Rainbow Amber

Chapter 10

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Zheng Yuan not only bought Yan Shuwang's water alone, but also prepared drinks for all the golfers who played together on the court, and personally delivered the bottles in plastic bags to people's hands.

Jiao Tang looked at him with a complicated expression, inexplicably pity and sympathy: "Mr. Zheng is too considerate."

Zheng Yu'an smiled: "Small things, Boss Jiao is polite."

Jiao Tang: "Would you like to go back to the locker room and play ball for a while?"

Zheng Yuan shook his head: "Yan is still inside, I'll send the water in."

Jiao Tang stopped talking again, making Zheng Yuan a little confused, and made a questioning look: "What's the matter, Boss Jiao?"

Jiao Tang sighed, he gave up, and his eyes fell on Zheng Yu'an's ass: "Xiao Zheng, always take care of your body..."

Zheng Yu'an: "?"

When Yan Shuwang smoked the third cigarette in a row, Zheng Yuan came in with water.

When he saw the other party, he smiled without saying a word, the corners of his eyes drooped gently, and two crescent-like smile lines rolled up his mouth: "Why do you smoke so many cigarettes?"

Zheng Yu'an's smoking addiction is not heavy, and he basically does not smoke continuously when he is not working overtime. The smell of cigarettes in the locker room is permeating, and he is a little choked. He unscrewed the bottle cap and handed the water to Yan Shuwang.

Yan Shuwang took it after a while.

Zheng Yu'an took out a bottle of red potion again like a juggler. He relaxed, knelt in front of Yan Shuwang and said, "Let me help President Yan with the medicine."

Yan Shuwang remained silent, but he didn't refuse. The medicine was cold and tingling on the wound, but it was easy to wake people up. He lowered his head and stared at Zheng Yu'an's movements, and said lightly, "Who is Mr. Zheng to? All so good?"

Zheng Yuan was stunned for a while, then smiled: "It's all trivial matters, not worth mentioning."

He wiped off the medicine on several red marks on Yan Shuwang's legs, dried it gently, and put the bottle in Yan Shuwang's bag. Zheng Yuan didn't rush to leave, and took out a pack of cigarettes.

"Aren't you going to play?" Yan Shuwang's hair was loose. His hair quality was very good. In Zheng Yu'an's opinion, it was good enough to receive a shampoo advertisement.

"If Mr. Yan doesn't play, how can I have an opponent." Zheng Yu'an was smoking a cigarette, and what he said was sincere. Yan Shuwang played not only well, but also cleanly. In short, he would be more willing to be an opponent.

I don't know where these words made Yan Shuwang feel happy again. He laughed, the corners of his eyes were raised, and his eyes were full of eyes.

Zheng Yu'an looked away calmly, took a breath, and said nothing.

Yan Shuwang looked at him for a while, and suddenly asked, "Are you and Baijian friends?"

Zheng Yu'an held the cigarette in his hand. To be honest, he did meet Yan Shuwang at the pottery exhibition in Baijian last time, but the other party didn't mention it at all when they met. Zheng Yu'an thought that Yan Shuwang didn't notice him at all that day, or I saw it and didn't recognize it.

But now, that doesn't seem to be the case.

Zheng Yu'an thought for a while, and then said, "I have known Teacher Bai for a long time, and I am a Tao fan of Teacher."

Yan Shuwang didn't know whether it was true or false, and boasted, "Mr. Zheng is very talented."

Zheng Yu'an said modestly: "It's just for a layman to watch the fun, but I didn't expect President Yan to like it. I saw President Yan that day, and thought you didn't recognize me."

This sentence actually has two meanings. First, I pay attention to you first, and second, it is not me who pretends not to know.

Yan Shuwang raised his eyebrows, Zheng Yu'an was too smart and too ironic, and his words were not leaking. As long as he was a person, he could coax him with joy. Yan Shuwang loves his temperament, but sometimes he hates it so much.

"I thought it was Mr. Zheng who didn't want to know me." Yan Shuwang suddenly stretched out his hand, took the cigarette between Zheng Yu'an's lips, put it in his own mouth and slowly took a sip, he smiled and said vaguely, "After all, you are not People from our side."

Zheng Yuan was still holding a cigarette, and there was an inexplicable layer of sweat on his back. I don't know if he was embarrassed by Yan Shuwang's words, or if he was forced to smoke the same cigarette as the other party.

His appearance obviously pleases Yan Shuwang. The man lazily finished smoking half a cigarette and said lightly, "Next Friday Baijian will have a solo exhibition at the True Color Art Museum. Would you like Mr. Zheng to come and see it with me?"