Anger and pity
Sunday, cafe.
The overall black and gold decoration style appears calm and elegant, and the gentle music adds a touch of romance and ambiguity to certain spaces.
This coffee shop has been open in Dixing for hundreds of years. The ingredients and craftsmanship used are extremely sophisticated, and the baristas have passed down their skills from master to apprentice from generation to generation, so it is very famous.
When the barista heard the waiter say that Wei Shao asked if there was any wine, his face changed on the spot. He glanced at the gender displayed on Wei Shao's order information, and forced himself to suppress the displeasure on his face.
Another male insect looking for trouble.
He personally came over and asked Wei Shao in a gentle voice, "What kind of wine would you like?"
Wei Shaoben asked casually, but when he saw the barista, he realized that this coffee shop probably didn't serve alcohol. He apologized, "Sorry, I don't come here often. I'll just have a cup of iced coffee and a signature snack."
The barista was stunned, looked at him, and turned away.
A moment later, the waiter came over with two drinks. Wei Shao was in a daze and looked down in shock: "I don't think I ordered this?"
“This is from our barista.”
Wei Shao sniffed the drink next to the iced coffee and smelled a faint aroma of wine and milk.
The taste was weird, but it was just what Wei Shao wanted. He didn't sleep well last night, and drinking coffee now gave him a physical headache and nausea.
"Thanks."
He sat in the corner, took a sip, and looked through the gap in the decorative wall at the thin young man who walked in.
Wei Shao lowered his eyes and wrote -10 on a blank card beside the table.
Let Philo arrive first, deduct points.
Wei Shao sat there for ten minutes, but still hadn't waited for the so-called second male lead to show up. Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer and sent a message to Fei Luo: [Has he arrived? 】
He sent another message to Ji Peiyan: [Is this the arrangement you mentioned? 】Picture: Philo sitting alone at the table.
Ji Peiyan: [There may be a traffic jam, don't worry. 】
[Wait two more minutes, if you don’t come, I will take Philo home. 】
He must be crazy to think Ji Peiyan is reliable. This second male lead is probably not as good as his classmates.
Ji Peiyan: […You are becoming more and more rude. 】
Wei Shao: [Haha. 】
Philo also replied to him: [Arrived. 】
Wei Shao lowered his head to look at the terminal, then raised his eyes to look at the empty opposite side of Philo: [He... is here? 】
【Um. 】
[So fast?] 】
Wei Shao continued to look up and down: [What are you drinking? 】
Philo raised his hand and took a cup of latte: [Latte. 】
What about him? 】
[Same as me.] 】
You're telling lies with your eyes open, right?
Wei Shao's cheeks twitched, and he almost laughed out of anger.
Wei Shao: [Ji Peiyan, let me tell you that the second male lead doesn’t need to come. Fei Luo and I will be going back first. 】
Ji Peiyan didn't reply. Just as Wei Shao was about to get up, he was pulled back by a hand.
"season……"
"Shh..." Ji Peiyan appeared from behind the decorative wall and gently covered Wei Shao's mouth. "Now that you're here, what do you want to do?"
Wei Shao looked at him coldly: "Your infatuated male second is late."
"Filo isn't in a hurry, so why are you?" Ji Peiyan pressed Wei Shao's shoulder and asked him to sit down, "Don't be so enthusiastic..."
Ji Peiyan smiled and was about to speak when he was interrupted by Wei Shao: "Then why are you so enthusiastic?"
"Don't tell me you're the author who wants him to be good," Wei Shao stared at him. "I believed this a couple of days ago, but now I don't believe a word of it. Why do you care so much about him?"
He agreed to introduce Cyril to Philo, in large part because Cyril's female father was just an ordinary salesman who had nothing to do with the royal family, and then because of the pheromone concentration and infatuation that Ji Peiyan had been advocating.
Ji Peiyan's appearance today deepened his suspicions.
Seeing his unfriendly look, Ji Peiyan said helplessly: "Can you please not be so hostile to me?"
"What if I say that the key to returning home lies with Philo?"
Wei Shao suddenly raised his eyes: "What?"
Ji Peiyan sighed: "In fact, when I met you that day, I guessed that you probably couldn't see the progress bar."
Wei Shao frowned and looked at him.
Ji Peiyan pulled over the small card on the table used to collect customer feedback and drew two progress bars on it.
Career line perfection: ——
Love line perfection: -
Ji Peiyan pointed at the air in front of him: "It's right here."
Wei Shao's brows were tightly furrowed, and it was hard to tell from his expression whether he believed it or not.
"There are only two progress bars, no system and no tasks, and the emotional line is so perfect," Ji Peiyan held his chin, "I was entangled for a long time and didn't dare to change the plot rashly. Until these two years... I saw that there was no movement in Fei Luo's emotional line, and then I was sure what this emotional line meant."
Under Wei Shao's suspicious gaze, he said firmly: "As long as we can deal with Fei Luo's emotional life, we will have a chance to go back."
“Ring, ring, ring…”
The door of the cafe was pushed open, and a man in a black casual shirt came in. He was about the same height as Wei Shao, and Wei Shao couldn't even tell for a moment whether he was a male or female insect.
The shirt has a V-neck, and the skin exposed at the neckline contrasts sharply with the color of the fabric. It has a narrow waist and broad shoulders, and its appearance is outstanding.
The only difference was that his hair was not the light blond color as shown in the photo, but a darker brown than Philo's.
"How about it? Isn't he incredibly handsome?" Ji Peiyan blinked at Wei Shao.
Wei Shao ignored Ji Peiyan's nonsense and asked directly: "Who is this?"
Ji Peiyan said seriously: "Cyril, he dyed his hair recently."
The man had sat down opposite Philo with a clear purpose, and Wei Shao could only see his profile.
He doesn't look like Cyril in the photo.
He stared at Philo and the man for two seconds, and suddenly realized something.
This is Kviyi, Cyril's brother.
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"haven't seen you for a long time."
Kwei sat down opposite Philo, and with a smile he cast his eyes on the flat corners of Philo's lips.
Philo let go of the spoon, and the handle of the spoon made a sound on the wall of the cup: "I remember that the person I want to meet today is not Your Excellency."
Kwei's eyes swept over Philo's smooth shoulder and neck lines and strong bony forearms inch by inch, and he raised his eyebrows slightly: "Yes, Cyril was very happy for a long time when he heard that you wanted to see him, but he was quite modest. When he heard that I, his brother, also wanted to come and see you, he took the initiative to offer to make up for himself. Admiral, are you not happy to see me?"
He whispered softly, "I specifically asked for a marriage from your majesty, but the general refused without a second thought. I am so sad."
Philo looked at him coldly.
Kweiyi seemed not to notice his disgust, and suddenly moved closer, his voice very aggrieved: "Does the Admiral really want to be my female brother?"
"Your Excellency the Duke, please respect yourself." Philo stared at him expressionlessly, word by word.
Kweiyi's smile faded little by little: "Self-respect?"
"Philo, your words really make me sad..." Kwei sighed, "I was obviously the one who met you first, why did you have to be so defensive against me and treat that brat differently?"
"If you marry me, you will be a high and mighty duke, but you won't be treated so well if you marry others."
"If you are not feeling well, go see a doctor." Philo stood up suddenly, "I'll take my leave now."
Kweiyi grabbed his wrist, narrowed his eyes and said, "It's not a good idea to be summoned and dismissed at will, Philo."
Philo wanted to break free from his shackles - which should have been an easy thing to do, but his body suddenly went limp, and a feeling of heat and discomfort arose from deep within.
He held onto Zhuo Yan, and Kweiyi subconsciously supported him.
Kweiyi raised an eyebrow subtly.
It happens again.
From the moment he first saw Philo in the Imperial Star Bar two years ago, he discovered the beauty and uniqueness of this female soldier and couldn't help but want to get closer to her.
So much so that when he received that suggestive email, his first reaction was not to doubt the other party's motives, but excitement.
Irresistible excitement.
He leaned close to Philo's ear and said, "Admiral, you hate me so much... What if we already have an engagement...?"
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"Calm down!" Ji Peiyan lowered his voice and held Wei Shao tightly, "Look, Fei Luo is not angry at all, what will it look like if you rush up to him?"
Wei Shao glared at him sinisterly: "Let go."
Ji Peiyan's hands trembled: "Wei Shao, calm down, they are destined to be together, don't interfere, do you want to watch Fei Luo being tortured to death by the violent bloodline..."
Wei Shao closed his eyes, not wanting to continue arguing with him, and said in a hoarse voice: "Fei Luo doesn't look well. Let's talk about this later. I want to take him home first."
"If he's not feeling well, he and Keweiyi will feel better in a while," Ji Peiyan gritted his teeth and said, "Your home is not here either, Wei Shao, have you forgotten who you are? We are human beings, not insects, and we don't belong to this world."
"Ji Peiyan," Wei Shao's tone suddenly dropped, "It's your business to make plans for your return home. I can only blame myself for being stupid for getting screwed by you today."
Wei Shao stared at him and said word by word: "Fei Luo is my friend, who the hell are you? Don't force me to say more unpleasant things, get out of here."
Ji Peiyan fell back heavily on the chair, and after a while he murmured: "It's a mess... It's all fucking messed up..."
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Kviyi half-hugged Philo as they walked out of the cafe and turned directly into the parking lot.
Philo was so weak that he had no strength left in his body and his face was flushed. Kviyi's driver saw them from a distance, hurried over and took Philo into the car.
"Duke, where are you going?"
Kweiyi stroked Filo's cheek and chuckled, "Let's go back to the manor."
"Go back to your mother!" A strong force pulled the back collar, and Kweiyi was pulled out of the back seat and thrown to the ground.
Wei Shao kicked him in the abdomen, and not feeling satisfied, he punched him hard again.
The driver standing nearby was so frightened that he was about to call the police, but Wei Shao pinned him to the ground and beat him up.
Wei Shao tied the dying Kweiyi and the driver's hands behind their backs and stuffed them into the trunk. He then took off their terminals and threw them on the driver's seat. He took off his coat, wrapped up the burning Philo, and carried him out of the parking lot.
He carried Philo into a taxi, and the driver asked Wei Shao where he was going without even looking at him.
"Go to the hospital." Wei Shao said stiffly.
Fei Luo in his arms suddenly moved, searching for something on his body. Wei Shao didn't know if he was still conscious, so he could only lower his head and ask softly, "What do you want?"
Philo ignored him and continued searching, his lips moving as if he was saying something.
Wei Shao moved closer and finally heard what he said.
"The inhibitor...give it to me."
"Master," Wei Shao took a deep breath and changed his words, "Let's go to the nearest hotel."
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