"I'm not such a beast." There was a trace of helplessness in Pei Yan's voice.
Jiang Heshu looked dull for a few seconds.
Then, her cheeks turned red and she glared at Pei Yan angrily, "Then why don't you make it clear?"
As soon as he handed over the medicine, he asked if he wanted to help. Anyone would think that when he said help, he meant applying the medicine.
Pei Yan had a good attitude, "Sorry, I couldn't express myself clearly."
"To express my apology, I'll dry your hair."
This time he didn't ask Jiang Heshu anymore. He found the hair dryer from the drawer, and soon there was a buzzing sound in the room.
Jiang Heshu was embarrassed by what she had just done. She wanted to refuse, but the man's warm fingertips gently brushed her hair, and the warm wind felt a little comfortable.
Jiang Heshu's hair is thick and of good quality, as black and soft as satin.
The only drawback is that drying hair takes a lot of time, and sometimes Jiang Heshu feels impatient even when drying her own hair.
She hesitated for a few seconds, but still did not refuse and enjoyed Pei Yan's hair blowing service.
After about ten minutes, Jiang Heshu thought for a moment that, according to Pei Yan's character, he would make the lowest language mistake?
Could it be that he did it on purpose?
The more he thought about it, the more Jiang Heshu felt that he had guessed it right. He was about to question Pei Yan when his cell phone rang.
It was a video call from Pei Yue.
Jiang Heshu thought for a while and decided to answer the phone first.
She adjusted her posture and glanced at Pei Yan, "Don't talk for a while."
Pei Yan responded. After a while, he felt something was wrong. Why did this sound like what the scumbag told the mistress when the palace came to inspect the post?
After the video call was connected, Pei Yue took a look and said, "Are you washing your hair in the store?"
Jiang Heshu said vaguely: "I've washed it and I'm drying my hair."
Pei Yue groaned and didn't care.
She had just heard about the death of Jiang Heshu's grandma, and was very angry that Jiang Heshu didn't tell her, which made her unable to see her grandma off for the last time.
Jiang Heshu only informed relatives of her grandmother's funeral, not her friends.
Everyone is very busy, and the time is very rushed. It is too tiring to rush there.
Pei Yue snorted, "I made an agreement with Mu Xueqing that I will go to Z City to find you tomorrow, and we will go see grandma together."
Jiang Heshu said: "Don't come, I'm not in Z city now."
"Then you are..." Before Pei Yue could finish her words, she suddenly saw something and stopped.
In the camera, a slender hand with even joints appeared, and he moved his long black hair gently.
Jiang Heshu didn't know why, "What's wrong with you?"
Pei Yue came to her senses and did not speak, but carefully observed Jiang Heshu's environment.
You won’t know if you don’t look at it, but you will be shocked when you look at it.
Where is this barber shop? Is this probably on a hotel bed?
Combined with what Jiang Heshu said, could she be...
Pei Yue's expression suddenly became serious and asked, "Did you go out with the man to relax?"
Jiang Heshu almost choked and quickly denied: "No, I have something to do..."
It was strange for Pei Yue to believe it, and said with a clear face: "You don't need to explain, they are all adult women, I understand, I understand everything."
Jiang Heshu felt that she didn't understand.
She was about to tell Pei Yue about coming to see Pei Liya with Pei Yan, but she heard Pei Yue say: "Isn't this man Cheng Ze who Mu Xueqing introduced to you?"
"Actually, I think Cheng Ze is pretty good too. He is young, gentle, and has a funny conversation. I asked a lot of people and found out that Cheng Ze is still a clean person and only had a girlfriend when he was studying..."
Jiang Heshu coughed violently. She was very touched that Pei Yue helped her find out who Cheng Ze was, but...
"Yueyue, this is not Cheng Ze, but..." your brother Pei Yan.
"Isn't it Cheng Ze?" Pei Yue was stunned for a moment, then said nonchalantly: "No, it's not. I believe in your vision, you can definitely find a good man."
As he said that, Pei Yue sighed, "Not to mention anything else, just by blowing your hair, he is many times better than my brother Yan."
Feeling the low air pressure behind him, Jiang Heshu's scalp went numb and he wanted to remind Pei Yue, but his mouth was covered by the man's palm and he could only make a whimpering sound.
However, the sound of the hair dryer was louder and Pei Yue couldn't hear it at all.
Pei Yue didn't feel surprised to see that only Jiang Heshu's eyes were left in the camera.
Some girls don’t like to show their whole faces when making video calls, only a pair of eyes. This is normal.
Pei Yue continued: "Actually, I can still understand your divorce from Brother Yan. Brother Yan has a cold personality, is not gentle and can't talk about love, and has no advantage in age. He is not liked by girls at all."
"Even if it's me, I can't stand his temper. Even if I can, it's because he has a lot of money."
After Pei Yue finished complaining about Pei Yan, she added: "Let's have dinner together when we have time in the future. Don't forget what you said before. Let Mu Xueqing and I be your bridesmaids when you get married."
After saying that, Jiang Heshu still didn't speak, and Pei Yue realized something was wrong.
She was about to ask when the hair dryer was turned off and a familiar cold voice came from the phone.
Then, the camera shook slightly, and Pei Yue saw that beautiful hand covering Jiang Heshu's mouth, and Pei Yue immediately frowned.
Before the words of scolding could be spoken, the camera flickered and she saw an extremely familiar face.
Pei Yue's whole body seemed to be frozen, and his eyes could not even move.
Soon, Jiang Heshu's mobile phone screen displayed: The other party's network was not good, and then the video call was hung up.
"Ha!" The man sneered again, his voice was extremely cold, and his expression was as cold as ice.
Jiang Heshu looked at him and said, "Actually, I think Pei Yue..."
Her piercing eyes fell on Jiang Heshu. She paused for two seconds, and continued with this oppressive look: "She was not wrong."
"So you also think that I am old, cold and unlovable, right?"
Pei Yan asked word for word.
Jiang Heshu paused for two seconds and said, "Compared with a twenty-year-old, you are older, but compared with a forty-year-old, you are younger. There is no standard for age."
This was a very clever thing to say. It made it impossible to find fault and avoided Pei Yan's questions without leaving any trace.
Jiang Heshu was afraid that Pei Yan would ask him again if he thought he was old, and he was also afraid that one after another people would say that Pei Yan was old, which would cause a psychological shadow on him, so he added this sentence.
"Some people who are 18 or 19 years old also like people who are in their thirties, who are older, more mature and more secure." Jiang Heshu said sincerely.
Pei Yan asked coldly: "Would a twenty-seven-year-old like a thirty-year-old?"
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Jiang Heshu looked startled and raised her head to meet Pei Yan's eyes. She looked away quickly as if she had been burned.
She looked around and said: "Some people like people older than themselves, and some people like people younger than themselves. Everyone's criteria for choosing a mate are different..."
Pei Yan is not interested in whether an eighteen or nineteen-year-old will like a thirty-year-old, nor is he interested in these. He is only interested in whether this twenty-seven-year-old will like a thirty-year-old.
So, he repeated that sentence again.
Jiang Heshu didn't speak for a long time, and Pei Yan just kept looking at her without urging her.
After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Heshu lowered his eyes and said, "Okay."
The corners of Pei Yan's lips raised slightly, and Jiang Heshu continued: "Gu Jingxu is thirty years old. I once liked him."
With one simple sentence, the joy that just arose in Pei Yan's heart disappeared.
His lips were pursed tightly, and unknowing emotions were rolling in his eyes. For a long time, he restrained and looked away.
After a somewhat cold 'hmm', he walked out of the room.
Watching the man leave, Jiang Heshu bit his lip gently, but still said nothing.
Scenes of her interactions with Pei Yan appeared before her eyes, and they finally settled on this afternoon.
The man's hot breath, his warm and broad chest, the remaining touch and warmth on his hands, and...
The sound of her uncontrollable heartbeat.
What Pei Yan didn't know was that what Jiang Heshu really wanted to say was not that sentence.
But I want to say...
