Rainbow Amber

Chapter 8

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There are only two types of weekends for social animals and those who do not need to work overtime. Although Zheng Yu'an is quite self-motivated in his career, he is not a workaholic enough to completely sacrifice his rest time.

After drinking wine for two days in a row, Zheng Yu'an felt like bacon from a wine vat. He failed to stay in bed early on Saturday morning because Ms. Zhou specially cooked soup and brought it all the way to him.

"I knew you were drinking too much." The 60-year-old Ms. Zhou Chuntao was full of energy and dressed in a fashionable manner. Zheng Yuan looked at the small scarf wrapped around her head and couldn't help asking, "Where's Dad?"

Zhou Chuntao helped him take out the soup and put it aside to cool, and said with a smile, "He went to buy a movie ticket, we'll go to the movie later."

Zheng Yu'an said: "You can now book tickets online."

Zhou Chuntao couldn't stand it and said, "This is called a sense of ritual. What do you know, a child?"

The 30-year-old "child" could only drink the soup with his head down. Zhou Chuntao turned around and found that he had nothing to do, so he gave him a blind suggestion: "Are you lonely living alone, do you want to keep a cat? "

Zheng Yuan smiled: "I thought you wanted to raise a wife."

Zhou Chuntao said angrily, "I'm that kind of person. It doesn't matter to me whether you get married or not. I force you to do so. If people get divorced from you in the future, you will blame me again."

"..." Zheng Yuanan almost choked to death with a sip of soup. He took a napkin and said helplessly, "Why must someone green me?"

Zhou Chuntao was a little proud: "You are my son, I don't know what you are like?"

Mother was in a hurry to go to the movies, so Zheng Yuan could only drink the soup alone. He was sweating, so he simply took a shower and threw the few leftovers into the washing machine.

The real estate in the park was bought early, and the house price was not too high to bear. The down payment was from the family. Zheng Yuan took a loan of more than one million yuan, and the rest of the money was renovated one after another for more than half a year before moving in.

It is actually a waste for a bachelor to live in three rooms and two halls with more than 100 square meters. Zheng Yuan simply converted a small room into a study. In order to prevent Zhou Chuntao from worrying about his residence becoming a dog kennel, Zheng Yuan hired housekeeping to come once a week. Responsible for cleaning.

When sorting out the materials for WE GO, Zheng Yu'an remembered that he would have to play with him tomorrow.

"This is overtime." Zheng Yu'an thought vaguely, the digital contracts for materials in his mind seemed to be arranged dominoes, and they fell down with a slight push. They pieced together the outline of Yan Shuwang's face, clear Eyebrows, eyes, and lips are perfect.

Zheng Yuan's fingers were itchy, as if a strand of Yan Shuwang's hair fell there when lighting a cigarette.

He sighed, and when he regained his senses, he found it funny again. Jiao Tang happened to send a message on WeChat on his mobile phone, giving the address of the gymnasium on Wushi Road.

"Don't forget Mr. Zheng." Jiao Tang sent a very cute cat emoji, "We are all waiting for you~"

Men's wavy lines are always suspected of deliberately babbling, but Zheng Yu'an's reply is much simpler in comparison.

Jiao Tang's talk was not affected: "What position does Mr. Zheng play in?"

Zheng Yu'an: "I can do it."

Jiao Tang: "You are so tall, can you be a small forward?"

Zheng Yu'an: "Okay."

Jiao Tang made a face-lifting expression: "Mr. Zheng is so handsome~"

Zheng Yu'an: "..."

Speaking of businessmen, Jiao Tang is indeed someone who can talk, and he is not the kind of person who can talk, find topics, and talk about content. What Jiao Tang does is not offensive.

"Shu Wang is also a striker." Jiao Tang sent a voice this time, his attitude of calling Yan Shuwang's name was too intimate, "You two have to cooperate when warming up tomorrow."

Zheng Yuan replied with a smile, "I will try my best not to hold back Mr. Yan."

That being said, when Zheng Yu'an actually got to the court the next day, he realized that he was thinking too naively.

The Yan Shuwang team looks very professional. From clothing to running shoes, everyone is professional sports style. In contrast, Zheng Yuan is too casual. They play 3 on 3, and the two forwards will definitely be demolished. Zheng Yuan will accompany them all the time. Playing with customers has become a game with customers. Although it is only a few words away, it is still subtle.

Qin Hanguan knew that he had activities, and when he was warming up off the court, Zheng Yuan casually told him the latest progress on the phone, President Qin was very phony: "It's not good, I don't know how to please Yan Shuwang, the opportunity is rare. what."

Zheng Yu'an felt that his brain was not very good: "What you know, he will not know? I deliberately put water to feed the ball to the boss, do you think the boss will be happy?"

Qin Hanguan also made sense when he thought about it, and scolded him there.

Being an opponent is really troublesome.

Zheng Yu Anxin thought, the release of water is too obvious. The boss thinks that you look down on him. If you don't release water, you will win. No one will be happy if you lose the game.

Yan Shuwang was sitting on the sidelines, with a cowhide tendon in his mouth, and he slowly tied his hair with his fingers. Zheng Yuan couldn't help but look over, and found that he had raised his hair, revealing the refreshing back of his neck.

Yan Shuwang wrapped his hair around the ponytail, raised his eyelids, and looked at Zheng Yu'an.

Zheng Yuan smiled and asked, "How many years has Mr. Yan been playing?"

Yan Shuwang's eyes were still glued to his face, and he said lightly, "I belong to the school basketball team in college."

Zheng Yu'an was a little surprised: "That's amazing."

Yan Shuwang didn't say anything, but he could see that he was in a good mood, and it was obvious that the compliments were very useful, which was unexpected to Zheng Yu'an.

He then followed the words and continued: "I hope Mr. Yan will be merciful later, don't beat him too hard."

Yan Shuwang turned his face to the side, he seemed to really think about it, looked at Zheng Yuan and said seriously, "Okay."

The author has something to say: Mr. Yan said in his heart: "He praises me for being great, he praises me for being great, he praises me for being great, he praises me for being great, he praises me for being great"