Chapter 31 I want to buy it myself and give it to him.

Chapter 31 I want to buy it myself and give it to him.

Qin Fang's words were so shocking that even the person involved, Shen Zhiyi, was stunned for a moment, then stood up and left silently.

I really can't stay here any longer.

"Hey," Qin Fang was panicked, shocked by his own guess and uttered incoherently, "You, you don't leave yet."

It was probably because his image was too deeply rooted in people's minds. Everyone present thought he was being a hooligan and using such vulgar means.

Qin Fangru looked at him deeply, hesitating to speak, "Mr. Qin..."

If that person heard this, I don’t know how badly Qin Fang would be punished.

"No," Qin Fang was speechless, "I'm really not being a hooligan."

Seeing that Shen Zhiyi was still going to leave, he quickly stood up and said, "You sit down, I'm leaving, I'm leaving."

He walked to the door and pulled Fu Songzhi out.

Shen Zhiyi and Qin Fangru looked at each other, both of them were confused.

"Praise it."

Not far away, just outside the box, Qin Fang hesitated for several times and finally told what he had just discovered, "I smelled the scent of agarwood on that woman, the scent of agarwood on Pei Ge'er."

Pei Yu loves to burn incense, and he only burns agarwood. The incense is specially provided by the perfume maker and there is no other one. As Pei Yu’s good friend for several years, there is no way he could have smelled it wrong.

Fu Songzhi was also stunned and frowned, "Are you sure?"

Qin Fang said exaggeratedly, "Who can be more familiar with Pei Ge'er's smell than me?"

"If Pei Ge hears this, he might get beaten up," Fu Songzhi thought about it carefully, and said thoughtfully, "It's possible."

The last time Pei Yu left after the auction, he held the hand of a woman. He checked afterwards and found that there was a red carpet event downstairs that day, and all the attendees were artists in the circle. If it was Shen Zhiyi, it was very likely.

Qin Fang was really panicking now. "It's over. If she complains, will Pei Ge come and beat me up?"

Fu Songzhi still looked like he was enjoying the show, "Very likely."

"Don't even think about it," Qin Fang said frantically, "Why didn't she tell me that she knew Pei Ge'er?"

"What do you mean, she told you if she knew you?"

Fu Songzhi patted him on the shoulder and said, "Brother Pei has been in a bad mood recently, and you are just the right person to let him vent his anger. You are really a role model among good brothers. I admire you."

"Get lost," Qin made up his mind, "It's not too late for me to please her now, right?"

He did what he said, turned around and went back to the box, and began to pour tea for Shen Zhiyi with a gentle face, "Don't mind my previous rudeness."

Shen Zhiyi was confused, "I don't mind."

Standing at the door without going in, Fu Songzhi looked at the two people who were chatting awkwardly for a while, thinking about how Pei Yu inexplicably lived in the city center these days and didn't go back to Huating, and he looked indifferent when he called him out for a gathering. He had such a bad temper that even they didn't dare to approach him. Suddenly he realized something and took a photo and sent it over.

Fu Songzhi swore that he really took the photo casually, but somehow, in the picture, Qin Fang and Shen Zhiyi were particularly close, with smiles on their faces, which made it look ambiguous no matter how you looked at it.

This can't be blamed on him, because Qin Fang has such a romantic face.

When the photo was sent, the vibration sound was particularly obvious in the empty office. Pei Yu was concentrating on reading the report and had no intention of checking it.

It was his personal cell phone that rang, and not many people knew about it. Secretary Qin was really curious and couldn't help asking, "What if it was Miss Shen?"

The boss hasn't returned to Huating or been to the hospital in the past few days. Although there are people guarding there all the time, his behavior is really abnormal. Miss Shen is also anxious, so she only asked him a few questions and didn't ask any more questions afterwards.

It's so frustrating.

After about two minutes, Pei Yu motioned for Secretary Qin to bring the phone over. After taking it, he glanced at him and said, "You're so slow."

Secretary Qin: “?”

Eating melon is more important, so Secretary Qin took the blame and quietly looked at the screen of his mobile phone.

When Pei Yu saw that the sender was Fu Songzhi, he showed no expression. When he opened the message box and saw the content of the photo, he sneered. "Ha."

Secretary Qin also saw it clearly and was shocked.

Oh my god, is Mr. Qin so wild?

As they are both distant relatives of the Qin family, Secretary Qin hopes that the boss will not resort to collective punishment.

Fu Songzhi entered the box after sending the photos. At this time, the charity event had already begun. They did not attend in person and their secretary took photos for them.

Qin Fang was asking Shen Zhiyi, "Miss Shen, is there anything you like?"

"That tea set is nice." Since it was a charity event, Shen Zhiyi would definitely bid for one. She liked the tea set. The price was a little high, but still affordable.

"Then I'll take it and send it to Miss Shen."

"No need," Shen Zhiyi quickly refused, "I want to give it to someone else."

"Give it to someone else?" Qin Fang was unwilling to give up. "It's the same if I take it for Miss Shen."

"Really not," Shen Zhiyi said helplessly, "I want to buy it for him myself."

Qin Fang finally wised up for once and looked at Fu Songzhi.

Could it be that you want to buy it as a gift for Pei Ge'er?

Not to mention that they don't like this set of tea sets at all, Pei Ge'er also doesn't like the whole tea tasting thing.

Fu Songzhi signaled with his eyes: Don't talk too much.

Qin Fang had no choice but to swallow his words.

Because this recognition was purely accidental, and without Pei Yu's warning, the two of them were not in a position to speak directly to her, so in the end they were unable to find out the relationship between her and Pei Yu.

Shen Zhiyi returned to Huating, and Pei Yu was indeed not there. Only the housekeeper was guarding the empty manor day after day.

"Did Mr. Pei say whether he would be back today?"

During the days she moved in, she added a lot of new items to the living room, from the ink paintings on the wall to the ceramic tableware, everything was to her liking. There was even a stack of her scripts on the table, and several magazines that Pei Yu often read were squeezed into the corner. At first glance, it seemed as if she had taken over their place.

Shen Zhiyi leaned on the armrest of the sofa, frowning and worried, "Should I not come back?"

Maybe Pei Yu didn't return to Huating because he didn't want to see her.

This shocking statement made the housekeeper laugh and cry, and he was very helpless, "If you want to see the master, just tell him directly. If you are embarrassed to call, you can also send a message."

Shen Zhiyi sat up straight and denied it without thinking, "I don't want to see him."

After a pause, she added, "I just don't want him to be unhappy."

Since they met, everything he did was impeccable. Shen Zhiyi knew that he was very good to her, but she didn't know how to repay this "kindness". She instinctively didn't want him to be unhappy.

"Then go and comfort him."

The housekeeper worried, "Can you send a message to the gentleman?"

The message had been sent, but it was to Secretary Qin. Shen Zhiyi didn't know why she couldn't take this step. She seemed to not know how to face Pei Yu, especially when she kept thinking of the question he asked that day.

It took me a long while to make up my mind, and after deleting and reducing the content, I sent one message.

It was already night, but the lights in the city center were still bright as if it were daytime. A long English report came out from the computer. Pei Yu listened indifferently and responded occasionally.

Secretary Qin knocked on the door with his cell phone, "Miss Shen's message."

He emphasized, "It's sent to you."

Finally, he is no longer the messenger.

(End of this chapter)