Deliberate seduction, Mrs. Pei also wants a divorce tonight

Chapter 173 New Year’s Eve (1)

Celine found it incredible.

On New Year's Eve, I got in touch with the boss of United Airlines. I heard them say at a poker table that Mr. Cui had withdrawn his cooperation with United Airlines and turned to cooperate with Pan Am.

The boss of United Airlines was so angry that he contacted the Aviation Control Commission to create obstacles for him and to sow discord between Los Angeles and Pan Am. The pile of problems that came his way should be enough to keep him busy for a long time.

Unexpectedly, instead of being busy and depressed in Chicago, he appeared in San Francisco in high spirits.

Watching the two cars drive away, a girl beside them enviously said, "Tomorrow is Chinese New Year's Eve. Mr. Cui wouldn't have come back specially to be with that woman, would he?"

"Who knows, he might have solved the troublesome problem." Celine said coldly.

The more I talk, the more I feel attracted to him. A man like him can easily control everything.

I heard that he was a playboy, but no matter how much he tried to please me on New Year's Eve, he refused to show me his favor. The cell phones on the table kept ringing, but the one in my hand was not ringing, but I kept looking at it.

Now I know that he was waiting for that woman's call.

The girl next to him said, "Celine, what you just said offended Mr. Cui's canary. Why don't you stay out of the spotlight for the time being?"

After having more contact with the big bosses of the financial groups behind Los Angeles, everyone knows that the man behind Losa is horrific and cannot be offended.

Celine didn't care: "What can I do? I don't see how much Mr. Cui loves her. She's just a toy."

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San Francisco is as glamorous as ever, and the vineyards are quietly bathed in the setting sun.

Lu Qi stood at the kitchen counter, kneading dough in front of the video. The cat-eye green manicure she had done some time ago had been removed, and her fingers were bare.

But after all, it was well maintained, and the clean nails still shone with a lustrous luster. When kneading the dough, it looked as white as the dough, and a little more pink than the dough.

After returning home, Pei Yao's phone never stopped ringing.

Sitting by the kitchen door talking on the phone.

Lu Qi heard his voice from time to time. He originally thought that something had not been done well in Losa, but after listening to it, he found that he was speaking almost Chinese. He was looking for his connections in China.

He even replied in a teasing tone: "What are you going back for? Burning incense in the middle of the night? If you don't sleep, then the gods won't sleep either... Don't look for me. I'm not going back."

I heard that his family in China wanted him to go back.

Lu Qi lowered his head and wrapped the kneaded dough and let it ferment.

He turned around and picked up the shepherd's purse with the vegetable basin, but before he finished picking it, someone hugged him from behind.

I was thinking about something and didn't notice when he hung up the phone.

Pei Yao leaned over and kissed her neck, looking quite disgusted with her for picking up the trash: "You didn't pick it up cleanly, you're not paying attention. What are you thinking about?"

Lu Qi was slightly stunned. She was facing away from him and he was on the phone, so how could he catch her little thoughts?

I felt a little helpless, as it seemed like my usual behavior could no longer escape his eyes.

I had to tell the truth: "I'm thinking about your family."

Pei Yao turned her around, put his arm around her waist, and looked her over with a smile: "Just think about yourself, Qiqi, are you so narcissistic?"

He knew clearly that she was not talking about him, but he still said it to cheer her up.

I felt a little warm in my heart because he was saying that she was his family.

After a moment of confusion, Lu Qi didn't let him lead her by the nose. She looked at him eagerly: "Besides me, you have many other family members, right?"

It goes without saying that the prince who grew up under the imperial city of Beijing must have a huge family, bound by countless interest groups, which is why he could remain immortal for hundreds of years.

Pei Yao smiled and replied vaguely, "I have a lot of relatives."

He doesn't acknowledge his family, and sometimes he really seems dull.

But he smiled at her so tenderly, and Lu Qi really couldn't understand why he gave her such a special preference.

However, due to memory loss, he couldn't remember what they had experienced together.

She could only worry about the fact that he had so many relatives, but she had none. Those relatives would definitely not accept her like he did, and might even hate her.

The red-haired girl was quite right. She was really not presentable and could only be kept abroad by him.

Pei Yao suddenly held her chin. Seeing that she was silent, he was in a good mood today and teased her, "Why are you feeling wronged? Are you jealous of me because I have so many relatives?"

Indeed, Lu Qi pursed his lips and nodded: "Yeah. I don't have any."

It's the Chinese New Year that has made her sentimental.

He sighed and tried to reason with her: "Isn't it enough for you to have me? What do you need so many relatives for? The closeness between relatives is just a matter of right."

"If they share common interests, they are relatives. If they interfere, they become enemies. Uncles and aunts are just for outsiders to hear. If my second uncle hadn't just taken on the position of foreign affairs for the fallen Xu family, he wouldn't have come to me so often. We are all busy, so who has time to care about other people's fireworks."

It is rare to hear him talk seriously about family matters.

Lu Qi raised her eyes and lit up. Although she understood the truth, it felt different to hear him say it in person. It was as if he really regarded her as the only person who could enter his heart.

I couldn't help but ask a little more: "Then are your grandfather and sister also relatives?"

"Pei Zhenzhen?" Pei Yao thought for a moment, "This one counts as family, right?"

Fellow sisters, there is no way to be picky.

Lu Qi didn't mention Grandpa, and he didn't ask any further questions. The word "Grandpa" was a taboo for him. Fortunately, she was abroad. If she were in China, he would probably find it difficult to protect her.

With her current status, she will never be able to see his grandfather in this life, and to be honest, she doesn't even dare to see him.

Forget it, it’s New Year’s Day, why make yourself unhappy?

Lu Qi knew her situation, and Pei Yao was probably helpless. What else did she want from him? Did she really want him to take her home openly?

Lu Qi didn't expect much. It was good enough. He tucked his collar like a kitten scratching it and said, "Let's not talk about relatives anymore. Come, let me ask you a technical question."

As he spoke, he took Pei Yao's hand and pointed at the fermenting dough: "Everyone in the north knows how to make dumplings, so you can do it too, right? How long does it take to ferment for it to be good?"

Pei Yao pursed his lips, raised his eyebrows, and fixed his eyes on the dough: "It should have been an hour before you asked me this question."

Lu Qi: “…”

Okay, it’s really useless.

Pei Yao rubbed her drooping little head. There was obviously a chef at home and the New Year's dinner had been prepared long ago, but she insisted on taking the initiative to make dumplings, doing something she was not good at.

Thinking about it, this thought is quite precious. If she wants to do it, then let her do it. Even if it is messy, she still has to eat it.

But, never mind, let's help her and don't let it become a mess.

"Any more noodles?"

Lu Qi nodded doubtfully. Suddenly, he lowered his head and put his face close to her lips: "Kiss me, I'll teach you how to do it."

This person needs a reward before he is willing to teach.

However, Pei Yao really didn't seem to have taught her anything. They both had strengths in their respective fields and shared common skills, so there was no need to teach.

And I heard him say that she used to be his teacher, teaching him how to navigate the entertainment industry.

But this matter always feels a bit mysterious. Does he need her to teach him?

Holding Pei Yao's neck, Lu Qi kissed his cheek with his lips, which were fragrant, warm and soft, just enough.