"Xiao Zheng, Mr. Yan is not here today to give me face." The drunk people talked a lot, Zhang Jin got into the car and dragged Zheng Yu'an and kept saying, "Fortunately, you are here."

Zheng Yuan laughed: "What are you talking about, go back to bed early."

Zhang Jin was mumbling what he was still talking about. For a while, "You and Mr. Yan have a good relationship" for a while, and for a while, "He values ​​you."

When the car drove away, Zheng Yuan was relieved. He turned back and found that Yan Shuwang was standing at the door of the bar, looking at him not far or near.

"Has President Yan called for a car?" Zheng Yuan asked proactively.

Yan Shuwang shook his mobile phone: "It's not very good to cry so late."

Zheng Yu'an: "Why don't you take my car, I found a driver instead."

Yan Shuwang didn't say good or bad, Zheng Yuan just took it as his acquiescence, and stood on the steps together waiting for the driver to come over.

The weather in May should be hot or not. After a few rains, the sky is cloudy and the moon is not visible.

Zheng Yuan took out his mobile phone to see where the chauffeur was. He walked down a step and lowered his head slightly by the light of the street lamp.

Yan Shuwang's eyes fell on the back of his neck.

"It seems to be a little far away." Zheng Yuan said without looking back, "I'll change someone else." He brushed his phone and seemed to remember something. He was about to turn around and ask, "Where do you live, Mr. Yan?" Suddenly, his neck warmed, and Yan Shuwang's palm Actually posted it.

Zheng Yu'an: "?"

Yan Shuwang was standing on the steps one level higher. He was originally a long man. At this moment, he bent his back and put one hand on Zheng Yu'an's neck, and the two faced each other.

"You don't seem to know." Yan Shuwang stared at Zheng Yuan's face. He deliberately slowed down his speech and said, "If you drink too much, your neck will turn red."

Chapter 19

Zheng Yuan really didn't know, he subconsciously covered his neck, his expression both embarrassed and a little embarrassed under the street light.

Yan Shuwang looked at him quietly.

The atmosphere at this moment is actually hard to describe. Maybe the street lights are too gentle, maybe there are no stars and moons in the sky, Yan Shuwang's eyes rarely contain too many things, his eyelashes are very long, and the shadows like crescent moons fall, and the temperature of his eyes is like the early morning. The sunlight projection on the lawn is soft and lush.

The hand on his neck has not been removed for a long time, Yan Shuwang seems to have always had a kind of calm consideration, he seems to be covering up shame for others, but his attitude is very upright.

After a while, Zheng Yuan couldn't hold back, he said, "It's alright."

Yan Shuwang seemed to tease him: "No need to be sorry."

Zheng Yu'an sighed: "I thought it was shameful for me to drink."

Yan Shuwang thought for a while, comforted him and said, "It's not even a face."

Zheng Yu'an laughed, they were not as close as before, the aroma of hops had not dissipated, and around the middle of the two, Zheng Yu'an's double eyelid folds were not wide, but because of the high brow bone, it seemed very affectionate.

Yan Shuwang seems to always look into his eyes.

Zheng Yu'an sometimes thinks that what he does is not suitable for his age and is too casual, but he doesn't remember where he saw a sentence saying that it is boys who kill men.

He remembered that Andai had said before that he was boring, and he was very tired as an adult. Zheng Yu'an didn't quite understand the meaning of "boring" at that time, but now he seems to be able to understand it a little bit.

When the chauffeur came, Zheng Yuan's thoughts ran a little farther, he came back to his senses, and took the chauffeur to drive his car. Yan Shuwang sat in the back seat and subconsciously moved a position inside. Zheng Yuan hesitated for a moment. , or sat in.

Milk Stout is not an ordinary beer. Its stamina is as strong as that of red wine. Zheng Yuan is still dizzy, so he leans back on the seat and closes his eyes. Some regretted that they should have bought an SUV at the time.

Yan Shuwang suddenly said, "Turn left ahead."

The driver asked, "Do you want to drive in?"

Yan Shuwang said unceremoniously, "Drive in."

Zheng Yuan opened his eyes and found that Yan Shuwang lived in Moon Bay. He said casually, "What's the house price here now?"

Yan Shuwang: "Forty or fifty thousand, I haven't paid much attention to it."

Zheng Yu'an was silent, like a lemon in his heart.

The driver drove the car all the way downstairs. There are not many ground parking spaces in the high-end community. After Yan Shuwang got off the car, Zheng Yuan also followed him.

"I'm here to find a door." Zheng Yu'an joked.

Yan Shu glanced at him and asked, "Have you recognized it?"

Zheng Yu'an pretended to look back and forth, and said, "I recognize it."

Yan Shuwang laughed in the dark, and he said that you can go upstairs next time to find the door.

Zheng Yuan asked which floor you live on.

Yan Shuwang said the seventh floor.

Zheng Yu'an boasted: "The meaning is good, it's up and down."

Yan Shuwang said, "I didn't expect you to be quite superstitious."

Zheng Yuan waved his hand, the driver was still waiting, he had to go.

Yan Shuwang finally said that you should get in the car.

Zheng Yuan got in the car, he lowered the window, and wanted Yan Shuwang to go up first, but the other party stood there with his hands in his trouser pockets, looking at him as if he was not ready to move.

The driver stepped on the accelerator: "Go boss."

Zheng Yu'an casually said "um", he never went up to the window, looking at Yan Shuwang who finally turned into a dot from the rearview mirror.

Qin Hanguan came to Zheng Yu'an's lounge on the floor the next day.

The two are old smokers, chatting while smoking: "Did you drink yesterday?"

Zheng Yu'an nodded: "Drinking with people from WE GO."

Qin Hanguan: "Yan Shuwang has gone too?"

Zheng Yuan didn't deny it, Qin Hanguan said with a "tsk": "Did he care too much about you? How many times has he made an appointment in private?"

"..." Zheng Yu'an was speechless, holding a cigarette, "Why are you so ambiguous?"