Chapter 540

Men's nighttime entertainment. The pressure of work during the day is huge, and they release their mood at night. They drink in groups, have dinner and chat, or go to the places of Fengyue, bars and even casinos together.

Lu Qinan asked his brothers to meet at the club today. They are all over 30 years old. I don't know if they are old-fashioned. They are not interested in Fengyue places. It's better to fight a fight and sweat.

"... Mr. Lu is really a good man at home."

The waiter of the club is very familiar with him, and he laughs.

Lu Qinan put on his boxer and was in a good mood. He laughed, "I'm still a single noble. I'll be a good man at home for a few years. I'll talk to your boss later."

The waiter looked around carefully. Seeing that Jun Zhimu had not come, he immediately said in a low voice, "our boss bought a batch of new horses last week. It seems that he wanted to teach his wife how to ride a horse. He also chose a gentle little white horse. However, our boss gave a look at the little white horse and immediately disliked it."

When Lu Qinan heard this, he had a wonderful expression. "No wonder those guys said last week that they couldn't meet Jun Zhimu to play golf. They took Qiao Baoer to ride a horse."

Junzhi's shepherd keeps Qiao bao'er under strict control. In addition to letting her stay in Junzhi's house, now even her entertainment time is gradually occupied, and even her cat needs to be found out.

"Tut tut... It's wife's strict control, or husband's strict control." All in all, junzhimu has less time to entertain with them.

The staff of the club have great respect for junzhimu, "our boss takes marriage seriously."

To see whether a man is really successful, the most direct thing is his marriage.

Junzhimu had no interest in Fengyue place before he got married, and he was very serious. After he got married, he was respectful to his wife and didn't make any fuss, so they all respected him from the bottom of their hearts.

When I think of Jun shepherd and Qiao Baoer, this ungrateful couple make complaints about Lu Nan.

"You don't know, the old man let your boss's wife copy the moral Scripture all day long and talk about doing nothing... Ha ha, then he took your boss in."

Lu Qinan spoke ill of others in a very arrogant way and laughed very cheaply.

"... talking about something, so happy."

Pei Haoran's face was still a little morbid pale, his voice was low, and he came in slowly with a farfetched smile.

Originally, he didn't want to go out, and Lu Qinan was too annoying.

"Pei Haoran, are you still living outside alone?"

Lu Qinan immediately went over and quickly changed the topic. Looking at his weak face, he could not help sighing, "it's so difficult for you to eat on time every day. It's the first time that you've been hospitalized with gastric bleeding."

Sometimes, I really doubt that Pei Haoran has a masochistic tendency.

Pei Haoran didn't want to say too much, but just nodded. He didn't live in Pei's house now. He lived alone in the newly bought villa, and then found a seat at will.

"... Lu Qinan rushed to the stage and beat me. I'm here as an audience."

Pei Haoran's tongue is as poisonous as ever, but now he is in poor health, and even his voice is powerless.

Lu Qinan has a bright smile and deliberately waves his hands like a big crab.

Yelled, "don't be an audience all the time. Life must be a good performance. Even if you lose, you've had a highlight moment on the stage... Today you have to be the leading role. Pei Haoran is going to fight on the stage. I'll practice with you. I'll be a sandbag at a loss and give you a few punches."

The waiter of the club also said with a smile, "Mr. Pei, we have a special person to guide you. You can rest assured to go on stage. As an ordinary physical exercise, it's very interesting."

Pei Haoran knows that Lu Qinan and his family are well intentioned, but he just wants to say no.

Two slightly heavier blue boxers were thrown at him. Pei Haoran was unprepared. He instinctively picked up the boxer and raised his head.

Junzhimu came to them.

"Jun Shao." The members of the club all said hello.

Jun Zhimu looks at Pei Haoran, strokes his fingers and points to the ring.

"... take Mr. Pei to the dressing room." In a low voice, he gave orders directly to the staff of the club around him.

Club staff regardless of Pei Haoran willing or not, two tall and burly staff immediately set up around the thin Pei Haoran, the surface respectful, "Pei, we take you to the dressing room." Drag people straight away.

Pei Haoran didn't resist, but just laughed bitterly in his heart.

Junzhimu didn't discuss with him at all. He gave a notice directly.

One side of Lu Qinan gloated and laughed, "Pei Haoran is more and more mother-in-law, just want to be strong."

Today, when Jun Zhimu is an audience, Lu Qinan and Pei Haoran on the stage dodge from left to right as they do in acting. Boxing is not very professional. However, for Pei Haoran, who has never been on the stage to fight, this intensity is already sweating heavily, panting and punching as hard as possible.

Lu Qinan usually fights with Jun Zhimu. The basic meaning is to practice with him. As long as he is beaten, he is proud today.

"Pei Haoran, you don't have any strength in your soft fist. I'll stick my face out, and you can't hit me. How can you be a man..."

Maybe the blind cat met the dead mouse. Pei Haoran really waved his right fist and gave Lu Qi a heavy blow to his nose.

Suddenly, Mr. Lu cried out in pain, "you really hit your face. Are you ungrateful?"

Junzhimu under the stage chuckled.

The rest of the onlookers laughed with flattery.

At the end of this funny boxing match, Mr. Lu claimed that his handsome face was injured and must be stopped immediately. However, Pei Haoran bent down, put his hands on his knees and gasped for breath. He was soaked with sweat all over his body, with sweat dripping along his short hair.

Very tired, exhausted, but very hearty.

It seems that the heart of the backlog of stones removed, the body is very tired, the mood is very comfortable.

After they took a shower in the bathroom and changed their new clothes, Lu qinanyang immediately drank a large glass of ice water. Pei Haoran's glass was warm boiled water, stretching his muscles and bones. He looked at each other and laughed happily.

"I used to sit under the stage and watch us fight. How do you feel now? It's not bad."

"Not bad."

Pei Haoran answered faintly. He felt that he needed a cup of glucose. He had never been on the stage to fight. He was a little weak.

Lu Qinan tut Tut, very tacit understanding, told the staff of the club, "open a cup."

"Thank you."

Pei Haoran's relationship with his family has always been lukewarm, but he is especially grateful to know some good brothers.

"In fact, Zhimu asked me to ask you out this time."

Lu Qinan is the most talkative among them, so he is often used by them to deliver messages. Junzhimu is not very talkative, but if he mentions something, it must be important.

"What's the matter?"

Pei Haoran quickly walked to the card seat. He had some speculation and expectation in his heart.

Junzhimu heard from Lu Qinan that Pei Haoran was overworked, forgetting to eat and sleep, and was hospitalized with stomach bleeding. Originally, he didn't want to take care of other people's family affairs, but when things turned out like this, he was willing to do what he could.

"... the address in France." Junzhimu simply handed a note to him.

Pei Haoran was very excited. He immediately took it and looked at it carefully.

Junzhimu didn't explain too much. It was tacitly understood that this French address was the place where Zhu Xiaowei lived, in an old city of Paris.

Pei Haoran's illness just happened. His face was still morbid and pale, but he was already planning to buy a plane ticket and fly there tomorrow.

Lu Qinan smiles insidiously and pats Pei Haoran on the shoulder. Like magic, he deliberately exaggerates and calls out, "Deng Deng Deng, see if this is the business class ticket you lost."

Pei Haoran took a look at the date of the ticket. It was the morning flight tomorrow.

I couldn't help laughing.

Men's friendship, sometimes very naive.