Chapter 137 Sorry, He Has a Lover
Gradually, both of them found the rhythm and the speed became faster and faster.
"Would you like to take a break?" Shi Yanchen asked after riding for nearly twenty kilometers.
Pei Song shook his head: "I'm fine, but you, aren't you tired?"
Shi Yanchen raised his eyebrows: "Then continue."
MAX sat in a specially made chair, his ears fluttering in the wind, his eyes full of enjoyment behind his sunglasses.
As the sun rose higher, the temperature rose with it.
The two of them did not slow down at all, and they were speeding on the greenway, chasing each other.
After a turn, there is a long uphill section ahead.
"Be careful," Shi Yanchen reminded, "this section of the road is a bit steep."
Pei Song suddenly accelerated and passed him: "Then I'll go up and wait for you!"
Looking at the back of the man in tight cycling clothes in front of him, Shi Yanchen couldn't help but smile.
He adjusted the gear and followed closely.
The uphill section was longer than expected, and Pei Song's breathing gradually became heavy.
But he gritted his teeth and refused to slow down, fearing that he would be caught up by Shi Yanchen.
"Don't try so hard," Shi Yanchen's voice came from behind, "There's still a long way to go."
Pei Song didn't look back: "Stop talking nonsense and focus on riding your bike."
Finally reaching the top of the slope, both of them were sweating profusely.
Shi Yanchen took the kettle from the car and handed it to Pei Song: "Take a rest."
Pei Song took the water bottle and took a few gulps: "I thought you would ride worse than me."
"I didn't expect you to be such a good rider," Shi Yanchen wiped the sweat from his forehead.
The journey ahead is more challenging.
The winding mountain road went up and down, and neither of them was willing to give up, and they always maintained a fast speed.
The sun had already reached its highest point, and both of them had already ridden for more than 40 kilometers.
"Are you okay?" Shi Yanchen asked.
Pei Song wiped his sweat and said, "You don't want to persuade me to give up, do you?"
"How could that be?" Shi Yanchen said with a smile, "I'm just afraid that you'll work too hard."
"Don't worry," Pei Song stepped into the car, "I won't let you look down on me."
Halfway through the ride, the two couldn't hold on any longer and stopped at a rest area.
"My legs are going to break," Pei Song slumped on the bench, "Are you okay?"
Shi Yanchen handed over a bottle of water: "It's OK, just a little thirsty." He also poured some water for MAX, "But this guy was looking at the scenery all the way, much more relaxed than us."
As he was talking, a young man came over and asked, "Handsome guy, can I take a photo with your dog?"
Shi Yanchen nodded and stood up to help adjust MAX's posture.
"Are you professional athletes?" the man asked while taking photos, his eyes glued to Shi Yanchen, "Would you like to add WeChat? We can arrange to ride together at any time."
Shi Yanchen frowned and was about to refuse, but Pei Song put down the water bottle and said with a smile: "Sorry, he has someone."
The man was stunned for a moment, smiled awkwardly, turned around to leave, but suddenly turned back: "What about you? You look handsome when you ride a bike, do you want to add WeChat?"
Shi Yanchen's face immediately darkened: "He has a boyfriend too." His tone was so cold that it could freeze ice.
MAX barked at the right moment, and the man left in embarrassment.
"This guy is quite persistent," Pei Song said with a smile, "He chases after everyone he sees."
"Are people nowadays so ungrateful?" Shi Yanchen was still angry.
"Okay, okay, everyone has left." Pei Song patted his shoulder. "Besides, we are still approached even when we look so tired, which shows that our charm has not diminished."
Shi Yanchen stood up and asked, "Have you rested enough? Continue riding?"
The afternoon sun was still scorching, but the passion of the two remained undiminished.
The scenery along the way gradually changed from city to suburbia, with a faint scent of flowers floating in the air.
Every time we arrived at a rest stop, people would come over and ask to take photos with MAX.
Children especially like the small helmet on its head and compete to touch its hair.
MAX raised his head proudly, as if to say "Come on, take as many photos as you want."
"Your dog is so cool," a little boy said excitedly, "He looks like a movie star!"
MAX shook his fur proudly, and the look behind his sunglasses seemed to say "Of course".
The 80-kilometer milestone was soon reached. Both were exhausted, but neither was willing to give up.
"There are still twenty kilometers to go," Shi Yanchen glanced at the stopwatch, "Do you want to take a break?"
Pei Song shook his head: "We have ridden so far, why stop here?"
The last twenty kilometers are the most difficult.
The fatigue was growing stronger and stronger, but both of them gritted their teeth and persevered with willpower.
Finally, the familiar starting point appeared before our eyes.
"We really did it!" Pei Song shouted excitedly.
Shi Yanchen glanced at the stopwatch: "A full 100 kilometers." He turned to look at Pei Song, "You really gave me a lot of surprises."
Pei Song leaned on the handlebars and panted: "You too, I thought the president couldn't hold on for so long."
"Let's go," Shi Yanchen said, "I'll take you to eat something. I know a great noodle shop nearby."
Pei Song stopped him and said, "Wait a minute."
"What's wrong?"
"I want to take a picture," Pei Song took out his phone, "to commemorate our first family bike ride."
Shi Yanchen pulled him into his arms and held up his phone: "Okay, let's keep it as a souvenir for our future selves."
In the photo, both of them were sweating and looked tired but smiling.
MAX sat upright in his seat, his sunglasses reflecting the light of the setting sun, like a real star.
On the way home, MAX fell asleep in the back seat, and the two owners were too tired to talk.
"Will you ride it again in the future?" Pei Song asked.
"Of course," Shi Yanchen said with a smile, "but I have to practice more in advance next time."
Pei Song has closed his eyes: "Well... wait until I wake up."
Shi Yanchen looked at the person who had fallen asleep in the passenger seat, then glanced at MAX in the rearview mirror, and the corners of his mouth rose involuntarily.
Even though I was extremely tired, everything was perfect with my loved ones by my side and loyal MAX by my side.
A few days later, when Pei's father came to SNK Building for the first time to attend a supplier meeting, Pei Song arrived at the company half an hour early.
When he met Zhou Feng in the elevator, he nodded politely: "Thank you for your hard work today."
Zhou Feng agreed: "Don't worry, I will take care of it."
At nine o'clock, representatives of suppliers arrived one after another.
Pei Song stood in front of the glass curtain wall of the hall and saw from afar his father, Special Assistant Zhao and other company executives walking in.
Father Pei, dressed in a suit and tie, looked much more energetic, but the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes still could not hide his fatigue.
The father and son's eyes met in the air, and then quickly looked away.
Father Pei simply nodded at him indifferently and followed Zhou Feng to the meeting room.
Shi Yanchen came up behind him at some point and said, "Go to the office. Zhou Feng is in charge here."
Pei Song turned around silently, but heard his father say to Assistant Zhao: "Look at the rules of SNK. Even their own sons have to avoid suspicion. We have to learn from them."
This sentence made Pei Song pause, but he finally followed Shi Yanchen into the elevator.
In the elevator, Shi Yanchen held his hand: "Your father is praising you."
"I know." Pei Song forced a smile. "I used to think my father was too indecisive, but now I understand how difficult it is to stick to the bottom line in the business world."
Shi Yanchen held his slightly stiff fingers in his palm: "Your father can say this, which means he is also growing up."
"Well," Pei Song said softly, "he has become stronger than before."
Shi Yanchen looked at his slightly relieved yet somewhat lonely face and changed the subject: "There are still two months and three days before we can get the marriage certificate."
Pei Song was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "You are still counting the days?"
"Of course," Shi Yanchen said as a matter of course, "every day since returning from City M is being counted."
Pei Song turned his head to look at him and found that this man who was usually in charge of everything actually had a bit of excitement in his eyes, as if he was back to the day when he lined up in the City Hall of M City.
"Don't worry," he said. "There's plenty of time to go."
"I know," Shi Yanchen squeezed his hand, "but I just can't help but look forward to it."
Pei Song was amused by him, and the slight sense of loss in his heart was gradually replaced by warmth.