Chapter 62 I Can't Help It
Pei Song pursed his lips: "Mr. Zhou, I think we should talk about the project, about the budget of the intelligent system..."
The way he deliberately changed the subject made Zhou Feng smile and he didn't ask any more questions.
The sea breeze blew up the strands of hair on Pei Song's forehead. Pei Song subconsciously brushed his hair aside, and his eyes unconsciously drifted towards the screen of his mobile phone.
Shi Yanchen’s message was still on: I’ll pick you up at the airport tomorrow.
Just seven words, but they made his heart beat faster.
This feeling of being remembered made him feel both sweet and uneasy.
He knew that he should have rejected these inappropriate concerns long ago, but every time he faced Shi Yanchen, those rational thoughts would always slip away unconsciously.
"Pei Song?" Zhou Feng's voice brought him back to reality.
"Sorry," Pei Song came back to his senses, "What did Mr. Zhou say just now?"
Zhou Feng shook his head: "Nothing, I was just thinking, life is like this sometimes, when you think you have missed something, it may actually be to meet someone better."
Pei Song was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to respond to these meaningful words.
He lowered his head and took a sip of wine. Under the cover of the wine glass, he sent a message to Shi Yanchen: "No need to come pick me up. I can take a taxi back by myself."
Almost immediately, Shi Yanchen replied: "I'm not discussing this with you."
Pei Song looked at this overbearing reply, feeling both angry and amused.
Zhou Feng looked at the faint smile on his lips, and a trace of bitterness rose in his heart.
The boy who used to be so nervous that he was at a loss for what to do because of a word he said, now has lost the eager light in his eyes.
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After returning from Singapore, Pei Song dragged his suitcase out of the airport and Zhou Feng was waiting for him.
"Can I take you back?" Zhou Feng said, "We're going in the same direction anyway."
"No need, Mr. Zhou." Pei Song shook his head gently, "A friend is here to pick me up."
Zhou Feng looked at him with a complicated look, seeming a little embarrassed.
He hesitated for a moment, then patted Pei Song's arm gently: "Be careful on the road."
Pei Song watched his back disappear before dragging his suitcase in another direction.
From a distance, he saw the familiar Bentley parked on the side of the road.
Shi Yanchen was leaning against the car door, his suit neatly pressed, his expression calm, and it was obvious that he had come directly from the company.
Seeing Pei Song, he stood up and strode towards him.
Shi Yanchen took the suitcase naturally, opened the trunk, and put the luggage in.
Pei Song sat in the passenger seat. The car was filled with a faint scent of leather and a hint of perfume, which made people feel inexplicably at ease.
Shi Yanchen didn't say anything, just started the car.
The two drove away from the airport in silence, and no one spoke to break the delicate atmosphere.
After driving for a distance, Shi Yanchen broke the silence first: "What do you want to eat?"
Pei Song stared at the scenery passing by quickly outside the window: "No, I want to go home early."
"I guessed you would say that." Shi Yanchen chuckled and reached out to take a thermos bag from the back seat, "So I prepared your favorite food for you."
Pei Song opened it with mixed feelings, and was greeted by a fragrant aroma: it was his favorite braised spareribs.
"How was the inspection?" Shi Yanchen asked casually.
"It went quite smoothly," Pei Song said. "I collected a lot of first-hand information, which was very helpful for the project."
Along the way, Pei Song's hand unconsciously touched the backpack on his legs several times.
Every time my fingertips touched the outlines of the two gift boxes, I pulled them back as if they were burned.
I obviously bought it, but now that I really want to take it out, I don’t know what tone to use.
He raised his eyes and stole a glance at the person who was driving, rubbed his fingers on the bag again, and finally leaned back in the chair in frustration.
The car stopped in front of the Pei family villa, and neither of them got out immediately.
Shi Yanchen suddenly asked: "What did you bring me?"
"Who said I would bring you a gift?" Pei Song was a little surprised.
"I saw you touching your bag along the way." Shi Yanchen turned to look at him with a smile in his eyes.
Pei Song said unhappily: "Can you concentrate on the road while driving?"
Shi Yanchen sighed softly: "But you sat next to me, I couldn't help it."
Pei Song's heart was beating like a drum. He reached into his bag and fumbled for a while. Finally, he took out two beautifully packaged boxes from the bottom and almost threw them to Shi Yanchen: "Here you go! Don't push your luck!"
After saying that, he hurriedly unbuckled his seat belt, pushed open the car door and was about to get out.
"Pei Song." Shi Yanchen called him.
"Anything else?"
"Thank you." Shi Yanchen looked at him with gentle eyes.
Pei Song said "hmm" and walked quickly into the villa.
Shi Yanchen watched his back disappear behind the door before he lowered his head to open the gift.
Even AK couldn't suppress the smile on his face, and his fingers gently stroked the delicate patterns on the cufflinks.
When Pei Song pushed open the door of the villa, he saw Grandma Pei coming towards him with an eager smile on her face.
"Songsong is back? Are you tired from the journey?" Grandma Pei asked kindly, "I specially asked the kitchen to stew pork ribs soup."
"Grandma, I've already eaten." He walked upstairs with his luggage, "My colleagues and I have already eaten at the airport."
"You have to eat more," Grandma Pei pulled his arm, "Look at how thin you have become."
Grandma Pei continued, "By the way, tomorrow is the weekend, don't go out, stay at home."
Pei Song paused, feeling something was wrong.
"The daughter of the Zhang family wants to come to our house," Grandma Pei said with a smile, "her grandfather is a high-ranking official, and he also returned from studying abroad. Now he has his own company and the conditions are very good."
"Grandma..." Pei Song frowned.
"Mom," Pei's father said, "Songsong just came back from a business trip. Let him have a good rest."
"Why rest? Young people are full of energy." Grandma Pei didn't care. "Besides, it's not tiring to meet each other."
"I won't go." Pei Song refused directly with a firm tone.
Grandma Pei's face darkened instantly: "What did you say?"
"I said I'm not going." Pei Song repeated, "I'm not interested in blind dates."
"You!" Grandma Pei said angrily, "If you dare not come, I will wait for you downstairs of your company! Let's see how you explain it to your colleagues when the time comes!"
Pei Song turned a deaf ear to him, quickly went upstairs with his luggage, and slammed the door.
He put the suitcase aside and threw himself into the sofa in annoyance.
Suddenly I recalled the conversation we had in the car just now and wanted to slap myself twice.
How could he not control himself and give the gift away?
My phone vibrated. It was a message from Shi Yanchen: "The tea smells delicious, and the cufflinks match my suit."
Pei Song stared at the screen for a long time and replied: "Just keep it and don't think too much."
"I want to think too much." Shi Yanchen replied quickly.
Sighing, Pei Song sat up and his eyes fell on the thermal bag on the table.
When I opened it, the food was still warm and the aroma was fragrant.
He picked up the chopsticks and took a bite. The braised pork ribs had just the right flavor, and the sauce was rich but not greasy.