Yan Shuwang's eyes fell on the other's fingertips. He hesitated for a while before raising his hand to hold it. Jiao Tang had already run over and was stunned when he saw the two holding hands.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

Yan Shuwang shook his head: "It's okay."

He didn't let go of his hand, and Zheng Yu'an didn't mind letting him hold it. Jiao Tang said, "Let's go back to the lounge first."

Of course Jiao Tang had no objection, and he greeted the rest of the people and dispersed.

Zheng Yu'an was afraid of where Yan Shuwang really fell, so he half-supported and half-held and sent the person back to the lounge.

"I'll take a look at your legs." Zheng Yu'an half-knelt in front of the man, rolled up the other's trousers to the knees, lowered his head and observed it carefully for a while.

Yan Shuwang's legs are very beautiful, his skin is clean and fair, his body hair is neither sparse nor exuberant, and everything is just fine. Zheng Yu'an saw the red spots, but the skin was not broken, so he raised his head and asked, "Does it hurt? pain?"

Yan Shuwang probably didn't expect him to look up suddenly, and his eyes happened to fall into Zheng Yuan's eyes. The two looked at each other silently for a while before Yan Shuwang smiled softly: "It doesn't hurt."

Zheng Yu'an: "It shouldn't hurt the bones... What about other places?"

Yan Shuwang thought about it for a while, and didn't know if it was a joke, and said, "It hurts my butt to fall."

Zheng Yu'an was very attentive: "Is it the tail vertebra? You lie down and I'll take a look."

Yan Shuwang really lay down on the bench.

Zheng Yu'an lifted up the other party's sports vest, revealing Yan Shuwang's half-cut psoas muscle. The side curvature seemed to be carved, solid and sexy. When encountering people of the same sex with the same figure, he was more or less eager to compare. Zheng Yu'an was suddenly curious. Yan Shuwang has a few more abdominal muscles on the front.

Rao is of the same gender. It is still a bit embarrassing to help someone take off their pants. In the end, Zheng Yu'an only pulled off some of the elastics of the other party's sweatpants, glanced inside, and said vaguely, "It doesn't seem to be swollen."

Yan Shuwang's head lay on his back, and after a long while, he made a muffled "um".

"I'll buy you a bottle of water." Zheng Yuan stood up and said thoughtfully, "Lie down for a while."

Yan Shuwang had already sat up, he nodded expressionlessly, his posture was a bit strange, and he seemed to inadvertently took a bath towel to cover his lower body.

After the others left, Yan Shuwang's brows showed an unbearable trace of exhaustion.

The phone on the side rang for a while, but Yan Shuwang ignored it. He waited for the turbulent desire in his lower body to calm down, and then took out a cigarette from his bag on the ground, knocked one out and put it in his mouth.

It was Jiao Tang who called, and Yan Shuwang opened the screen lazily with a cigarette in one hand.

"Mr. Zheng is so handsome." Jiao Tang said, "No wonder you like it."

Yan Shuwang snorted, he was so good-looking, even the shape of the tip of his lips was touching, and when he smiled contemptuously, he looked like that sloppy prodigal son: "He is a straight man, not from our side."

Jiao Tang's mother said angrily: "Oh, why say it, straight men are boring."

Yan Shuwang took a breath and said nothing.

In fact, Jiao Tang didn't dare to touch his bad head, especially when Yan Shuwang was in a normal mood, he could only persuade in a soft voice: "There is no grass in the world, there are little 0s everywhere in the circle for you to choose, don't be so stupid. ."

Yan Shuwang laughed again, and when Jiao Tang heard it, he shut his mouth wisely.

"Tell me," Yan Shu looked at the scarlet fire on the cigarette butt, narrowed his eyes, and said calmly, "If I kill him when he comes back, will it count as rape?"

Chapter 10

Zheng Yuan not only bought Yan Shuwang's water alone, but also prepared drinks for all the golfers who played together on the court, and personally delivered the bottles in plastic bags to people's hands.

Jiao Tang looked at him with a complicated expression, inexplicably pity and sympathy: "Mr. Zheng is too considerate."

Zheng Yu'an smiled: "Small things, Boss Jiao is polite."

Jiao Tang: "Would you like to go back to the locker room and play ball for a while?"

Zheng Yuan shook his head: "Yan is still inside, I'll send the water in."

Jiao Tang stopped talking again, making Zheng Yuan a little confused, and made a questioning look: "What's the matter, Boss Jiao?"

Jiao Tang sighed, he gave up, and his eyes fell on Zheng Yu'an's buttocks: "Xiao Zheng, you have to be careful about your body..."

Zheng Yu'an: "?"

When Yan Shuwang smoked the third cigarette in a row, Zheng Yuan came in with water.

When he saw the other party, he smiled without saying a word, the corners of his eyes drooped gently, and two crescent-like smile lines rolled up around his mouth: "Why do you smoke so many cigarettes?"

Zheng Yuan's smoking addiction is not heavy, and he basically does not smoke continuously when he does not work overtime. The smell of cigarettes in the locker room is permeating, and he is a little choked. He unscrewed the bottle cap and handed the water to Yan Shuwang.

Yan Shuwang took it after a while.

Zheng Yu'an took out a bottle of red potion again like a juggler. He relaxed and knelt in front of Yan Shuwang and said, "Let me help President Yan with the medicine."

Yan Shuwang was silent, but he didn't refuse. The medicine was cold and cold, and it felt a slight tingling sensation when applied to the wound, but it was easy to wake people up. All so good?"

Zheng Yuan was stunned for a while, then smiled: "It's all trivial, not worth mentioning."

He wiped off the medicine on several red marks on Yan Shuwang's legs, dried it gently, and put the bottle in Yan Shuwang's bag. Zheng Yuan didn't rush to leave, and took out a pack of cigarettes.

"Don't go to play?" Yan Shuwang's hair is loose, his hair is very good, in Zheng Yu'an's opinion, it is good enough to receive a shampoo advertisement.

"If Mr. Yan doesn't play, how can I have an opponent." Zheng Yu'an was smoking a cigarette, and what he said was sincere. Yan Shuwang played not only well, but also cleanly. In short, he would be more willing to be an opponent.

I don't know where these words made Yan Shuwang feel happy again, he laughed, the corners of his eyes were raised, and his eyes were full of eyes.