Chapter 4
It was rare for Shen Yizhi to resonate with Pei Yanhe's thoughts. She patted him on the shoulder approvingly and said, "Pei Shanshan, I declare a truce with you this week to celebrate our first consensus!"
Pei Yanhe didn't bother to correct her for calling him by his nickname. He gave her a half-smile and said jokingly, "Thank you so much, Master Zhizhi."
Lord Zhizhi.
Shen Yizhi's scalp tingled, and Pei Yanhe's voice was as mellow and deep as a cello, which was inexplicably captivating.
She stood a little distance away as if nothing had happened, twitched her arms slightly, trying to ignore the discomfort, and uttered two words stiffly: "It's nothing."
Pei Yanhe noticed the slightly red tips of her ears hidden behind her hair, with a smile in his eyes. He then saw her rubbing her arms, frowned, slowly put his phone in his pocket, stood up and walked out.
Shen Yizhi looked at his back as he walked out, feeling a little confused but not asking.
After a while, Pei Yanhe returned to the box with a black shawl in his hand.
Pei Yanhe sat back in his original position and threw her into Shen Yizhi's arms. His dark eyes seemed to see a hole in her, "Why didn't you say anything about Leng?"
The air conditioning in the box was not turned on very low, and Chen Yizhi was wearing clothes that exposed her arms, legs and shoulders, so it was hard not to worry that she was cold.
In fact, Shen Yizhi didn't feel cold. She put the shawl on her legs without covering herself with a reluctant expression on her face. "I'm not cold, I don't want to cover myself."
"Besides, a weasel is paying New Year's greetings to a chicken. Who knows what good intentions you have."
“…”
Pei Yanhe leaned against the sofa, tilted his head to look at her, and almost laughed out of anger. After a while, he said indifferently: "If you don't want to get cold hands when you are old, just cover them up."
Pei Yanhe understood her lifeblood. No one valued her hands more than Shen Yizhi. These were the most precious and priceless treasure for a painter.
Shen Yizhi's soft spot was touched. If she was really cold, would she still be able to paint? She hurriedly draped it over her shoulders, wrapping it tightly to cover her exposed shoulders.
Pei Yanhe snorted lightly.
Chen Jinyang was ignored again. Shang Kuoheng said: "..."
They finally discovered that when these two people quarreled, they really quarreled, and when they got along with each other, they really had their own barriers, and others could not get involved at all.
He has been like this since he was a child.
Chen Jinyang held a cigarette between his fingers but didn't light it. He suddenly asked, "Pei Yanhe, why didn't the girl named Cheng Zhuhan who has been pursuing you for a month come today?"
Pei Yanhe's dark eyes moved to Shen Yizhi, who was bored and browsing her phone beside him. She seemed not to hear his words, and seemed not interested, without any reaction at all.
He raised the corner of his lips and answered casually: "I must know?"
Seeing his nonchalant look, I almost forgot that Pei Yanhe is a complete sexual apathizer. To this day, I have never seen him in a relationship, and I have never heard him mention the girl he likes.
There were many people who pursued him when he was a student, and his drawer was filled with love letters like wholesale, always in stacks.
Chen Jinyang asked out of curiosity, but lost interest the next second. He threw the cigarette on the table and pulled Shang Kuoheng to the pool table. Before leaving, he asked Chen Yizhi.
Shen Yizhi looked up from her phone, yawned sleepily, and shook her head, “I don’t want to play.”
Chen Jinyang cast an inquiring gaze at Pei Yanhe, who replied with a dull expression, "No."
After getting the answer, I ignored them and went to play by myself.
After a whole day of flying, Chen Yizhi's back ached and her eyelids were about to droop. Just when she yawned for the third time.
Pei Yanhe suddenly asked: "Tired?"
Shen Yizhi's eyes were misty, flickering in the dim light, and his slightly startled expression was a little soft, "A little."
It's rare that I didn't choke him. It seems he is really tired.
Pei Yanhe lowered his crossed legs, stood up, and glanced at her with sharp eyes. "Let's go. I'll take you home."
This time, Shen Yizhi did not resist. She folded her shawl in her arms, said a few words to Chen Jinyang and the others, and then walked out of the bamboo garden with Pei Yanhe.
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Shen Yizhi lived in Mingjing Bay, which was the place where Shen's father and Pei's father later discussed moving out of the compound.
So Pei Yanhe and she not only went the same way, but also lived next door to each other, and their villas were just across the street.
However, although Mingjing Bay has good air quality, its location is too remote and it takes half an hour to get to the city center. This is why Shen Yizhi wants to move out after graduation.
It's just that her beloved parents have separation anxiety towards their beloved daughter, and have never agreed to her proposal.
Pei Yanhe had sent someone to send Shen Yizhi's luggage back to Mingjing Bay. When she got home, she didn't even pack her luggage. After washing up, she fell asleep on the bed.
Finally, I woke up early in the morning because of jet lag.
The villa is designed in fresh and warm colors. The sharp corners of the furniture are equipped with anti-collision strips. In the living room on the first floor, there is a mural of the family portrait of the three members of the business family. Father Shen has a handsome and kind face, Mother Shen is gentle and generous, and the girl in the middle has young and tender facial features. She has a bright smile on her lips and looks happy.
The wall of the stairs leading to the second floor is decorated with a row of paintings by Chen Yizhi, which have evolved from their casual initial style to their increasingly mature and unique style.
Shen Yizhi came down from the second floor. With nothing to do, he packed several large pieces of luggage. It took him an hour and he was already exhausted and out of breath, his stomach growling with hunger.
Only then did she remember the bad news.
The nanny and driver at home are a middle-aged couple. They both took leave until the end of the month because of family matters.
No one cooked for Shen Yizhi.
Shen Yizhi is a real kitchen killer. She can almost burn down the kitchen while cooking the simplest egg noodles.
She tried to find some fast food at home, but she forgot that her mother hated fast food very much, and found nothing.
It happened that at this time my mother Tan Huiya sent me a message.
【Zhizhi, have you eaten? 】
There are no branches today: [Not yet]
Shen Yizhi's WeChat name comes from the time when she was studying in the UK. Ms. Tan Huiya was always worried about whether she had eaten and asked her no less than ten times a day. Later, in order to make it easier for her to know, she simply changed her WeChat name to this.
It was a pun with a bit of a cold joke, and Shen Yizhi even posted a message on his Moments to show off his intelligence.
Ms. Tan Huiya: [Why haven't you eaten yet?]
Why else could he do that? Shen Yizhi grabbed a handful of his black hair, and after a moment of distress, an idea suddenly came to his mind.
The next second, he walked out of the yard without hesitation.
Cross the road.
He pressed the doorbell three times politely as a notification, then entered the password skillfully and strode in.
"Pei Yanhe."
Shen Yizhi stood in the living room decorated in a single high-end color scheme. It was so lonely and empty that she could even hear her own voice.
Is there no one?
Where did he go?
Shen Yizhi secretly complained to himself, and was about to pick up the phone to make a call when he heard footsteps on the stairs.
When I looked up, I saw Pei Yanhe in black silk pajamas walking down the stairs gracefully, his hair slightly disheveled, one hand in his pocket, and the V-neckline revealing his restrained and sexy collarbone.
The whole body has a sharp and indifferent temperament, and the poison man's peach blossom eyes are raised lazily.
The sound gradually grew louder and closer.
Shen Yizhi looked dazed for a moment, and didn't even notice that the unlit lighthouse deep in his heart crackled twice.
It's like an underpowered electric wire, or a heartbeat like a drum.
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