Disagree? My husband has a mouth, there was no misunderstanding at all!

Chapter 189: He was indeed jealous. How would he know if it was sour or not if he didn't let yo

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Another notification sound rang out, and a friend with the screen name "Zhuo" sent a "little fox kissing" emoji.

Pei Weijin pressed his thumb on the screen, and the input method keyboard popped up, but he didn't know what to reply.

His originally cold and stern expression had softened considerably, becoming as gentle as a spring breeze, a stark contrast to his previous gloomy and domineering demeanor.

He turned down the brightness of his phone to avoid being stared at by the people next to him.

My fingers tapped on the keyboard, stopping and starting, deleting and revising, revising and deleting again, but it still didn't send out after a long time.

Pei Weijin pursed his lips, saved the emoji that Yan Zhuoyu had sent, and forwarded it to her.

[Jin: Little fox kisses.jpg]

After sending the message, Pei Weijin discreetly turned off his phone screen and placed it on the table without putting it back in his pocket, lest the other party send another message but he would ignore it because he didn't hear the sound.

However, he kept looking up and glancing at Yan Zhuoyu unintentionally.

The other party seemed not to have noticed his reply at all.

Although Yan Zhuoyu didn't speak to Angelo again, she attracted the attention of another actress.

The actress is Black and her name is Sasha. She has black curly hair tied in a high ponytail. Her humor and enthusiasm are very similar to the gunner character she plays in the show. Sometimes, she even starts rapping while talking, a talent that seems to be ingrained in her genes.

"Miss Yan, I heard from the director that you are Ms. Jiang Yuelin's daughter. You two look so alike, both beautiful and elegant, with undeniable feminine charm. However, you look so young. Are you an adult yet?"

Sasha looked at her curiously, feeling that Yan Zhuoyu looked even younger than Angelo. Could it be that the director had tricked her into coming here by using her mother's name?

Yan Zhuoyu clinked glasses with her and laughed, "I'm twenty-three years old this year, I've been an adult for a long time. Maybe it's because Asian faces make us look younger."

Sasha was relieved: "Speaking of which, you East Asians are really good at aging, I'm so envious."

Yan Zhuoyu chatted with Sasha for a few more minutes. Of course, she knew her phone was ringing and that it was a message from Pei Weijin, but she deliberately delayed checking it and even ignored his gaze.

She simply smiled and chatted with others. The hawthorn-red lipstick looked exceptionally beautiful on her lips, making her teeth appear snow-white. Her dark eyebrows were like ink, and her smile was breathtakingly beautiful and full of charm.

Yan Zhuoyu felt that it was about time, and that continuing to fish might lead to trouble.

If she goes too far, she'll be the one suffering tonight. Plus, she has a formal shoot tomorrow, so she can't overdo it.

She slowly took out an adorable cat-shaped makeup mirror from her bag, preparing to touch up her lipstick.

She was using the lipstick Pei Weijin had given her. The lipstick was moisturizing, and when applied thinly to the lips, it gave off an alluring shine and a faint sweet and sour grape scent.

If it were applied to smooth, delicate flesh, the effect would be even more alluring.

Before Yan Zhuoyu could twist the ointment back into place, someone gently touched the tip of her shoe under the dining table.

She clicked the lipstick back into her bag, and in the makeup mirror, her fox-like eyes, with upturned corners, gleamed with a triumphant smile.

When I turned on my phone, three unread messages from Pei Weijin were displayed on the screen.

I understand that your interactions with the crew are necessary for work, so don't worry about me. You're in the prime of your career, so just focus on that. As for the new hairstyle and clothes, they were just for you. What do you think, darling?

[I'm not ignoring you; the hawthorn red shade suits your skin tone very well. However, I think there's still room for improvement. It's just that we're a bit far apart right now, so I can't observe it closely. Do you have any good ideas, honey?]

……

The two didn't exchange any words openly, but they had already subtly clashed several times under the table.

Director Mei had been given quite a bit of alcohol, and his nose was red. He only dared to approach Pei Weijin with a smile, holding his wine glass, to express his sincere gratitude, because Pei Weijin seemed much more amiable at the moment.

"President Pei, thank you so much for your support of our production team. We will definitely live up to your expectations. This glass of wine is my way of showing my respect for you. Cheers, please feel free to drink as you please."

Pei Weijin replied in a distant tone, offering only a polite, perfunctory response: "You're welcome."

As is customary, he usually only takes a sip as a sign of politeness, but this time he drank half a glass.

Director Mei Jie wanted to continue the conversation, but Pei Weijin suddenly lowered his head, picked up his phone, and looked serious and focused, as if he was dealing with some urgent and important work.

He wisely refrained from further intrusion and turned to leave.

The so-called important task is actually...

[Zhuo: You're my legal partner, of course I have to consider you. But Angelo just turned sixteen, is older brother sure he wants to be jealous of a little kid?]

The new look is indeed quite nice, but I wonder if the stylist sprayed your usual pine perfume on you today; I only smelled a sour scent.

As for improving the lipstick, I have a great idea. Not only would it allow me to check what perfume my brother is wearing, but it would also give you a chance to observe the lipstick color up close and see if it's safe to use for body painting.

Yan Zhuoyu deliberately didn't say what it was, and Pei Weijin didn't even consider his words this time, sending just four words.

He was even a little anxious while typing and made some typos, fearing that the other party might put down their phone and not reply for a long time.

What should I be aware of?

This was a dinner party among the film crew members. There were no media reporters to disturb them, and everyone was dressed casually and comfortably.

Men mostly wear suits or shirts, while women wear sportswear, sweater dresses, and other warm and easy-to-move-in outfits.

Yan Zhuoyu wore a loose gray sweater and a simple black long skirt.

As she stood up, the ruby ​​necklace around her neck swayed on her delicate collarbone, and her slender waist was accentuated by the belt of her black dress.

"Excuse me, I've had a bit too much to drink. I'll go sober up. Sorry."

Sasha shrugged understandingly and kindly suggested, "There are lounges on each floor. Honey, you can go there to get some fresh air. The staff will provide hangover soup and other services."

"Thank you, Sister Sasha."

Before turning around, Yan Zhuoyu cast a highly suggestive glance at Pei Weijin, her eyes filled with affection and shimmering with light.

He glanced at it briefly, then quickly looked away.

After she left, Sasha quickly got into a lively conversation with another friend. Apart from Qiao Xinyun asking if she wanted her to come along, the others didn't notice anything unusual and remained immersed in laughter and delicious food.

Pei Weijin half-raised his eyelids, his eyelashes casting a small shadow on his handsome face.

His gaze followed the woman's graceful back. The clatter of her high heels on the floor was crisp and rhythmic, each syllable seemingly landing precisely on Pei Weijin's heart, stirring up ripples that were difficult to calm.

He only slowly withdrew his gaze after she had disappeared from sight.

The man downed the rest of his drink in one gulp. He didn't usually drink much, but today he could taste the refreshing aroma of citrus fruits, the distinct layers of flavor, the sweet aftertaste, and the perfectly balanced acidity.

It looks exactly like the plum candy perfume that Yan Zhuoyu wears.

DRC Montrachet is the most famous white wine, which is enough to demonstrate Director Major's sincerity and importance to this collaboration.

Not far away, Meng Yuting was concentrating on cooking.

If the boss doesn't sit in the top position, then he has no choice but to reluctantly sit in the boss's position. Who wouldn't like to have a paid meal?

The phone in front of him beeped, and Meng Yuting checked it in a second.

[A Reputable Capitalist [Married Version]: Come over and remind me that I have other plans later and need to leave early.]

Meng Yuting glanced at the spot where his wife had been sitting and understood immediately.

So he stood up, walked quickly to Pei Weijin's side, made up an excuse, and spoke in a moderate voice so that everyone present could hear him.

Director Mei Jie secretly admired him after hearing this. No wonder he's President Pei, a well-known workaholic in the industry, still holding meetings late into the night.

He smiled and said goodbye, "Thank you for coming today, Mr. Pei. If you have time, you are welcome to visit our film set."

Director Mei had his own plans in mind when he mentioned visiting the set.

Although President Pei has sent two technicians to assist and provide guidance, some problems would undoubtedly be resolved more smoothly if the big boss were present.

Pei Weijin replied, "Okay, I'll go when I have time."

Director Mei originally wanted to personally see him off, but President Pei politely declined.

Meng Yuting followed behind his boss, thinking to himself, "President Pei is really cautious. In this kind of situation, given his status and position, even if he just leaves, no one will dare to say anything."

But today he made a point of explaining, presumably to avoid causing unnecessary suspicion.

With that thought in mind, Meng Yuting squatted down not far from the rest room, silently keeping watch to prevent anyone from coming in.

Meng Yuting turned on the pet monitor and started watching the chubby cat, which soothed her young heart after a busy day.

Inside the VIP lounge.

Just as Sasha said, there is a small balcony where you can enjoy the breeze, and several potted plants are placed next to the rattan chair, with the air filled with the light fragrance of air freshener.

Yan Zhuoyu didn't drink much, but because of her fair skin, the effects of alcohol easily showed on her face.

She was sitting in a rattan chair, her slender and shapely legs resting on the footrest, carefully considering the message she had just exchanged with Pei Weijin.

The more she looked, the redder her ears became. She muttered to herself, "Damn, what kind of weird stuff did I just post?"

I remember when we were little, Yan Zhuoyu often called Jiang Yu "brother". Of course, she didn't call him "brother" for nothing. Most of the time, she followed with an imperative sentence.

such as……

The click of the door opening interrupted Yan Zhuoyu's thoughts.

She lay half-reclined on the wicker chair, looking up at the entrance, not in a hurry to speak, lest she call out to the wrong person.

Only when the man's familiar figure came into full view did Yan Zhuoyu raise an eyebrow and look at him.

"baby."

Pei Weijin was equally cautious, speaking in a restrained, calm, and aloof tone.

The evening breeze carried the faint scent of strong liquor that clung to him to Yan Zhuoyu.

It seems that he possesses a fierce aggression, and is not as cold and calm as he appears on the surface.

Pei Weijin closed the window, and Yan Zhuoyu watched him carefully check the room for surveillance cameras, and couldn't help but chuckle.

She was determined that he would never do anything reckless in a place like this, so she called out to him in a soft voice, "Brother is here."

Pei Weijin could tell from her familiar yet slightly coquettish tone that her eyes were restless at a glance.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he reminded her, "Um, didn't you say you wanted to check what perfume I was wearing today?"

"Yes."

Yan Zhuoyu stood up, moved closer to him, and deftly hooked her fingers around Pei Weijin's tie, twirling it a few times before suddenly pulling it down.

The man was forced to lower his head and meet her smiling, fox-like eyes.

"But I want to check first whether my husband was secretly jealous today, okay?"

Pei Weijin's gaze froze as he smelled the grape scent on the woman's voice, and at the same time, the image of Angelo pouring her juice flashed through his mind.

My gaze drifted down to her sexy, full red lips. Was it the smell of lipstick, or the smell of grape juice?

Yan Zhuoyu frowned slightly. She had already said all that, but why did the other person not react at all? He was just staring at her without saying a word, and even seemed to be lost in thought!

"Honestly, you can't even use your chances."

She tugged at Pei Weijin's tie again, clearly annoyed.

The man lowered his head again in response to her movement.

They were also jolted back to their senses.

You'll find out what it is once you try it.

Before anyone could react, Pei Weijin wrapped his arms around Yan Zhuoyu's waist and pulled her into his embrace.

He kissed the woman's lips, but because he moved too quickly, his teeth accidentally bumped against her lips.

The vibrant red of the hawthorn was blurred into an ambiguous watery red, and then the man licked it clean little by little.

Yan Zhuoyu's tongue went numb as she was pressed against the wall, her entire body enveloped in the man's cool, pine-scented body.

"Well……"

Pei Weijin kissed her too quickly and too urgently, without giving her a chance to catch her breath.

The moment her hand touched Pei Weijin's lower abdomen, trying to push him away in resistance, the man grabbed her wrist and pinned it behind her back, leaving her no room to resist.

A bulge appeared in the middle of the black long dress.

Yan Zhuoyu was being rubbed against through the fabric, neither too hard nor too soft. The man's knees were hard and powerful, and the range was wide. She felt like she was half-suspended, and several times he didn't touch her key spot.

Her eyes were misty with tears, her waist felt weak and limp, and she was practically sitting on his lap. From mind to body, every sense in her body was overwhelmingly possessed by the man's presence.

Until they were startled by the sound of cannons fired outside the hotel.

Pei Weijin wiped the moisture off her lips with his sleeve with satisfaction.

Yes, it smells like lipstick, he was certain.

Yan Zhuoyu slapped his hand away: "Pei Weijin!"

"I'm here." The man considerately helped her to her feet, the aggression he had inadvertently revealed just now completely gone.

He even asked, "Have you gotten the results yet? I was definitely jealous just now."

"Honey, have you figured out how to make it up to me?"

In just a few words, he instantly transformed from the person being inspected into the one demanding compensation, even adopting a submissive demeanor while pleading for reimbursement, completely abandoning any sense of passivity.

Yan Zhuoyu clutched his tie, her eyes slightly red. Her lips, now devoid of lipstick, appeared even more alluring and luscious than before.

"Pei Weijin, how could you be so shameless! Just now, weren't you just trying to make amends to yourself?"

Pei Weijin shook his head and said in a high-sounding manner, "No, it's because my wife said she wants to check if I'm jealous. How can she know if I'm jealous if I don't let you taste it?"

"You said 'It's so sour' at the table just now."