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

Chapter 207 Are you delivering legitimate takeout?

A black Bentley was parked in front of the hotel.

Meng Yuting sat in the driver's seat, occasionally glancing at his superior's expression through the rearview mirror.

The journey from the auction to the hotel was only half an hour, and he had already dropped President Pei off at the hotel, but the other party showed no intention of getting out of the car.

After finishing his conversation with his wife, President Pei fell into deep thought, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

Secretary Meng was feeling a bit uncomfortable, as if ants were crawling all over him, but since his boss wasn't moving, he couldn't very well ask him to get out of the car.

"Cough cough."

Meng Yuting tactfully reminded him, "President Pei, we have arrived at the hotel. Do you have any other instructions that you need me to handle?"

Pei Weijin actually glanced at him, his expression complex.

"Ah."

Secretary Meng smiled professionally and said, "Good, good, that makes things much easier."

"Please tell me."

"Make me a set of clothes similar to the current food delivery uniforms, in my size."

Meng Yuting's smile vanished: "???"

Now it was his turn to ponder.

Under Pei Weijin's expressionless gaze, Meng Yuting understood in just three seconds.

He believed that President Pei was subtly testing his business acumen and adaptability.

Secretary Meng quickly organized her thoughts and replied, "I understand, Mr. Pei, you intend to enter the food delivery industry and use AI technology to improve the safety and efficiency of delivery drivers..."

He rattled off a whole bunch of things, confidently believing that this was absolutely a perfect answer.

The fact that President Pei customized his work uniform must be to get closer to users and, starting from the users' psychology, gradually open the door to the food delivery market.

President Pei looked at him with a half-smile.

Meng Yuting felt uneasy under his gaze.

President Pei finally looked away without offering any further explanation: "As soon as possible. I need to see the finished product by noon the day after tomorrow at the latest. The style must be fitted."

Meng Yuting responded in the voice of a typical office worker: "Received."

After saying this, President Pei got out of the car.

Meng Yuting breathed a sigh of relief and gave himself a thumbs up for his clever little brain.

Serving a ruler is like serving a tiger, and President Pei is even more unpredictable than a tiger, but fortunately he understands the emperor's heart.

Hmph, he's determined to get his hands on this!

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Two days later.

With so many people and eyes around in the hotel, Yan Zhuoyu couldn't do anything freely, so she went directly to the villa that Pei Weijin had bought in the United States.

Although the villa has been vacant for a long time, it is always cleaned by a professional, and daily necessities are replaced in a timely manner.

As evening fell, the villa's doorbell rang.

"Ding-dong-"

The European-style door opens from the inside.

A man in a yellow and black striped work uniform stood outside the door. The fitted uniform showed off his broad shoulders and narrow waist.

Yan Zhuoyu pulled her luxurious, high-end bathrobe tighter, instantly transforming into a domineering rich woman.

Her gaze roamed boldly over the man, from top to bottom, focusing solely on his most intimate parts, even though these areas were covered by thick fabric.

"Madam, your takeout has arrived."

Pei Weijin held the small wontons, which were specially packaged in a takeout bag, in both hands and handed them to Yan Zhuoyu.

Perhaps it was because the rich woman Yan's gaze was too blatant that his tone became awkward.

With a cold, weary, and wildly lustful face, coupled with a poor but resilient temperament, Yan Zhuoyu's eyes were even more undisguised.

Tsk, her man's outfit makes him look like a poor college student in a romance novel who throws himself at her, spouting off about self-respect and high-mindedness while she tries to seduce him with money...

They just look like they're easy to bully.

Yan Zhuoyu fully embraced her rich woman persona. She had just finished showering, and her body still carried a faint scent of shower gel. Her robe had no buttons, and was only secured by a belt.

As she moved, her fair and shapely legs were revealed, her skin as smooth as jade, and her knees were flushed.

"Tsk, someone so handsome, and he's delivering food..."

Yan Zhuoyu reached out to take the takeout bag and accidentally touched Pei Weijin's hand, and even took the opportunity to rub his slender fingers a few more times.

She raised an eyebrow and asked deliberately, "Are you delivering legitimate takeout?"