Han Yiyi saw Yang Fei’s discomfort, pursed her lips and pushed her parents: “Dad, mom, go to bed! He is the boss of my company, I’ll just come to entertain you.”

"Oh! Big Boss! Yang Fei!" Dad Han slapped his hands and laughed loudly, "I know you! Last time you held a press conference on the rooftop, Yiyi invited me to attend. I saw you give a speech. You changed your clothes, but I haven't recognized you yet!"

He spoke and reached out his hand.

Yang Fei stood up and shook hands with him, and smiled and said, "Uncle, my first time here, I'm sorry to have my hands empty."

"A family, don't talk about two families! You can come and play anytime you want." Mother Han said happily.

When Yang Fei heard this, why did he feel something was wrong?

He looked at the time and said, "Mr. Han, why don't I go back."

"Don't leave, you guys talk! You guys talk." Han's mother pushed her husband into the bedroom.

The living room suddenly became quiet.

Han Yiyi tucked her hair and said with a smile: "It makes you laugh. I didn't expect it to wake them up. Go to my room to drink?"

Yang Fei was still hesitating. She capped the newly opened wine bottle and walked towards her room, saying, "I have good wine there, so I won't drink this. Come in."

Yang Fei stood up and followed in.

Her boudoir has a large balcony, which was converted into a study.

There is a chair inside.

Han Yiyi moved a chair in the bedroom to the balcony and asked Yang Fei to sit down.

She opened the door of the bookcase, took out a bottle of wine from it, and smiled and said, "You gave this wine to me. Last time you brought the wine back from a French winery, you said it was a good wine that was hard to buy. I gave me a bottle of wine. I kept it and couldn't bear to drink it. Today I borrowed flowers to offer Buddha."

Yang Fei said: "I'll drink it for you. After drinking it, I still have so many more."

Han Yiyi said: "Didn't you say that this wine is aging? I just keep it, thinking that it will be more delicious if I open it for ten or eight years?"

"Theoretically, this is the case. However, if you put it in a bookcase, it won't have much effect. If it's treasured in a wine cellar, it's even more perfect."

"Wine cellar? That's what rich people play. No matter what hobby they have, they have to invest a lot of money and time. I have a nephew who is practicing calligraphy. I don't know how much it costs to spend every year! I have to ask a famous teacher to teach and sign up for a class, which is a few thousand."

Yang Fei nodded deeply in agreement.

Han Yiyi said: "I don't have any other hobbies, but I love reading books. When I bought books, I realized that books are really expensive and I want to buy a lot of books. Now the salary is high, and it's better that I can buy whatever books I want to buy. In the past, I could only go to the library to borrow books. Sometimes I have to wait for a book to read for a month."

"I thought your hobby was dancing."

"That's also a time to jump and play. It's not a hobby."

The two sat opposite each other, drinking and chatting.

Yang Fei did not quit smoking and drinking. When he was so excited about drinking, he took out his cigarette and suddenly realized that it was not at his own home, so he put it back.

"It's okay, you smoke. In my room, there is a fragrance of books, powder, and wine, but there is less fragrance of cigarettes. You just want to soak me a little." Han Yiyi smiled considerately.

Yang Fei: “…”

"There is a dance hall downstairs. Do you want to go down to play?" Han Yiyi said, "But the grade is not high, and the people who dance inside are also nearby."

"It's too late?"

"Anyway, tomorrow is a weekend, so I won't go to work! Go! I haven't danced for a long time!"

"Is it because I'm working too much overtime?"

"No, I don't have a suitable dance partner. I wanted to ask you out a few times, but I didn't dare."

"Why don't you dare?"

"It's just a timid."

"I think you are very brave today! You have asked me to come home."

"Because, we are destined to be together today! I will meet you when I go to the muse. I work overtime, and you will work overtime with me."

Yang Fei laughed, cried a glass with her, and drank the red wine in the glass.

She told him to wait a while, then pulled up the balcony door and entered the bedroom.

Yang Fei put down the cup and looked at her bookcase.

Her bookcase is not big, but she can also hold hundreds of books.

Yang Fei took a brief look and found that each book was read by her.

Like Yang Fei, she likes to comment on books when she reads. When she encounters good sentences and paragraphs, she will draw wavy lines below. Next time she revisits, she will know which ones are the essence and which ones she has had before.

The balcony door opened, Han Yiyi changed into a professional skirt, wore a floral goose yellow skirt, a pair of lotus-colored high-heeled sandals, and an exquisite rose gold women's watch. Her hair was no longer wrapped around, draped down, and it was a little curly.

Yang Fei looked at her.

"What's wrong? Is this dress not good-looking?" She turned around and her skirt flew.

"It looks good, it looks like a different person. I thought that some fairy came down to earth!" Yang Fei smiled softly and put the book in his hand back on the bookshelf.

"Let's go!" Han Yiyi smiled, stuffed the red wine that she had not finished, put it back into the bookcase, and said, "There is still half a bottle, so I'll keep it for you to drink next time."

"Oh, then next time I come, will I have to bring my own drink?"

"Ah?" Han Yiyi smiled so hard that her branches trembled.

The two went downstairs.

The street lights outside the community are dim and there are few pedestrians.

The shops on the street are not closed yet.

The owner of a fruit shop fanned half of the watermelon that had not been sold out with a palm-shaped fan. Seeing Han Yiyi, she smiled and said, "Yiyi, is this your boyfriend?"

Han Yiyi said: "It's my friend."

"I'm just my boyfriend! He looks so handsome! He's so good to match you!" The boss lady smiled.

Han Yiyi smiled shyly and said to Yang Fei: "Are we really a good match? Why do everyone think you are my boyfriend?"

Yang Fei said: "The main reason is that I am handsome and my national husband."

“…”

The dance hall is on the second floor diagonally opposite the street.

The business inside is better than Yang Fei imagined. Many of them are middle-aged men and women who don’t care about their clothes and are also dancing ballroom dances in beach pants.

The environment is also very ordinary, with smoke.

Yang Fei frowned.

In the past, he probably just hangs out in this kind of place.

But now he feels so uncomfortable when he enters such a place!

Han Yiyi smiled and said, "Is it too noisy? Otherwise, stop jumping?"

Yang Fei said: "I'll take you to a place!"

Han Yiyi didn't ask where she went, just said huh.

She thought that Yang Fei would take her to the most luxurious dance hall or nightclub in the city.

However, she guessed wrongly.

The car stopped, and she looked at the sign outside and said in surprise: "Yacht Club?"

Yang Fei smiled and said, "Come on!"

He called Feng Ruolan.

Yacht clubs also work at night because most of the rich like to hold carnival parties at night, and even all-night gambling games that cannot be said.

Feng Ruolan received the call and immediately ran out of the club.

"Are you here? Where are Chen Mo and the others?" Yang Fei asked in surprise.

"Secretary Chen and his team have already returned. They only visited Neijiang and did not go out to sea." Feng Ruolan smiled and said, "Mr. Yang, do you want to use a boat?"
Chapter completed!