Rainbow Amber

Chapter 17

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Zheng Yu'an remembered that this was the second time Yan Shuwang called him by his first and last names.

Southerners seldom speak Mandarin that is particularly standard, and more or less always have some southern Jiangsu accent, which sounds soft, but Yan Shuwang is not.

The tone in which he called Zheng Yu'an's name was as if he had put the words on the tip of his tongue.

Zhang Jin couldn't see the comings and goings between them. He had good wine, and naturally he drank the most. Craft brews are all small bottles, and there is no need to pay attention to blowing the bottle.

Zheng Yu'an simply didn't ask for a cup, and sipped a little bit from the mouth of the bottle.

Stout is rich and complex, with a bit of the bitterness of a classic stout, hoppy, fragrant and dense.

Yan Shuwang listened patiently to Zhang Jin's compliments on how good this wine was while drinking.

When a man is drunk, he basically does three things. He sleeps and hugs the toilet to remember the past. The conditions for sleeping and hugging the toilet are not allowed. Zhang Jin can only remember the past.

"Little Zheng." Zhang Jin didn't dare to hang up with Yan Shuwang when he was drunk, so he could only hold Zheng Yu'an's shoulder with one hand, "I still remember when you were at the counter, that tender one, I'll do the accounting— Do you remember? I wasn't married yet, you smiled at me, tsk tsk, shy!"

Zheng Yu'an laughed and said, "Brother, you have only been here a few times, and it's basically from Sister Yan."

Zhang Jin was not convinced: "Who said that, I've been there many times. The counter is busy and you didn't have time to greet us. In order not to affect your work, we stayed for a few minutes and left."

Zheng Yu'an felt vaguely strange, and repeated the question: "You?"

Zhang Jin slapped his forehead: "Look at my memory, we WE GO was still a broken workshop back then, and Yan always went to your bank to make an account in person several times, do you remember?"

"..." Zheng Yu'an really doesn't remember at all.

In fact, I can't blame him. Not to mention that the bank teller is separated by a layer of glass, thousands of subpoenas are made every day for the company, and there is rarely a chance to raise a head. It’s a streamlined operation, so there’s no need for much chatting and communication. If you delay a little time here, someone will succumb later. There is a time limit for closing the account.

Zheng Yu'an has a good memory, and the index of WE GO has the highest and stable growth over the years. In addition, Luo Yan is enthusiastic, "thank you" and "hello" are often on the lips, and Zheng Yu'an has a good impression of her.

"Mr. Yan didn't have long hair at that time." Zhang Jin thought about it and gave him a reason, "It's normal if you didn't recognize it."

Yan Shuwang was drinking slowly by the side, and it seemed that it didn't matter what Zhang Jin arranged for him.

Zheng Yuan couldn't hold back and asked him, "Have you seen me before?"

Yan Shuwang's eyes stopped on his face for a few more seconds, he squinted as if recalling, and after a while he shook his head: "I don't remember."

Zheng Yu'an also felt unreliable. It happened seven or eight years ago, and life is not a novel.

"Then I'm quite attractive." Zheng Yu'an laughed at himself.

Yan Shuwang raised his neck to drink, his Adam's apple was scratched up and down, and his lips were stained with wine, which was full and moist under the light.

Zheng Yuan felt that he seemed to smile.

"What do you think?" Yan Shuwang asked, "Do you think I fell in love with you at first sight, or did my secret love come true?"

Zheng Yuan blinked, he was a little sober as if he had been knocked.

Yan Shuwang held the bottle, bumped his bottle lightly, and said narrowly, "Zheng Yu'an, you are too sure."

Often walking by the river, there is no reason not to wet shoes, Zheng Yu'an felt that this time it was not as simple as wet shoes, but almost overturned the boat.

He was so complacent that he had forgotten the rules of the two circles. Andai said that Yan Shuwang had never looked for anyone outside the circle, but he actually thought he was the special case.

Why is he the exception? Zheng Yuan thought vaguely, the emotions of shame and self-esteem are both full and sour, the dryness of the craft brew is infinitely magnified, and it falls into the stomach, and it has a faint tendency to burn. A sense of emptiness and loss.

The alcohol made him nauseous, but had to respond appropriately.

"I'm being selfish." Zheng Yu'an held the bottle and smiled embarrassedly, "Don't mind Mr. Yan."

Yan Shu stared at his expression, but unfortunately he didn't see any flaws in the end, so he flicked the hair next to his ear with a little disinterest.

He gave a lazy "um", and then suddenly asked, "Why don't you have a girlfriend?"

Zheng Yu'an was stunned for a while, and after a while, he said dully: "It's something like feelings... You can't just take it lightly."

Yan Shuwang: "You don't need it?"

Zheng Yu'an didn't react: "What do you need?"

Yan Shuwang raised his eyebrows ambiguous, he took another sip of wine, and the tip of his tongue licked the mouth of the glass bottle, his voice was low and bewitching: "Go to bed, have sex, whatever."

He looked at Zheng Yuan and asked, "Don't you want to?"