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Chapter 231 You smell so good

Master Pei's answer was affirmative; of course, he would provide exclusive services for special guests.

Whether the special services provided are what the guests need is another matter.

Yan Zhuoyu was forced back to a prone position, her hands tied behind her back with a tie, a very passive posture.

Pei Weijin, standing beside her, remained unmoved and continued massaging her acupoints.

With his seemingly detached and indifferent expression and demeanor, if it weren't for the fact that his size was too blatant, Yan Zhuoyu would really think that he had no reaction at all and was only focused on opening up her Ren and Du meridians.

Of course, the real intention was to show concern, not to open up one's meridians.

Yan Zhuoyu buried her head in the soft down pillow and muttered, "Our CEO Pei truly lives up to the rumors that he's an emotionless work machine. He's serious about every single one of the 360 ​​professions."

The implication is that I hate you for being such a blockhead.

However, she quite liked the wood.

Pei Weijin didn't refute, pursed his lips and remained silent, very seriously following the massage techniques taught by the old Chinese medicine doctor.

Yan Zhuoyu glanced back at him and then at Xiao Pei.

Although one person didn't speak, something else was constantly being said.

I don't know who they're torturing.

Yan Zhuoyu teased him on purpose, picking up her phone but not playing with it, and said, "Did that old Chinese medicine doctor tell you that holding it in for a long time is bad for your health?"

Pei Weijin replied briefly, "Soon."

The massage is almost over.

Yan Zhuoyu snorted and looked away from that spot.

A small patch of the man's shirt was damp; otherwise, she would have said earlier that there was no need for lubrication between them.

Yan Zhuoyu closed her eyes to rest and enjoy the massage. She felt lazy all over, and as her palms warmed up, drowsiness slowly crept in.

When she spoke, her voice was a little soft, and she asked wearily, "I heard from Secretary Meng that your company is going to hold its annual meeting in a few days?"

"Yes, it will be held in three days. Participation is voluntary for employees. If you don't want to participate, you can draw a number in advance. The prize will be delivered directly to your home. After that, it will be your official holiday."

After the massage, Pei Weijin helped her tidy her clothes and covered her with a blanket.

Yan Zhuoyu rolled over and rested her head on her arm, looking at him with half-closed eyes: "What are the prizes for the raffle? Can President Pei's wife participate?"

“Of course.” Pei Weijin lowered his voice as well, so as not to disturb her sleep.

"After the annual meeting, there will be a lucky draw, and everyone will receive a prize, with a minimum of 1,000 yuan. It is also a way for the company to send New Year's blessings to its employees."

Pei Weijin got up to pack his things, remembering that Yan Zhuoyu had inquired about the annual meeting, probably planning to go with him this year. Therefore, he explained the relevant matters with extra care.

However, listening to the annual meeting event planning proposal was indeed a bit boring, and since his voice was pleasant, Yan Zhuoyu simply listened to it as a lullaby.

When Pei Weijin looked at her again, Yan Zhuoyu had already fallen asleep, still occupying his pillow in her arms.

Pei Weijin turned off the light and got up to wash his hands.

After I came out, the phone screen on the bedside table lit up. Luckily, it was on silent mode beforehand, otherwise the vibration from the incoming call would have woken the person in bed.

He picked up his phone quietly, intending to hang up immediately, but after seeing that the caller ID showed it was Dr. Jiang, he went to his study.

"Hello, Dr. Jiang."

On the other end of the phone, Dr. Jiang's voice was filled with barely concealed excitement: "Good evening, President Pei. I'm sorry to bother you so late. But we've made new progress on the 'Hotbed' project, and I wanted to report it to you as soon as possible."

"please say."

As Pei Weijin spoke, he sat down at his desk, skillfully opened his laptop, and switched the voice call to a video call.

He leaned forward slightly, ready to record relevant information at any time, and he took this very seriously.

"First of all, the project license has been officially approved, and all legal and technical reviews have been successfully passed."

Dr. Jiang, wearing a white lab coat, spoke with a sense of accomplishment: "This means we can fully launch our experiments without being limited by the initial preparation stage."

Pei Weijin nodded in satisfaction and said, "Very good, Dr. Jiang. I grant you the greatest autonomy over this project. As long as it can continue to move forward, all resources will be allocated according to your needs."

Dr. Jiang laughed heartily twice: "President Pei, I don't have much of a pursuit for money; I'm just passionate about researching things that are beneficial to humanity."

He knew, of course, that his benefactor didn't want to hear such pointless talk, so he continued his report.

"Regarding the team, I have recruited a group of top biologists and engineers from around the world. They are arriving one after another, and the team is expected to be fully assembled and ready to start working next week."

Pei Weijin paused on the keyboard. Always a man of action, he transferred another sum of money to Dr. Jiang's account without hesitation.

"The funds for the next period have been transferred in advance. Please check your account."

Dr. Jiang's smile widened: "Haha, I love working with straightforward people like President Pei. Don't worry, I've also secured several additional grants from the government and private foundations."

"Assuming everything goes smoothly and funding is sufficient, we expect to achieve preliminary research results within five years, or even earlier."

Pei Weijin's cold, handsome brows twitched slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes: "Five years? This timeline is more optimistic than I expected."

He seemed to have thought of something, his brow furrowing slightly, and instructed, "Dr. Jiang, you must proceed steadily. I need you to report to me regularly on the progress of each stage. The ethical review must be taken seriously, and there can be no negligence whatsoever."

Dr. Jiang nodded solemnly, his expression turning serious: "Understood, President Pei. We have already established a dedicated ethics committee to ensure that all research is conducted within a legal and compliant framework."

"If any problems are encountered during the process, we must immediately stop the project to avoid any unnecessary negative impacts," Pei Weijin emphasized again.

The two chatted for a few more minutes about company matters.

Dr. Jiang was a talent discovered by Pei Weijin at an overseas exhibition. He then acquired a medical equipment company, which led to the initial concept of the Nurturing Bed project.

In fact, given the various pessimistic circumstances, people have been trying to push forward with such projects, but for different reasons. Regardless of the outcome, he wanted to give it a try, after all, the research and development direction of this attempt was unprecedented.

……

Pei Weijin shut down his computer and was about to return to his bedroom when there was a knock on the study door.

Yan Zhuoyu, still clutching his pillow, leaned against the doorframe and asked sleepily, "Honey, what are you doing? Why aren't you asleep yet?"

"I got a phone call, now I'm going to sleep."

Seeing how sleepy she was, Pei Weijin couldn't help but smile. He immediately picked Yan Zhuoyu up and held her in his arms to prevent her from falling asleep while walking.

Yan Zhuoyu sniffed him twice like a small animal, and finally found a comfortable spot to lean against him.

"I can't sleep well after you left. You smell so good."

As she spoke, she rubbed against him twice more.

Return to the bedroom.

Pei Weijin shoved his arm into her arms, finally freeing his pillow.

Yan Zhuoyu pressed her entire body against him, and even draped her legs over him.

Since the two started sharing a bed more often, Pei Weijin has stopped using his so-called healthy sleeping posture.

Pei Weijin gently patted her back, coaxing her to sleep.

The person in his arms remained motionless for a long time, and he assumed that Yan Zhuoyu had fallen asleep.

Just as he was about to close his eyes, he suddenly saw Yan Zhuoyu smiling at him, her eyes glazed over, in a state between dreaming and waking.

"Honey, I love you so much. You were amazing and wonderful today too."

"By the way, I'd like to attend your company's annual party. I forgot if I told you, but I think I mentioned it in a dream."

As Yan Zhuoyu was talking, she drifted off to sleep again.

The scent of pine wood suddenly drew closer to my nose.

Pei Weijin placed a kiss on her cheek.

"Good night, welcome Mr. Yan to visit your company."