The paparazzi was less than Pei Tingyuan's shoulders, so Pei Tingyuan looked at him condescendingly.

The paparazzi shivered inexplicably, and suddenly felt that asking this question would inevitably become the most regrettable thing in his life.

He asked, "Which newspaper are you from?"

The others looked at the paparazzi with sympathetic eyes, probably a newcomer, otherwise they would never ask such a sharp and straightforward question, but they would have killed their own boss.

The paparazzi's tongue seemed to be knotted, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

Pei Tingyuan said again: "Does anyone know which newspaper he belongs to?"

Immediately, someone jumped out and shouted, "He's the gossip guy every week!"

Pei Tingyuan glanced at the man, he felt that he must have a bright future, and he was about to be promoted to become rich and marry Bai Fumei.

"Ji Yang," Pei Tingyuan dialed Ji Yang's phone, "Tomorrow, I want to see the weekly gossip, this magazine disappears from the world." ”

The paparazzi sat on the ground in fright, never expecting that things would become so serious.

Pei Tingyuan once again hugged Qiao Xihe's shoulders, stood still in front of many cameras, and showed a gentle smile, "Here, I want to explain one more thing, my wife and I have a very good relationship, and there will definitely be no third party between us." So, I hope that in the future, I will not see any more negative news about me and my wife. ”

"Yes yes yes ......"

"Bless you guys. ”

"A hundred years of good together, early birth of a noble son. ”

The scene was filled with all kinds of festive and sweet blessings for a while.

Qiao Xihe was very helpless.

Pei Tingyuan is really good at doing scene kung fu.

"Okay, okay," Pei Tingyuan raised his hand, signaling everyone present not to speak, and then continued: "If there is another scandal about me or my wife, this person will be your fate." ”

He gestured to the paparazzi sitting on the ground, then turned away in a dashing manner.

When Qiao Xihe and Pei Tingyuan came out of the parking lot by car, they saw a large group of paparazzi lined up on both sides of the gate and waved goodbye to them.

“…… This battle is a bit too big, isn't it?" Qiao Xihe glanced back.

Pei Tingyuan said: "In the future, Qiaoqiao will never see those negative news again." ”

Qiao Xihe muttered, "You want to cover up...... In the future, even if you go out to mess with flowers, gossip magazines will not dare to report it. ”

Pei Tingyuan said with a smile: "I will never go out to mess with flowers." ”

"So sure?" Qiao Xihe scoffed.

Pei Tingyuan deceived him, "There is a delicate flower at home, how can those wild flowers and weeds outside be in the eyes?"

With a low and magnetic voice, saying sweet words, Qiao Xihe's face turned red, and he stretched out his hand to support his chest, "It's hot, don't get so close." ”

Pei Tingyuan snapped his fingers and instructed the driver, "Turn down the air conditioner." ”

The driver immediately did so, while sneaking a glance in the rearview mirror.

The relationship between the young master and the young lady seems to be getting better and better.

"It's not hot now, is it?" asked Pei Tingyuan.

Qiao Xihe looked left and right, wanting to find out something wrong again.

Pei Tingyuan took the opportunity to sit quietly with her arms in his arms.

The car sped on the road, leaving the Siming Mountain Scenic Area and heading towards the city.

"Young Master, Young Madam, it's here. The driver stopped the car steadily and spoke.

Qiao Xihe was sending WeChat messages to Lu Feifei, and when he heard this, he looked up at the window, and what caught his eye was not the villa in Xisong Garden, but ......

"Barbecue stall?" she looked at in amazement, at this time, the expensive Bentley class was parked on the side of the noisy street, and the roadside was lined with various food stalls ready to open, and the stall owners were busy, putting out all kinds of food, hanging small colorful light bulbs, so as to attract passers-by.

Seeing that Qiao Xihe was stunned, Pei Tingyuan smiled and said, "Didn't you say okay, eat skewers at night." ”

Qiao Xihe couldn't believe it, "Are you willing to sit in this kind of place and eat skewers?"

"Why don't you want to?" Pei Tingyuan said as he opened the car door, "Mrs. Pei, please?"

Since Pei Tingyuan was willing, she had no reason to think about his identity, as if she was afraid that he would suddenly regret it, she got out of the car.

She is quite familiar with this street, because there is a kebab shop that has been on TV, and the taste is very good, and she and Lu Feifei often come here to feast on it. However, he had to hide from Lu Yang, because he always said that the roadside stall must be unpalatable and unhygienic, and he didn't agree with her coming.

It's been a while since I've been here, and when she smells the aroma of barbecue spices, her stomach growls greedily.

Taking advantage of the fact that there were not many people, Qiao Xihe hurriedly found a vacant seat, and subconsciously wanted to greet the person who came with him, but suddenly remembered that it was Pei Tingyuan, pursed his mouth, and swallowed it again when he reached the tip of his tongue.

Pei Tingyuan walked over slowly, like a model walking the catwalk. Although he didn't wear a suit today, the neat Burberry polo shirt on his body still didn't fit in with the roadside stalls full of sweat, oily smoke, shirtless men, and all kinds of foul language.

Qiao Xihe was about to take the menu to read, and when he saw Pei Tingyuan really coming over, he said coolly: "If you don't adapt to this kind of place, will you go home first to eat steak and drink red wine?"

Pei Tingyuan smiled slightly, sat down slowly beside Qiao Xihe, the plastic stool that looked a little black and greasy, then took out the paper on the table, and carefully wiped the dining table, especially the side of the table she leaned on, and wiped it vigorously several times.

"Would you like to buy you a bottle of disinfectant and cleaner?" Qiao Xihe asked with a smile.

Pei Tingyuan listened and nodded happily, "That's a good idea." As he spoke, he was going to call the driver.

Qiao Xihe hurriedly pressed his hand, "Hey, hey, hey, people will make you insane." ”

Pei Tingyuan put down his phone with a smile.

Qiao Xihe breathed a sigh of relief, took a menu and handed it to Pei Tingyuan, "What do you want to eat, you order, I'll write it." ”

There are only two stall owners at this barbecue stall, so the customers write their own menus and hand them over to the stall owners.

Pei Tingyuan looked at the menu and asked, "Qiaoqiao, what do you like to eat?"

"Huh?" Qiao Xihe tilted his head and counted them one by one with his fingers, "Pork belly, lamb skewers, duck hearts, enoki mushrooms, chicken wings, and ......"

She was like a cross talk actor, and she talked about a lot of food without stopping.

"Hmm......" Pei Tingyuan touched his chin and said, "Then I want thirty skewers of mutton skewers, twenty skewers of pork belly, ten skewers of duck heart chicken wings, and enoki mushrooms......

Qiao Xihe did as he said, and quickly wrote on the order list.

"Anything else?" she asked, going through the order list carefully, thinking about what else was missing, "Huh?"

She sensed something was wrong.

Why hurry up Pei Ting's stay is what she likes to eat, are their tastes so similar?