Qin Hanguan was a little proud: "Be careful, you need to think more."

Zheng Yu'an smiled bitterly: "I think enough."

Qin Hanguan: "What? You didn't praise others, but they came to you to complain?"

Zheng Yu'an was embarrassed to say it was the other way around, but he couldn't really complain to Yan Shuwang. What's this called?

Is Yan Shuwang a water demon? Can deceive people?

Qin Hanguan saw that his face was not very good, and he rarely cared: "Go to coax, if you really like it, people misunderstood it, what a pity."

Zheng Yu'an glanced at him blankly, thinking about joking, who is coaxing who.

I was busy with work in the afternoon, so naturally I couldn't pay attention to the likes in the circle of friends. When it was almost over, Zheng Yu'an finally figured it out. The vase was probably Yan Shuwang's whim. Just like cats and puppies, and besides, it is not expensive in the first place, just with Yan Shuwang's worth, this gift may not be on the table in normal times.

Figured it out and figured it out, it's another matter if you feel comfortable or not.

Zheng Yu'an signed the contract that Chen Li sent in, and emptied the cigarette butts that were almost full in the ashtray.

He sat on his seat, lit another cigarette, took a few puffs, and the internal phone suddenly rang.

"Hello?" Zheng Yu'an picked it up with one hand, and his voice was a little vague because he was smoking a cigarette.

Zhang Jin smiled over there: "Mr. Zheng, you won't be here for a long time."

Generally, if the amount of money is astronomical in cooperation with large companies, the exchanges will be much hotter than usual. From the very beginning of WE GO's establishment, Zheng Yu'an has always been connected with Zheng Yu'an in terms of finance. Zhang Jin must be happy that he has finally continued this fate.

Zheng Yu'an has a good way of serving customers. He is handsome and sweet, and he is not generally likable.

"It doesn't take a long time, just a week or two." Zheng Yu'an held the cigarette in his hand and said softly, "Brother, do you miss me, or do you want to drink?"

Zhang Jin is delicious and drinkable, but he loves the middle of the glass. He recently got a few bottles of New Zealand craft beer, thinking of trying it with Zheng Yu'an.

"This brand of milk Stout was the champion of last year's World Beer Competition." Zhang Jin also did not forget to advertise.

Zheng Yu'an: "Stout has a strong taste, brother, are you used to it?"

Zhang Jin: "Isn't it just dark beer, the hops are like milk, you must like it."

Zheng Yu'an said okay, let's make an appointment, let's have a few drinks.

Zhang Jin: "It's better to hit the sun than to choose a day, just today! The wine is ready, it's just you!"

Many boutique Qing bars in Suzhou will keep a few good wines from regular customers, waiting for people to come and make them specially. The one Zhang Jin has been going to is called "Lan Jue", which Zheng Yu'an also knows, and he opens it directly after work. car past.

There were not many waiters in Lanjue, and there were only two or three bartenders. The proprietress sat at the bar to greet the guests, and she was a little surprised to see Zheng Yu'an's expression.

"Oh, it's been a long time since you came." The lady boss smiled brightly.

Zheng Yuan gave her a virtual hug: "It's a good start ahead, I'm too busy, I really don't have time."

The proprietress was delighted, and said in a coquettish manner, "I don't have anyone who can drink good wine here to cheer me on."

Zheng Yu'an: "Didn't I come here?"

He took off his suit, and inside was a lead-grey shirt. It was strange in April that the temperature actually dropped. This time, Zheng Yu'an buttoned up properly and took an ashtray.

After waiting for a while, Zhang Jin arrived, Zheng Yuan was about to stand up to meet him, and saw the person following him at a glance.

Yan Shuwang tied half of his hair high today, and tied it like an ancient Confucian scholar. face.

"..." Zheng Yuan really didn't expect Yan Shuwang to come, and inexplicably came up with the idea of ​​liking the photo. Qin Hanguan's voice sounded beside his ear like a loudspeaker.

[What do you mean, I'm not interested in her. 】

[Be careful, you need to think more. 】

Zheng Yu'an's face was calm, but the inside was actually choppy, and the waves came and went. He adjusted his expression and said with a smile: "Why is Mr. Yan here?"

Yan Shu looked at him for a while, and then asked nonchalantly, "The vase is pretty."

Zheng Yu'an took a while to realize that he had seen the photo, so he was silent for a while, and then said quietly, "I thought you didn't see it."

Yan Shuwang's eyes were like lingering lights, he showed an ambiguous smile under the dim yellow light of Qingba, lowered his head slightly, and stared intently at Zheng Yu'an's eyes.

"Zheng Yu'an" Yan Shuwang said calmly, "As long as it's about you, there's nothing I don't know about."

Chapter 17

Zheng Yu'an remembered that this was the second time Yan Shuwang called him by his first and last names.

Southerners seldom speak Mandarin that is particularly standard, and more or less always bring some southern Jiangsu accent, which sounds soft, but Yan Shuwang is not.

The tone in which he called Zheng Yu'an's name seemed to be on the tip of his tongue, and after rolling it over, he spat it out one by one.

Zhang Jin couldn't see the comings and goings between them. He had good wine, and naturally he drank the most. Craft brews are all small bottles, and there is no need to pay attention to blowing the bottle.

Zheng Yu'an simply didn't ask for a cup, and sipped a little bit from the mouth of the bottle.

Stout is rich and complex, with a bit of the bitterness of a classic stout, hoppy, fragrant and dense.

Yan Shuwang listened patiently to Zhang Jin's praise of how good the wine was while drinking.

When a man is drunk, he basically does three things. He sleeps and hugs the toilet to remember the past. The conditions for sleeping and hugging the toilet are not allowed. Zhang Jin can only remember the past.

"Little Zheng." Zhang Jin was drunk and didn't dare to hang on his shoulders with Yan Shuwang, so he could only hold Zheng Yu'an's shoulder with one hand, "I still remember when you were at the counter, that tender one, I'll do the accounting— - Do you remember? I wasn't married at the time, you smiled at me, tsk tsk, shy!"