Yan Hai'an knew that he was angry from embarrassment. Strictly speaking, Sun Yan had nothing to be angry about other than being cheap. Take advantage? It should be impossible to say, he is not Mo Yisheng, and Sun Yan is not interested in him, he touches himself and everyone enjoys himself, except for the last kiss.
And why is this happening? As the old saying goes, wine is a sex matchmaker.
But it's just anger, probably this is the so-called venting anger.
There is a western restaurant in the hotel, but how could Mr. Sun let it go? Yan Haian drove to the high-end restaurant that Sun Yan had designated in another luxury car, thinking that rich people are too evil.
He sat in the co-pilot with an expression of "don't mess with me, or I'll blow it up for you", looking out the window the whole time.
Sun Yan stopped eating western food this time, and took him to a courtyard house, which was a private restaurant converted by the owner's own house. There were only four tables a night, and the tables were not turned over.
There was no menu and no quotation. The dishes were reported by the shop owner. Yan Haian numbly watched Sun Yan finish ordering the dishes by himself, and couldn't help but feel even more depressed. How much blood will be spilled this time
Because there were few people, the food was served quickly, and a table was set up. Yan Haian is addicted to spicy food, so he silently pointed to the bowl of boiling fish in the middle to eat.
The two ate half of it in silence. Sun Yan put a chopstick and three pieces of rice in the bowl, and asked, "You and Li Qing have a good relationship?"
Yan Hai'an didn't stop picking up vegetables, and waited until the fish fillet in his mouth was swallowed before saying: "Yi Sheng and I are grateful to her for taking care of me."
Sun Yan nodded: "Mo Yisheng's phone number was given to me by her."
Yan Hai'an was taken aback, and looked up at him.
Seeing that he finally reacted, Sun Yan ate the food in the bowl in a good mood.
When Sun Yanzhen asked Li Qing these things, Li Qing would not refuse to tell him, but the question is why didn't Li Qing talk to him
Just like being able to read minds, Sun Yan said: "She told me not to tell you that she said it, I don't know what to think."
What do you think? It's nothing more than being good people on both sides.
Even though he knew that Li Qing was a businessman at heart, Yan Hai'an still felt a little uncomfortable after being tricked in such a small way. In the end, Mo Yisheng was just a commodity in her eyes, and no matter how well he took care of him, it was just to generate value.
Yan Hai'an continued to catch the fish, while sarcastically saying: "Mr. Sun likes to force people with power, but he does it as if he is innocent. Didn't you promise her not to tell us?"
Sun Yan actually didn't mean anything else, but now every time he sees Yan Hai'an blowing up his hair, he can't help itching, and sometimes he can't help shrinking his fingers, especially wanting to touch or rub him.
He couldn't remember why he felt that Yan Hai was pretending to be installed at the beginning, this feeling was very strange, and even made him feel a little funny and ridiculous.
So one didn't stop, and he kept flirting.
"I didn't agree to her. Besides, what do I want to do, can she control it?" Sun Yan smiled shamelessly, his eagle-feather eyebrows were raised slyly, with a relaxed and unrestrained chic.
No matter how displeased Yan Hai'an is with him, he still has to admit that Sun Yan has a masculine appeal. Presumably, even if he doesn't have the background of the young master of the Sun family, he can still attract many people to have sex.
Of course, it was impossible for him to say it.
Yan Hai'an was chewing the fish, with a sneer on his lips, he swallowed casually, and was about to say that I will give in to you if you are shameless, when he suddenly froze.
Yan Hai'an: "... Cough."
Sun Yan: "?"
Yan Hai'an's eyes widened slightly, he shrank his neck, turned his head and coughed again.
Sun Yan put down his chopsticks, frowned and leaned over to ask, "What's wrong with you?"
Yan Hai'an's face was flushed, with a pained and embarrassed look on his face, he coughed a few times, grabbed the water glass on the table and drank it down in one gulp.
Sun Yan suddenly understood: "Is the fishbone stuck?"
The fishbone was stuck in the throat, and it hurt every time he swallowed, and Yan Haian's throat was stimulated so that it contracted reflexively. He said with some difficulty: "Sorry, you eat yours, I'll go to the toilet."
Sun Yan saw that the place where he was clutching his neck was close to the Adam's apple, and knew that he had swallowed a little deeply, so he said worriedly, "May I help you take a look?"
Yan Haian shook his head, got up and left. When I came back a few minutes later, there was still a Sichuan character squeezed between the eyebrows, obviously it was not done.
Sun Yan put down his chopsticks: "I won't eat."
Yan Hai'an had a sore throat and was too lazy to talk. He just glanced at him and was about to pay the bill. Sun Yan had longer legs than him, so he caught up with him in a few steps, grabbed his arm and moved forward: "Go to the hospital."
Yan Haian was almost staggered by him, and had to give most of his weight to him, and said quickly: "No need!"
It's a pity that what Sun Yan said was never a discussion. He completely ignored Yan Haian's rebuttal, stuffed him into the car, stepped on the accelerator, and drove straight to the hospital.
Yan Hai'an knew that talking to this person was like playing the piano to a cow, so he didn't listen to him at all, so he could only stare at him with dead fish eyes and follow him around.
If it comes, it's safe, the condition of the throat is a bit serious, Yan Hai'an can feel that it should be swollen, and he doesn't even dare to swallow his saliva. He wanted to queue up, but was pushed onto a chair by Sun Yan.
He got up, was pushed by the tall and burly Sun Yan, and sat back down again.
Yan Haian: "..."
You're fucking kidding me, literally.
Sun Yan thought it was very interesting, looked at him with a smile, and seemed a little regretful when he saw that he sat obediently: "I'll go through the formalities, you wait here."
Yan Haian stood up in surprise: "No need, I will do it myself."
Sun Yan pushed lightly with his hand, and Yan Hai'an, who got up too fast and lost his balance, easily sat back on the stool.
Yan Haian: "..."
OK! you go! you go you go!
Sun Yan went to line up. Yan Hai'an sat in the first row and watched. This man was like an impatient lion in the middle of a group of sloths, his mane was fluffed up, as if he was about to growl in the next second, he opened his mouth and spewed fire, blowing the obstacles away. Things were swept away.
When he came back, Sun Yan's face was a little red, as if he felt that he was a little embarrassed in the line just now, wiped his face, and complained: "Why are there so many people?"
Sun's family has a family doctor, so they don't need to go to the hospital when they get sick, even if they go to a private hospital, this time they just found one nearby because they were worried about Yan Hai'an.
Yan Hai'an had laughed enough alone just now, but now he could hold it back when facing Sun Yan, and said in a serious hoarse voice: "You go back first, I will do it myself next time."
Sun Yan was like a big patriarch, he ignored the child's unreasonable troubles, read the words on the list clearly, and led him up to the third floor.
Pulling out the fishbone required two doctors to do it at the same time, and one of them sprayed Yan Haian with anesthetic: "Wait for five minutes for the anesthetic to take effect."
Yan Hai'an opened his mouth and felt like he was mentally retarded. Once the anesthetic was sprayed, the whole mouth didn't look like his own, as if there were a stone stuck in his throat.
Sun Yan asked from the side, "Uncomfortable?"
Yan Hai'an was ready for him to make some sarcastic remarks, but he heard him say: "Be patient."
It was a very gentle comfort.
Sun Yan kept looking at his watch: "It's five minutes."
The doctor was urged by him to start to move. One took a tube to find the fishbone to illuminate it, and the other took tweezers to pull it out.
Yan Haian's gag reflex was a bit severe, and he kept making retching sounds, and the doctor had to slow down the process. Sun Yan came over and put one hand on his shoulder, as if to comfort him, frowned and said, "You guys can't be gentle? Didn't you see him suffering? Ah? Did you get enough anesthetics? Why did he react like this?" ? Can you add more money?”
The doctors are well-informed, and many of them are local tyrants, so they won't dump him. Hearing his tone, Yan Hai'an really didn't care about anyone, he couldn't speak if he wanted to talk, and he couldn't see it from this angle if he wanted to stare at him, so he had to pat his hand on his shoulder to signal you to be quiet.
When the 2 cm fishbone was taken out, Yan Hai'an was about to vomit. Sun Yan was also shocked when he saw such a long fishbone: "Do you eat without teeth? It's so long and you haven't eaten a single one?"
Yan Haian rubbed his neck, thanked you in his heart, and opened his mouth: "Isn't it because of you, who made you talk nonsense when eating? Don't you know that you don't eat or sleep?"
Yan Haian: "..."
Damn, talk too fast, say the wrong way.
Sun Yan was amused by him: "Hey, are you getting more and more tempered now?"
Yan Hai'an closed his mouth with a headache, he was recovering a bit now, but unfortunately he couldn't hold up that layer of skin in front of Sun Yan anyway. He also remembered that this time he had promised to treat guests, but not only failed, but also sent Sun Yan to the hospital, he felt his head hurt even more: "Mr. Sun, I am really sorry this time, next time you choose a place, I will Again… "
The two of them took the elevator downstairs to get the medicine together. Sun Yan poked the elevator floor: "Forget it, this time, if you treat a guest this time, you will get a 2cm fishbone. Next time, if I ask you to treat a guest, it will be on the way." A car accident."
Yan Hai'an was too speechless tonight, so he simply stopped talking.
But he didn't want to talk about it, Sun Yan teased him and said, "How did you and Yi Sheng meet?"
The two got into the car and slid out of the parking lot. Yan Haian thought for a while, and felt that there was nothing to hide, and said: "I met him when we were studying painting, and when we met again later, he gave me a job."
"You have also learned to draw?" Sun Yan turned his gaze to look at him, but Yan Hai'an turned his eyes back to the front, "Then why is it that Yi Sheng draws alone now? You can't draw well?"
He turned the steering wheel, and the light from the street lamps flashed across his handsome eyebrows one by one, which made him lose the frivolity and temper of the past, like a pot of water that was always sloshing, and finally he was willing to stop slightly: "It doesn't matter if you can't draw well." Well, let me support you. Anyway, you can’t understand drawing this thing.”
Yan Hai'an held his chin, and the scenery outside the car window quickly passed by, as if the past time was receding in front of his eyes.
He squinted his eyes: "I don't have any talent. Now painting is just a hobby. I don't want to make a living from it. But I like to appreciate beautiful and clean paintings, so the current job is just right for me."
"Beautiful and clean painting?" This pretentious description made Sun Yan raise his eyebrows. Yan Hai'an's tone sounded extremely sincere, that light sincerity was like a layer of soft cotton, wrapped in a trace of boredom, and this boredom was not even exhaustion. But just an exclamation.
Sun Yan's heart was touched, just like when he saw the paintings on the wall of Mo Yisheng's studio that day. He has been doing whatever he wants for so long that he has almost forgotten why he did it.
After sending Yan Haian back to the studio downstairs, Sun Yan said through the car window, "I think we can become friends."
It was rare for him to speak so softly, so softly that he almost hesitated.
Yan Hai'an wasn't sure why he had rebelled. Is this a trap? Or just a whim? After thinking about it for a long time, Sun Yan was about to say something innocuous, but Sun Yan laughed again, the same kind of smile that was good-looking but always a little bit embarrassed, with a bit of disdain for something: "Remember you owe Me once."
He waved his forehead slightly with two fingers together: "Bye."
Yan Hai'an watched the rear of the car gradually go away, his throat started to itch, he coughed twice, then turned and walked towards the gate: "You have to be handsome when you say goodbye, what's wrong."