When the topic started to deviate, Zheng Yu'an really did not expect it, mainly because the content with a bit of meat was not suitable for Yan Shuwang's exiled face.
Eating sex is the trouble of mortals, and Yan Shuwang shouldn't have it no matter how he looks at it.
"I'm so busy with work, I'm about to become a monk." If you really want to chat, Zheng Yu'an will not be at a disadvantage, talk about serious topics seriously, and it's fun to be frank, "After all, I'm really not a casual person. "
Yan Shuwang seemed to find it funny, but he really laughed and knocked out a cigarette.
"Smoke?" he asked.
Before Zheng Yuan could answer, the cigarette was handed to him.
Zheng Yuan took it.
He thanked him, took out his lighter, and lit it for Yan Shuwang first. After going back and forth between the two, there was still some tacit understanding. Even the brand of cigarettes was the same, and he didn't know who saved the other.
"I don't like you casually." Yan Shuwang said suddenly, holding a cigarette, putting his thumb on his temple, tilted his head to look at Zheng Yu'an.
The lights in the bar were too dim, which made Yan Shuwang's brows brighten. His smile was light, but his eyes were full of deep affection.
Zheng Yu'an looked away calmly, he took a cigarette, and after a while he said, "Don't keep talking about me, why doesn't Mr. Yan look for someone?"
Yan Shuwang shook the soot and said, "It's not suitable."
Zheng Yu'an asked casually, "What does Mr. Yan like?"
Yan Shuwang didn't know whether he was telling the truth or joking: "It doesn't matter if I like it, that person has to like me."
Zheng Yu'an was a little surprised: "Who wouldn't like you."
Yan Shuwang asked him back, "Do you like it?"
Zheng Yu'an: "..."
Tossing these words around, he couldn't get around the meaning of teasing. Zheng Yu'an was clearly not drunk, but his mind was a little dizzy.
In the end, he could only say dryly: "Mr. Yan, don't make me happy."
Yan Shuwang smiled, and after a long time, he suddenly said in Suzhou dialect: "I'm not looking for happiness, but joy."
The two finished smoking a cigarette and drank two bottles of wine. The concentration of craft brew is not much higher than that of ordinary water beer. Zhang Jin was really drunk again when he arrived at the back.
"Xiao Zheng, Mr. Yan is not here today to give me face." The drunk people talked a lot, Zhang Jin got into the car and dragged Zheng Yu'an and kept saying, "Fortunately, you are here."
Zheng Yuan laughed: "What are you talking about, go back to bed early."
Zhang Jin was mumbling what he was still talking about. For a while, "You and Mr. Yan have a good relationship" for a while, and for a while, "He values you."
When the car drove away, Zheng Yuan was relieved. He turned back and found that Yan Shuwang was standing at the door of the bar, looking at him not far or near.
"Has President Yan called for a car?" Zheng Yuan asked proactively.
Yan Shuwang shook his mobile phone: "It's not very good to cry so late."
Zheng Yu'an: "Why don't you take my car, I found a driver instead."
Yan Shuwang didn't say good or bad, Zheng Yuan just took it as his acquiescence, and stood on the steps together waiting for the driver to come over.
The weather in May should be hot or not. After a few rains, the sky is cloudy and the moon is not visible.
Zheng Yuan took out his mobile phone to see where the chauffeur was. He walked down a step and lowered his head slightly by the light of the street lamp.
Yan Shuwang's eyes fell on the back of his neck.
"It seems to be a little far away." Zheng Yuan said without looking back, "I'll change someone else." He brushed his phone and seemed to think of something. He was about to turn around and ask, "Where do you live, Mr. Yan?" Suddenly, his neck warmed, and Yan Shuwang's palm Actually posted it.
Zheng Yu'an: "?"
Yan Shuwang was standing on the steps one level higher. He was originally a long man. At this moment, he bent his back and put one hand on Zheng Yu'an's neck, and the two faced each other.
"You don't seem to know." Yan Shuwang stared at Zheng Yuan's face. He deliberately slowed down his speech and said, "If you drink too much, your neck will turn red."