Disagree? My husband has a mouth, there was no misunderstanding at all!

Chapter 80 The Black Collar and the Rose Gold Bell

It wasn't until 9 p.m. that Pei Weijin returned to his usual detached and indifferent state.

He drove home, and after Yan Zhuoyu left, the house became cold and deserted.

The butler approached, carrying a black delivery bag, and politely asked, "Mr. Pei, this is a package your wife ordered. The courier just delivered it and hasn't had time to open it yet. Would you like me to check it?"

Pei Weijin glanced at the black express delivery bag, noticing the string of ** numbers indicating the product information and its soft, lightweight feel, guessing it was probably clothing or something similar.

He took it from him casually: "No need, I can handle it."

After the housekeeper responded, he silently withdrew, packed his things, and prepared to leave work.

Pei Weijin sat on the sofa and gently sliced ​​the express delivery package with a knife, revealing an exquisitely packaged clothing bag inside.

You can vaguely see the misty blue clothing inside.

Pei Weijin suspiciously unzipped the packaging bag; it was still made of lace.

He pulled the entire garment out: "This is...?"

jingle——

With a crisp sound, the black collar and rose gold bells slipped off and scattered onto the soft sofa cushions.

And the misty blue garment was revealed in its true form.

It is a uniquely designed pair of men's lace panties with an open design.

Pei Weijin: "?"

He then took out the remaining two garments one by one: one was a dancer's blouse with an exotic flair, and the other was adorned with pearls...

Pei Weijin picked up the clothes thoughtfully. Since he had no work to do, he diligently went upstairs and hand-washed all three pieces of clothing.

After washing and drying the clothes, he went to his study, skillfully ignoring the frequent friend requests from Fu Zhuchen, and directly opened Weibo to study.

Upon clicking in, I saw that Teacher Lie, who hadn't updated his status in a long time, had posted a message in the super topic.

Teacher Lie posted a mirrored image with black background and white text, densely packed with small characters.

Driven by a thirst for knowledge, Pei Weijin saved the image and flipped it to see its true form.

Yan Zhuoyu was lifted up and pressed against the wall, her legs wrapped around his firm waist, her heart fluttering from the kiss.

[Unspeakable] His voice was hoarse with desire: "Wife, I watched your live stream. I've taken care of all the unclean things. You said you liked watches, so I'm wearing one now."

Yan Zhuoyu pushed away the clingy [unspeakable] person: "So?"

"Honey, I've been very good, aren't you going to reward me?"

[Unspeakable] With a suggestive lift of her hips, Yan Zhuoyu was so embarrassed she didn't know where to look...

The large sections of text that followed were either crossed out with a red line, attempting to cover up the truth, or blurred with Gaussian blur to make them less likely to be detected by the reviewers.

Two minutes later, Pei Weijin, having finished reading the article, seemed to be deep in thought again.

Teacher Lie has a very strong writing ability.

This left netizens in the comments section eagerly awaiting the food, flooding the comments section with likes and comments like: "Honey, I'm so hungry! Food smells delicious!"

Pei Weijin browsed through the comments and supertopics for a while. These kinds of articles are called fanfiction, ranging from clean to explicit content, with varying levels of explicitness, but there are also those who insert their own personal opinions into them.

After reviewing them all, he called Meng Yuting and sent him several sample documents.

“Send people to remove all similar articles related to wives on various platforms, control the content, strictly investigate articles that disrespect people, and only allow content that describes the neck and above.”

Secretary Meng replied respectfully, "Yes, President Pei."

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After filming officially began, it truly lived up to Qiao Xinyun's words: "One autumn rain brings one chill."

It rained lightly all night last night, and when I woke up this morning the air felt fresh and the temperature had dropped by three degrees.

The atmosphere on set was harmonious, perhaps all because of the meal the director mentioned after filming wrapped. In just half a day, the filming progressed by one-eighth.

Yan Zhuoyu had just finished her scene with Fan Wenran and was sitting to the side receiving a makeover from the makeup artist.

The female lead she plays is tricked into coming to the villa by her cousin, played by Fan Wenran, under the pretext of "becoming a big star and making big money".

She had just finished filming the first part of the movie, and for the next few scenes, she would be playing the role of a simple peasant woman.

The makeup artist applied several layers of yellow and black foundation to Yan Zhuoyu's face, and finally swept on a dark contouring powder before finishing.

"OK, Teacher Fan, it's your turn."

Yan Zhuoyu took the mirror. Her originally fair skin had turned yellowish-brown, her eye bags were puffy, her lips were dry and chapped, and there was redness and swelling on her cheekbones.

This was the first time she had taken on a role like this.

You must perform well!

Yan Zhuoyu noticed that Fan Wenran had been listless since morning and asked with concern, "What's wrong? You haven't been in a good mood this morning. Didn't you sleep well last night?"

Fan Wenran glanced at her, hesitated, and sighed, "It's nothing."

You can't exactly say, "Our base has been destroyed."

Her painstakingly written article was blocked early this morning, and she almost lost her entire account.

Yan Zhuoyu looked at her with concern and said, "It's good that you're alright. Don't hesitate to ask if you need any help."

"Thank you, Sister Yan." Fan Wenran gradually cheered up.

It's okay, if she doesn't want to write it, she doesn't have to. Anyway, she can still ship the couple on the spot!

Soon, the village chief led several young men to bring over a lot of watermelons. Tan Wenbo chatted with him for a few minutes and then cheerfully called out to everyone.

"It's so hot today, like a steamer. Let's take a break and have some watermelon to quench our thirst. The village chief even made some mung bean soup, so let's share it!"

Fan Wenran pulled Yan Zhuoyu along with her.

The woman cutting the watermelon was very quick and efficient. When she saw the two approaching, she greeted them warmly: "You two must be Teacher Fan and Teacher Yan, right? Come on, try some of our homegrown watermelon, it's refreshing and cooling."

Yan Zhuoyu took it and said with a smile, "Okay, thank you."

Fan Wenran also thanked them, saying, "Auntie, you can just call us by our names. 'Teacher' sounds a bit strange."

The woman smiled and nodded, but didn't reply. She picked up the knife on the table and started cutting the second watermelon.

Just as Yan Zhuoyu was about to leave, she saw the woman raise her hand, and her cotton-linen sleeve slipped, revealing several obvious stick marks on her forearm and abrasions on her wrist.

Seemingly sensing Yan Zhuoyu's probing gaze, the village woman quickly tugged at her sleeve, avoiding eye contact.

Yan Zhuoyu was unfamiliar with the place and, unable to ensure her own safety, had no intention of meddling in other people's business, but it was always good to remain vigilant.

Just then, Tan Wenbo called them over: "The village chief said that their area is remote and they don't have much contact with the outside world. The peaches and watermelons that the villagers grow rot in the fields every year, so he plans to give them to us for free."

"But I don't think it's appropriate to accept gifts directly. I'm thinking of organizing a live-streaming event tonight to help farmers sell their products. It can help the villagers and also promote the movie. What do you think?"

The actor playing the village doctor agreed: "That's a good idea. As long as the network signal is stable, it should be fine."

After everyone agreed, Tan Wenbo went to discuss the details further with the village chief.

The male actor asked Yan Zhuoyu with a smile, "I remember you have a die-hard fan named 'Zhuoye' who has incredible spending power. Is he a shill hired by the production team? If not, I reckon our live-streaming event to help farmers will be a huge success, hahaha."

Yan Zhuoyu: "..."

How could she subtly remind Zhuoye not to buy a truckload of yellow peaches and bring them home?