bookcurios Chapter 206 cannot be broadcast; it must be deleted.
Chapter 206 cannot be broadcast; it must be deleted.
Meanwhile, Pei Weijin was attending the last auction of the day.
With only two days left until Yan Zhuoyu's birthday, the gifts he had ordered had been delivered one after another, but he still felt that something was missing.
As soon as the auction ended, President Pei and Meng Yuting, carrying large bags and small packages, prepared to leave through a private passage, escorted by dozens of bodyguards.
Meng Yuting wore a standard working-class smile: "President Pei, should we store these gifts or take them back to the hotel?"
His tone was calm, but his arms under the fleece-lined plaid shirt were trembling because the things were too heavy.
"Deposit".
After saying that, Pei Weijin glanced at him again: "Strengthen your arm strength training, and don't let the previous situation happen again."
Secretary Meng: "..."
Actually, he's just an ordinary person and probably won't experience a second cruise ship ordeal. He'd be content as long as he has the strength to lift the kitten.
Recently, President Pei has not only been showing off his affection on Weibo, but has also been frequently appearing at various auctions. This move has not only attracted enthusiastic invitations from many auction houses, but has also drawn widespread attention from foreign media.
With the Pei Group's overseas market expansion going smoothly, Pei Weijin has undoubtedly become the most sought-after figure in the business world.
The stability of a marital relationship is a focal point in both business and political circles. Any changes can directly impact the stability of a company's stock price and the division of marital assets, making its influence considerable.
After the auction ended, a group of media reporters had been waiting outside. They rushed to push past the bodyguards, holding up microphones and cameras, and asked all sorts of financial questions, hoping that President Pei would do them the honor of answering.
A particularly loud blonde reporter took a different approach, loudly attracting Pei Weijin's attention: "Mr. Pei, you've been frequently attending auctions lately, buying so many things. Are they all gifts for your wife?"
Pei Weijin stopped in his tracks, his gaze passing through the crowd to the reporter who had asked the question.
With the bodyguards blocking his way, a clearing was created around him.
He stood tall and elegant, and took two steps toward the blond reporter.
"Yes, it's a very important anniversary, so we should prepare carefully."
He gently turned the white wolf ring on his ring finger and glanced at the reporter casually.
The blonde reporter was so intimidated by President Pei's aura that she stammered, "It seems that President Pei and your wife have a very good relationship."
President Pei continued fiddling with the ring indifferently: "Hmm."
The blonde reporter tentatively asked, "Was this ring also custom-made for you by your wife?"
The usually aloof CEO Pei, with a cold expression, slightly raised his hand to show off the ring.
The reporter immediately understood, quickly raised the camera, and took a close-up shot of the ring.
President Pei then gestured for him to move the camera up: "This watch was a gift from my wife, who bought it for me during her trip."
He proudly introduced the watch, saying, "This is a couple's watch that my wife gave me."
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In front of the camera, President Pei, who is usually very sparing with words, actually said so much today that the reporter felt he could go buy a lottery ticket.
Pei Weijin rolled up his sleeves, but unfortunately, there weren't enough watches for him to count.
The man's fair skin made him prone to leaving marks, and the camera inadvertently captured the lingering teeth marks and several ambiguous finger marks on the inside of his wrist.
It was left by Yan Zhuoyu last night.
The reporter followed up on what Mr. Pei had said and asked, "This piece..."
Pei Weijin's face instantly turned cold: "This part cannot be broadcast, delete it."
The reporter hurriedly replied, "Yes...yes, Mr. Pei."
After getting into the car, Meng Yuting handed the phone back to Pei Weijin: "Mr. Pei, your wife just sent you a message."
Pei Weijin unlocked his phone screen to check the messages.
Yan Zhuoyu sent three screenshots, saying: "Who gave you permission to post the noodles I cooked for you online without my permission? You've violated the noodles' portrait rights! So many people online are saying bad things about me. I'm sad, heartbroken, and crying."
A certain female celebrity who can fight with haters for three days and three nights is hiding under the covers, laughing and saying that she is very sad.
Pei Weijin had no idea what Yan Zhuoyu was feeling at that moment. He saw the message and didn't suspect anything, but this time he was reluctant to delete it. However, his reason had already helped him reply to the message.
Honey, should I delete this? I'm sorry, I should have asked for your opinion first.
He also sent a small red envelope.
Yan Zhuoyu, who was crying and heartbroken, accepted the payment immediately but did not reply.
A minute later, Pei Weijin opened his Weibo account, his finger already pressed the delete button.
Miss Yan finally unfolded the map of the Yan Kingdom, revealing the true nature of the matter.
[No need to delete. Your comfort has made me feel much better.]
I'm not really angry, but I'm craving wontons again. I happen to be free the day after tomorrow, so could my husband pretend to be a delivery guy and bring me wontons to apologize in person?