"I can drink a lot." Lin Wanwan smiled, "Mr. Zheng doesn't need to be so polite."

Zheng Yuan has met two girls who dare to say that he can drink. The last one was Andai, the only woman who had drunk him.

Luo Yan said in a roundabout way: "We are not in a hurry for the best drinkers here. What are you in a hurry?"

Zheng Yu'an subconsciously looked at Yan Shuwang, and the other party was also looking at him. As soon as their eyes met, Yan Shuwang suddenly hooked his lips and smiled at him.

Zheng Yu'an: "..."

He used his drinking posture to block the other party's sight. After drinking, he said with a smile: "I'll do it first as a respect, and warm up the scene for everyone."

In terms of the level of likability, Zheng Yu'an said that he was second, and no one dared to say first. He served soup and vegetables, lighted cigarettes and poured wine. He couldn't make a mistake at all. When the banquet was over, Luo Yan and Zhang Jin both drank it. After a lot, Zheng Yu'an arranged for the two of them to drive instead, and when he turned around, he found Lin Wanwan standing at the door of the hotel dispelling alcohol.

"Does Manager Lin want to call for a driver?" Zheng Yuan asked.

Lin Wanwan glanced at him and said with a smile: "No hurry, can Mr. Zheng smoke a cigarette?"

Zheng Yu'an took a cigarette and handed it to her, and Lin Wanwan said "Ah" in surprise: "You and Mr. Yan smoke the same brand?"

Zheng Yu'an smiled and said, "It's a coincidence."

Lin Wanwan nodded: "That's really a coincidence."

After a while, Yan Shuwang came out of the box. The owner of the hotel followed behind him, and they talked about something, but Yan Shuwang's eyes fell directly on Zheng Yu'an's face.

Lin Wanwan seemed to be still a little nervous when she saw the upper-level leaders. She was no longer as casual as she just stood, and she also pinched the cigarette and called out "Mr. Yan".

This made Zheng Yu'an a little embarrassed. He was holding a cigarette. He didn't smoke, and he didn't smoke. After thinking about it for a long time, he could only ask superfluously, "Does Mr. Yan smoke?"

After he finished speaking, he realized that Yan Shuwang seemed to have asked him the same way in the afternoon. Thinking of his answer at that time, Zheng Yuan felt how stupid he was to be able to ask the exact same question.

"..." Yan Shuwang paused for a second or two, then took out a cigarette.

This step is too comfortable. If Zheng Yu'an doesn't have the ability to see it, he doesn't need to mix anymore. He took out a lighter and took the initiative to light the cigarette for Yan Shuwang.

Because the two were so close, Yan Shuwang lowered his head, and a few strands of hair on his cheek fell onto Zheng Yu'an's fingers.

"I'm sorry." Yan Shuwang naturally tucked his hair behind his ears, he took a breath, and let it out lazily.

Lin Wanwan stood aside, her face was a little red, she was speechless and asked, "How did Mr. Yan go back?"

Yan Shuwang smoked a cigarette and didn't speak, but the restaurant owner was very positive: "I'll take Shuwang back, don't worry."

Zheng Yu'an glanced at him, and the other party was looking at him. He reached out his hand and said, "Mr. Zheng, right? President Qin has been here a few times, and I always see you." Written: Jiao Tang.

Zheng Yuan also sent his business card over, and the two officially got to know each other.

As the name suggests, Jiao Tang was too familiar with the people he met for the first time, and was too sweet. He probably knew Yan Shuwang very well, and after that, most of his attention was on Zheng Yu'an.

"Mr. Zheng seems to be exercising normally, right?"

Zheng Yu'an said politely: "It's just a little time on weekends."

Jiao Tang was very interested: "Swimming? Basketball? Or the gym?"

Zheng Yu'an smiled: "It's all fun, not fine."

"Aiya, who's fine, not an athlete." Jiao

Tang Dynasty

Yan Shu Wang said, "Can we add another person to our basketball appointment the day after tomorrow?"

Yan Shuwang looked at Zheng Yu'an with a cigarette in his mouth, with a rare and amused expression. He said, "It depends on whether Mr. Zheng has time."

Zheng Yu'an didn't show it on his face, but he couldn't help scolding Yan Shuwang, the old fox. Everyone knows that the bank's high-net-worth client is his father. When Zheng Yu'an was still a relationship manager, he accompanied bosses of all ages to "contest" golf courses. Not to mention playing basketball, even if the client asked him to help Shuangxiu bring the children, he could agree without changing his face.

"What did Mr. Yan say?" Zheng Yu'an turned his face to the side, his eyes were focused, he looked at Yan Shuwang and smiled, "My time is all yours, if I don't make an appointment, how can I make an appointment, or you have the final say ?"

The author has something to say: Mr. Yan, who is "smoked", is irreversible.

Chapter 8

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 in his throat 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?"