Zheng Yuan got so much money from Yan Shuwang, but it was very hot. He fired a few times later, but what he sent out was far less than what he got. Now it's the other way around.
Before the sugar on the plate was finished, it could be seen that Yan Shuwang liked the flavored plum most, so Zheng Yu'an took a few and put them in his pocket, ready to borrow flowers to offer Buddha after dinner.
This meal is naturally the money from Zheng Yu'an.
Qin Hanguan ordered two cheese Aolongs without hesitation, and the drinks were open to drink. Jiao Tang himself was a catering cook, and there was no drink at the dinner table. None of the four people was poor in alcohol. After drinking a round, his face turned pale no change.
Qin Hanguan praised Zheng Yu'an while pouring wine: "We are round and massive, and our faces don't change."
Zheng Yuan just smiled and didn't speak. He subconsciously reached out and touched the back of his neck, and Yan Shuwang understood what he meant by this action.
Qin Hanguan went with the goal of getting Yan Shuwang drunk. He was good at drinking, and theoretically he was indistinguishable from Zheng Yu'an, but obviously, his amount was not enough in front of Yan Shuwang.
Yan Shuwang can drink mixed wine like water.
Zheng Yu'an saw him rudely interacting with Qin Han, cup after cup, and realized that the other party was really considerate when he was drinking before.
Qin Hanguan looked a little confused at the end, and his tongue became big: "Yan, Mr. Yan, you are really good."
Yan Shuwang lit another cigarette. His cigarette case was almost empty, and he was too lazy to get a new one. Qin Hanguan could no longer drink, and Jiao Tang followed a little. Zheng Yuan was still awake, but he drank a lot. The brain's reaction is almost half a beat.
Yan Shuwang casually tucked a cigarette between his two fingers. He smiled and his eyes were clear: "Order some beer to rinse your mouth?"
Qin Hanguan: "..."
Jiao Tang was overwhelmed with joy: "You forgive him, and if you drink it again, you will have to hang up tomorrow."
Yan Shuwang didn't say good or bad, he seemed to be bored, he pouted slightly, this action seemed a little childish.
Zheng Yu'an kept looking at him and couldn't help laughing along.
Yan Shuwang suddenly turned his head and asked, "What are you laughing at?"
Zheng Yuan was stunned for a while, and he tentatively said, "Drinking too much?"
Yan Shuwang: "Do I look like me?"
Zheng Yu'an smiled again: "It's a bit like it now."
Yan Shuwang's eyes have been glued to his face, and I don't know if he really drank too much, but Yan Shuwang suddenly got closer. .
"Your lower eyelashes are really long." Yan Shuwang half-covered his eyebrows, commenting on Zheng Yu'an's face, "It smells of milk."
Zheng Yu'an: "..."
Jiao Tang probably heard it too, smiled and said to Zheng Yu'an: "Yuanyuan is five years younger than you, no matter how you say it, it's not fresh."
Yan Shuwang shook his head: "It's different, the taste of milk is milk." He squinted, took a breath, and stood up, "I'm going to the toilet."
Zheng Yu'an was afraid that he was really drinking too much, so he hurriedly said, "I'll go too."
Yan Shuwang laughed a little this time: "Little girl holding hands?"
It's not enough to hold hands, but it's still a bit funny for the two men to go to the toilet together without knowing who to accompany the other, especially the toilet in this restaurant is still small, with one toilet and two urinals, and there is only one person in the middle aisle behind the door. Due to the distance, for fear of outsiders rushing in, Zheng Yuan had no choice but to lock the door.
Yan Shuwang solved the physical problem first, zipped up his pants, and prepared to pass behind Zheng Yu'an.
The result was just over halfway through, and Zheng Yu'an was finished. When he subconsciously hunched and raised his pants, the two bumped into each other.
"..." Zheng Yuan said softly, "I'm sorry", but Yan Shuwang stayed close to him and didn't move.
Zheng Yu'an could only tie his pants first.
"Wash your hands." Yan Shuwang pointed to the basin beside him.
The place is too small, and the two of them had to wash their hands shoulder to shoulder. Zheng Yuan sneaked a glance at Yan Shu from the corner of his eye, the latter was expressionless, and his hands were covered with soap foam.
"What the hell are you looking at?" Yan Shuwang asked suddenly, his voice was deliberately low, the foam on his hands was not washed off, and the faucet was rushing, covering up the knocking on the door outside.
Zheng Yuan opened his mouth, he felt a little guilty: "I didn't see anything..."
Yan Shuwang seemed to be laughing out of his nose. He slowly washed away the foam. Occasionally one or two white flowers got on Zheng Yuan's hand next to him. Yan Shuwang helped him wipe it off naturally, but somehow he wiped more and more. , Both hands were covered with foam, and it was impossible to tell whose fingertips wrapped around the other first.
Zheng Yu'an was dizzy, always feeling that the red wine he just drank had some strong stamina.
"Sure enough, it's very red." Yan Shuwang looked over his head, and his eyes fell on the back of Zheng Yu'an's neck.
He touched Zheng Yu'an's ear with the tip of his nose, and said mockingly and lovingly, "The back of your ear is hot."