had been dropped.

The mobile phone with the screen on is in the narrow gap between the car seat and the door. He anxiously fished it out, and smashed it in with five fingers, ignoring the narrow gaps and parts blocking it.

He himself didn't know how to buckle the phone out of such a narrow gap. His red hands grabbed the phone and put it next to his ear and whispered: "Qifeng!

" The sound of hanging up the phone.

Pei Yan pressed the dull pain in his chest, and dialed Qi Feng's number again without any thought.

Qi Feng didn't evade on purpose, he quickly picked up the phone, and still said calmly: "My address has been sent to you, you can come whenever you want." Is that right

? He didn't notice the message from Qi Feng.

He doesn't care anymore.

What he cares more about is...

"You hate me? Is it because of the audition?"

Pei Yan's chest bent slightly because of the pain in his heart, and he leaned on the steering wheel, explaining in a hoarse and anxious voice: "That's an advertisement A few people in the department changed it temporarily, I don't know! If you are angry because of this, you, you..."

He paused, not knowing what to say, and it took a long time to say: "... ..you wait for me at home, I'll go find you."

"Understood."

After hearing his explanation, Qi Feng also heard his impatience. As if knowing his reckless character, he sighed and said: "You are on the way, drive slowly."

The voice was slow and low.

Like a stream of pure and cool ice spring water, flowing through the burning heart, soothing the pain and impatience in the chest,

Pei Yan finally realized one thing.

After Qi Feng appeared, he suffered from heartaches, and every time it was severe, it was because of Qi Feng.

Every time the pain is mild, it is also because of him.

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Pei Yan arrived later than Qi Feng expected.

Fang Cheng opened the door for Pei Yan and invited him in.

Qi Feng was plucking the strings under the orchid stand on the balcony, wearing a set of plain loose and soft clothes, he looked more peaceful and casual. That pair of beautiful eyes looked at him clear and calm, and there was still no trace of emotional fluctuations.

Pei Yan suppressed her heartbeat and walked slowly towards him.

Along the way, he just wanted to see the boy soon.

But when he actually saw it, he opened his mouth but didn't know what to say, but his anxious heart calmed down a bit.

"Sit down."

The boy plucked the strings with lowered eyes, and said calmly and casually, as if he was talking to an old friend he has known for a long time.

Pei Yan pursed his lower lip, sat down on the rattan chair beside the boy, leaned slightly towards the boy and asked in a low voice: "Are you still angry about the audition?"

Qi Feng's fingers on the strings of the piano slightly stopped.

"I really didn't arrange the audition, but I can guarantee that the admission will be you. If you are angry because of this..."

Pei Yan frowned and didn't know what to say next.

He was actually worried about how to coax people well.

The man's speechless Adam's apple rolled up and down, and finally coughed lightly, and continued: "I said before, if you follow me, I will not let you suffer. This sentence will not change." "I will urge

them Hurry up and sign the contract with you, and Tang Jun will notify you in a few days..." "

I understand, there is no need to explain."

Qi Feng lightly interrupted him, but still did not look at him.

Pei Yan's heart skipped a beat, and the boy finally responded to him.

Pei Yan moved closer to him again, his body seemed to be away from the boy's thin shoulder, and he asked in a dark voice: "Still, are you still angry?" It was a low coaxing

tone and dark expectant eyes.

Qi Feng glanced at him, cold and bright, but not angry.

Pei Yan took the boy's hand on the strings and said, "I also brought you a gift, come and see."

He took out another black paper bag from his hand, which contained a box with full texture. Above the box is a piece of model logo.

"You don't seem to have a car."

Pei Yan took out the key from the box and put it in Qi Feng's hand: "I checked the car models that artists often use, and I bought one for you and gave it to you." Qi Feng looked at the black car in his

hand The square key raised his eyes in surprise.

Pei Yan suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, rubbed his nose and said, "I bought it before, and I just brought it back just now. It's not because of the audition..." After finishing

speaking, he felt that this sentence was too redundant.

He always remembered the first time he met Qi Feng, Qi Feng's expression when he saw the car in the parking lot. So after he established a relationship with Qi Feng, he bought the car for the boy.

Taking it out now is not because of the audition to coax him, but a gift that I have wanted to give for a long time. But vaguely, I still hope that the boy will relieve the tension of the audition because of the gift.

"Such a gift..."

Qi Feng was a little hesitant: "It's too expensive."

Fang Cheng happened to come over with a brewed black tea, and when he saw the gift Qi Feng got, he was so surprised that he almost spilled the tea.

He saw the logo and model of the car, and it was a luxury car that was very suitable for an artist to be a 'nanny car'. And this car is several grades higher than Ning Yufei's car!

"Xiaofeng has only debuted for more than a year, and all the money he earned has been used to pay the down payment of this house. He has never bought his own car. Every time he travels, he is fully armed and takes a taxi, which is very inconvenient." "Having a

car , I no longer have to worry about being recognized when I go out. Mr. Pei, thank you very much."

Fang Cheng feared that the introverted Qi Feng would be embarrassed to accept it, and urged him to hint: "Xiaofeng, thank you Mr. Pei soon. This is Mr. Pei's kindness."

Qi Feng lowered his eyes: "Thank you."

It is what Qi Feng needs.

It turns out that giving someone a gift can make him so relaxed.

Pei Yan tentatively shook the boy's hand holding the key, and said, "The car is parked in my garage, you can drive it back anytime."

Fang Cheng happily said, "Hey, I'll drive it back for Xiaofeng tomorrow.

" With that said, the doorbell rang.

Fang Cheng hurried to look, and saw a food delivery person on the monitor screen, he was surprised: "Xiaofeng, did you order food?" "It was me."

Pei

Yan shook the boy's slender hand, and said in a low voice He said in a low voice, "I ordered dinner for you."

He didn't even realize how soft his attitude was when he said this. The tone is coaxing in a low voice, and the dark eyes are still full of anticipation to see if the boy will be happy.

Fang Cheng was already too excited.

Qi Feng made an exception to get the endorsement from Donghai Investment, which already made him feel like he won hundreds of millions of dollars, and then he received a luxury car from Pei Yan.

Now I ordered takeaway for Qi Feng!

The details of life can reflect the patience of a person.

It turned out that Pei Yan would be so kind to Qi Feng, this was something he hadn't expected at all, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that Qi Feng had a bright future, and wrinkles appeared in the corners of his happy eyes.

He kept saying, "Thank you Mr. Pei, I'll go down and get it right away."

When he brought up two big bags of fragrant takeaway and put them on the dining table, his face gradually became embarrassed.

Pei Yan ordered the delicious takeaway, the hot spicy pot, spicy grilled fish, various skewers, boiled beef, etc. are all mouth-watering dishes.

But...

Pei Yan is very sensitive at the moment. He kept watching his words and expressions, and when he saw Fang Cheng's expression was not right, he quickly asked, "What's wrong?

" After the spicy pot, the throat is inflamed..."

"The throat is inflamed?"

Pei Yan was startled, then frowned, and reprimanded Fang Cheng in a sullen voice, "He can't eat spicy food, and you let the live broadcaster eat this, and so much!"

Fang Cheng: "I...I... "

Qi Feng: "It's my job, and it's none of his business."

Pei Yan's tone softened in an instant, "I thought you..."

He was still relaxed and high-spirited just now, but suddenly because of Qi Feng's voice Frustrated by something inflammatory. He was annoyed and sullen, and couldn't help feeling a little distressed.

Qi Feng ate very deliciously during the live broadcast that day, and his pretty face was stained with a layer of thin red and fine beads of sweat. Pei Yan thought that Qi Feng liked to eat that restaurant's dishes, so he ordered a lot on the way .

Fang Cheng was afraid of offending the big money owner, so he quickly explained: "Mr. Pei, Xiaofeng is in a difficult situation now. It is lucky to have an investor looking for him to live broadcast. Fortunately... he also got the endorsement of Meijia Boutique "

Pei Yan: "A restaurant's endorsement is worth a few dollars, don't do live broadcasts at his house in the future." "It's

late. I just signed a two-year contract with Mei Cuisine Boutique."

Qi Feng walked to the table and sat down calmly "Besides, I don't hate eating his food."

Pei Yan blocked Qi Feng's hand to open the takeaway box, and said, "Don't eat these, I'll order something else. What kind of cuisine do you like?"

Qi Feng Looking up at him, he chuckled softly: "I can really eat these."

The boy finally laughed,

Pei Yan opened his mouth dumb, and loosened his hands unconsciously.

But he still made a stop, and gave Fang Cheng the spiciest hot pot. Fang Cheng, who likes spicy food, sat in the living room and ate heartily.

Qi Feng really likes to eat these dishes.

The food here is very rich, and there are many delicacies that he has never eaten, and each dish is comparable to the delicacies of his era.

Especially the box of grilled skewers. He tasted a skewer of roast lamb with a bamboo stick. Various spices mixed with chili powder and sesame seeds made people appetite, spicy and delicious.

The takeaway that Pei Yan brought also included a box of fluffy scallion pancakes. When Qi Feng felt spicy, he took a bite. The softness of the wheat eased the pain of the spicy taste in his mouth, and his mouth was full of fragrance.

Pei Yan saw that he really liked to eat, so he didn't stop him.

He used clean chopsticks to push the peppers off the spicy grilled fish, peeled off the fish skin soaked in spicy flavor, and only took the freshest and tender white meat in the middle. , and added to Qi Feng: "This piece should not be so spicy, can you try it?"

Qi Feng held the scallion pancake in one hand and the skewer in the other, and he was reluctant to put it down.

He suddenly thought of something, smiled slightly between his brows, lowered his head and ate the piece of fish with Pei Yan's chopsticks.

It's really not spicy, and the meat is tender and melts in your mouth.

Pei Yan watched the boy slowly approach his chopsticks, his warm face rubbed against his back, and he opened his mouth to gently bite off the piece of fish.

His fingertips trembled, and he asked in a dark voice, "...is it spicy?"

Qi Feng: "It's okay."

Pei Yan suddenly felt that this scene seemed familiar, as if he had fed a boy like this before, without restraint, in a normal way Yes, as if they had such a relationship.

When is it?

Pei Yan's memory was blank, he only thought of the last time he fed the boy ice cream, and thought: it must be that time.

He continued to pick fish for the boy, and picked up another piece of tender fish and handed it to the boy's lips.

He hesitated, because he didn't know if the boy would be fed by him like before.

Qi Feng took it for granted, looked at the chopsticks with slightly lowered eyes, and lightly opened his moist lips to bite off the piece of meat, leaving a little oil stain on the mole under the boy's lips.

Pei Yan looked at the mole and swallowed, and asked secretly: "Aside from the audition, you...don't hate me, right?"

Qi Feng paused while eating, and met Pei Yan Yan's gaze turned away again.

Pei Yan was a little excited in his heart, suppressed and continued to ask: "When did you know me?"

Qi Feng lowered his head: "...very early."

"I have read your information, you came after you went to college City A, and I have gradually started to show up to the public since I entered Donghai Investment a year ago."

Pei Yan's eyes were sharp: "You said it was very early, a year ago? Where did you meet me?"

Qi Feng drank Taking a sip of ice water, "Is it important?"

Pei Yan was choked up by his words, "Didn't you take the initiative to find me that night because you knew me and wanted me to save you? You clearly knew what would happen But you are still looking for me. You are..."

Pei Yan's deep and dark eyes hid a trace of expectation, "You too, want to be with me, right?"

Qi Feng laughed dumbfounded: "It's not you Said, do you want to 'raise' me? You also said to make me obedient and not let me suffer."

That's right, the boy agreed to their relationship by saying this. But Pei Yan was even more blocked. He thought irritably: Forget it, we are all together anyway, so it doesn't matter.

He quickly thought of another reason why he came to Qi Feng in such a hurry, snorted and said: "Li Junzhuo is not a good person, don't provoke him. I also warned him, unless he wants to die. Move you. Don't renew the contract after the endorsement of Yipin Men's Clothing expires. I'll give you better resources."

Qi Feng didn't know why Pei Yan suddenly mentioned Li Junzhuo, he said 'um', and continued to eat.

Without violating the principle, he has always been very obedient.

Especially those who have been nice to him.

Pei Yan likes Qi Feng's appearance, subconsciously makes him think that Qi Feng should be a very good boy. Because Li Junzhuo's jealousy gradually dissipated.

He sat closer to the boy and said, "My dad has never liked people in the entertainment industry. It's your ability to make him value you at a glance. What did you tell him?" "Nothing? It's just

, It's just an ordinary greeting. I don't know Pei...Pei Dong..."

He hesitated a bit, and he didn't expect that even if Uncle Pei didn't know him, he would still say that when he saw him for the first time Protect his words.

"Don't be nervous, I'll praise you."

Pei Yan thought that Qi Feng was frightened by him, and smiled: "My dad is very good at knowing people. He can value you, which means that you are indeed unique, and it's not something you say on the Internet at all. It's like that."

Qi Feng still gave a low "hmm".

In the takeaway Pei Yan brought was a box of mousse lemon cakes. It is pinkish-yellow, topped with a layer of lemon pectin, which looks refreshing and inviting.

Qi Feng tried to take a bite with a small spoon, and the refreshing lemon flavor instantly opened up a new sense of taste, washing away the greasy food.

It was delicious, several times more delicious than the snacks on Shunxing Street that Pei Yan sneaked to Qifeng and sent to him back then.

He couldn't help eating spoonfuls, looking at the slow-moving, but couldn't hide his gluttonous expression, and soon a box of mousse cakes lost more than half.

Pei Yan never knew that watching people eat was such a pleasant thing. With a smile hidden in his voice, he said, "This is for two people." " Huh

?"

He didn't know whether to eat or not to eat the spoonful of cake: "Then, do you want to eat the rest?"

While speaking, the cake in the spoon fell, and Pei Yan caught the cake with sharp eyes and hands.

He pinched it to the boy's lips with his clean fingertips, and said, "If you like to eat, it's all yours."

The boy bit his tongue, sliding his tongue over his fingertips. As if on purpose, his teeth bit Pei Yan's fingertips hard when he bit down on the cake.

Pei Yan paused for breathing, and his fingertips trembled slightly, until the boy's teeth loosened and he stared blankly at the boy's lips. The bitten fingertips were tingling and numb, making him in a mess.

He turned sideways, lowered his head and whispered into the boy's ear, "Do you still...hate me?"

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