Chapter 133: Chapter 133

If this was a few years ago, when Huo Jian saw Pei Ruye, how could he relax like this? When the elevator met, he lowered his head and whispered to the teacher, seldom looking at him.
He also admired Pei Ru for too long, and his psychological status was not equal for a long time.
Now the weight of the word "Huo Jian" contains more substance. When he meets the other party, he gradually becomes more capable, and his skills and tacit understanding are advancing with each passing day.
The latter is as happy as this.
Pei Ruye originally founded the xv dance company in the underdeveloped mainland market, and the biggest beneficiaries are all artists under the spf.
An excellent choreography and accompaniment team is an essential foundation for creating a classic stage. There are situations in which world-class superstars dig corners and grab people, and it is not new for the same choreography teacher to choke on each other.
Mr. Pei now fades out of spf, the 16th floor is still owned by him, and the equipment and environment have been repeatedly modified and upgraded.
There is a European-style open kitchen in the lounge area, and the four-door refrigerator is filled with fresh fruit daily.
Pei Ru also allowed the little white wolf to tentatively grind his paws, and made another note quietly in his heart, then turned his head and washed his hands to make muffins for the former lover.
The sweet aroma of maple syrup diffused invisibly, and a faint mist of cloud appeared in the side of the man.
Huo Jian rolled up his sleeves and squeezed the kiwi fruit juice, glancing at Pei Ruye beside the frying pan.
The eyes dissolve the moon, and the back is like a bamboo in the pine.
Straight and handsome, calm and calm, still the calm look he once looked up to when he was fifteen.
Pei Ru also noticed his gaze, and his eyes seemed to be asking.
"It always feels like you never changed."
Huo Jian put the apples and kiwis in the juicer and sat on a high chair beside him.
"I have changed a lot in the past six or seven years, but when I look at you, it seems that there is no difference from when I first met."
The man turned over the muffins and washed the blueberries slowly.
"It has changed a lot."
"Have it?"
"You can't talk about it later."
"why?"
The sound of the water came to an abrupt end, and Pei Ru shook the delicate blueberries in the drain basket, relaxed and innocent.
"Do you want me to confess now?"
He shrugged, frankly as if not talking about emotional issues at all.
"I can do it at any time, but someone... hasn't reached this stage yet."
Huo Jian just felt that he had found the initiative. At this moment, his head was suddenly knocked, and his ears were inexplicably hot.
But still sternly denied: "What has to do with me."
The brown muffins are lightly packed and decorated with mint leaves on the edges.
Pei Ruya sprinkled blueberries with a six-pointed star in front of him. Slowly said: "After I return to my country, I will never go to the alley to eat fried noodles."
Huo Blade: ...!
"To test the security risks is always done by subordinates, and it will not rush into the landing-and do not take any security measures."
Huo Blade: ...! !
"I used to only accept working relationships and never give anyone anything other than business gifts."
"I will not participate in any superstition activities."
The man speaks lightly and unhurriedly, and his tone does not mean to collect debts.
Huo Jian hasn't recalled the first few years. At this time, he listened to him all repeating it, and he accelerated with a heartbeat.
However, Pei Ru also has an insignificant expression, but instead makes these daily trivialities more ambiguous.
His breath was unstable and he pretended to be adjusting the buttons of the juicer. His voice was still embarrassed: "Don't say it."
You shouldn't take the initiative to provoke the past, it is not an opponent at all...
Pei Ru also touched his chin: "It does unlock many new experiences, which is very interesting."
Huo Jian finally got accustomed to the atmosphere of his official business. Occasionally itchy and tempted to come and go at the edge of the provocation. At this time, his ears were red with two or three sentences, and he drank a big mouthful of kiwi juice. It's so choking.
"Cough cough cough--"
The man very helpfully patted the paper towel on his back and carried the pancake in his left hand.
Huo Ren reached for his hand, but his fingertips fluttered.
He looked up at him subconsciously, but the latter pulled the dish a bit further.
"Well, I didn't cook for anyone before."
Pei Ru also smiled: "Don't you think there are any shortcomings?"
Huo Jian quickly said thank you, reaching for the pancake again.
"Thanks is not enough." The man rarely reminded him kindly: "I will give you a call to the owner."
Huo Jian vaguely felt like he was enjoying the process of tamerang.
This kind of appellation didn't make a big call when I was young, but it really didn't matter much. It was all a joke.
But now they are people who have already kissed and confirmed their hearts, and even defaulted to falling in love with each other in the next stage.
At this time, when I mention this title again, there is an indescribable sense of shame.
"Um... it's getting cold."
Huo Jian's cheeks burned, and he thought he was in his twenties, how could he open this mouth casually?
His interest in the dessert plate was not that great, but it seemed like he was bewitched, and he called out very lowly.
"...Feeder."
Pei Ru also leaned against the table and moved the plate closer with a smile.
"A muffin, a maple syrup, no cinnamon, a blueberry."
"This way, I still owe three times."
Huo Jian was rarely mad at him, and if he had a tail, he would already be blown away.
"I am a businessman, and careful calculation is born." The man raised his eyebrows. "Good bookkeeping is conducive to a harmonious life."
"Then I won't eat it." Huo Jian simply played the game and then set off the chessboard. He stood up and left.
Before taking a step, the waist was pulled over, and the angle was so accurate that he just sat on the man's lap.
"Don't eat it?" The man whispered in his ear: "I feed you bit by bite, do you eat it?"
Huo Jian has lived for more than 20 years. On the stage, he has never felt cold and gentle, but he has never sat on the man's thigh.
He fell into a broad and soft embrace, the aroma of maple syrup seemed to hang on the side indiscriminately, and he burned to his ears in a short sentence, and the breath was hot and ambiguous.
About to fall.
Can't hold it anymore.
Pei Ru also pressed his chin against his soft hair, and he still kept his arms around his waist, and he was not in a hurry to feed him the plate of muffins.
"Dance tango at the concert's opening dance... Do you want the teacher to teach you how to dance?"
Huo Jian's brain has fallen into a state of stagnation, and the hurried opening is embarrassed; "I'm wrong."
He wanted to play with fun, but when he thought that the rhythm is hard to get this kind of point, the teacher wouldn't put water at all! !
...There shouldn't be any ghost muffins in the beginning.
"Don't the owner want to call it." The man lowered his head and rubbed his soft hair with the tip of his nose, and said slowly: "I will feed you with a teacher's call."
"Feed until you are full."
Huo Jian was unstable by the defense line scented by his body, and his right hand had unconsciously grabbed the man's corner.
A cry... It should be fine.
He was brewing for a few seconds, and there was a knock on the door when he was about to speak.
"Boss Pei--"
Jiang Shu knocked twice: "Assistant Zhang said you are here? Is Boe the boss?"
Huo Jian jumped out of a trap-like embrace with an excited spirit, and conditioned his hair collar reflexively.
Pei Ruye walked over and opened the door as usual: "What is it?"
"Yohe, talking to the blade about the concert?" Jiang Shu sniffed his nose and saw the plate of muffins he was holding.
"Teach him to cook."
"Come! Give me a try! Just didn't eat at noon!"
"Alright," Pei Ru also gave Jiang Shu a plate, a knife and a fork, and looked back at Huo Jian with a smile: "It just happened to be cold too, and it would be wasteful not to eat."
Jiang Shu carried pan-roasted muffins as he did with a box lunch. He just found a stool and snored and began to eat. The blueberries were all eaten clean.
Huo Jian silently watched that dessert plate was wiped clean, and looked at Pei Ruye again for a long time.
"The boys still have to learn to cook!" Jiang Shu praised vigorously: "Boss Pei's craftsmanship is really good! Michelin is more delicious than an appointment outside. It's not greasy at all!"
"Hey? Huo Huo is not happy today, why didn't he speak anymore-won't he be sick, and his face is a little bit red?"
"It's okay," Pei Ru also led the uncle: "The temperature of the indoor air conditioner is too high, he wears too much."
Jiang Shu was half-confident and said: "It's okay? Or would you like some muffins, I'll share you half?"
Huo Jian turned his head aside: "No, I don't like blueberries."
Jiang Shulai came to Pei Ru to talk about the sponsorship arrangements for the concert. Afterwards, he went to the refrigerator and turned over a pear. He listened to Huo Jian to finish the draft variety plan. Then he sent the little white wolf back to the 17th floor.
Huo Jian talked about the business and returned to the business. Without saying a word, he could not help but look at the empty plate in the pool and the smile of someone who was gloating.
hateful.
When the two were leaving, Mr. Pei took them to the elevator, and waved their hands in a good mood: "Come back to me next time I want to eat."
"Of course," Jiang Shu gave a thumbs up: "Xiao Pei, you are totally an all-rounder. The girl who chases you must be in a long line."
"Almost," Pei Ru also blinked with a smile: "I'm very popular."
Huo Jian pressed the button blankly: "The elevator door is about to close."
"Ah, what are you in a hurry, it's rare that people come back to accompany you for a few days-really, haven't you stuck behind Teacher Pei's every day before?"
Back on the 17th floor, as soon as the door opened, a pair of glasses of salted fish and long-haired octopus was paralyzed. Long Ji and Mei Sheng were holding combs to get new hairstyles for each other. Chi Ji sat next to the grand piano and practiced music. There was a snow white dog in his arms.
Jiang Shu emphasized the matter that he had to explain, and tore two pages of the concert countdown calendar, and said with a heavy heart: "In the past two years, Uncle has loosened a lot of food management for you. You must be strict with self-discipline and do not relax."
Confused answers came from all directions.
"Leave, don't send!"
When the door was closed, Huo Jian turned his head into the kitchen, took the pot and powdered the batter, and turned on the fire.
Xie Lianyun smelled the aroma and followed the scam: "Blade, what are you doing!"
"Flapjack." Huo Jian coldly said: "Bake ten servings to feed the snow balls."
"Wang!"