Qin Hanguan: "..."

Jiao Tang was overwhelmed with joy: "You forgive him, and if you drink it again, you will have to hang up tomorrow."

Yan Shuwang didn't say good or bad, he seemed to be bored, he pouted slightly, this action seemed a little childish.

Zheng Yu'an kept looking at him and couldn't help laughing along.

Yan Shuwang suddenly turned his head and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Zheng Yuan was stunned for a while, and he tentatively said, "Drinking too much?"

Yan Shuwang: "Do I look like me?"

Zheng Yu'an smiled again: "It's a bit like it now."

Yan Shuwang's eyes have been glued to his face, and don't know if he really drank too much, but Yan Shuwang suddenly got closer. .

"Your lower eyelashes are really long." Yan Shuwang half-covered his eyebrows, commenting on Zheng Yu'an's face, "It smells of milk."

Zheng Yu'an: "..."

Jiao Tang probably heard it too, smiled and said to Zheng Yu'an: "Yuanyuan is five years younger than you, no matter how you say it, it's not fresh."

Yan Shuwang shook his head: "It's different, the taste of milk is milk." He squinted, took a breath, and stood up, "I'm going to the toilet."

Zheng Yu'an was afraid that he was really drinking too much, so he hurriedly said, "I'll go too."

Yan Shuwang laughed a little this time: "Little girl holding hands?"

It's not enough to hold hands, but it's still a bit funny for the two men to go to the toilet together without knowing who to accompany the other, especially the toilet in this restaurant is still small, with one toilet and two urinals, and there is only one person in the middle aisle behind the door. Due to the distance, for fear of outsiders rushing in, Zheng Yuan had no choice but to lock the door.

Yan Shuwang solved the physical problem first, zipped up his pants, and prepared to pass behind Zheng Yu'an.

The result was just over halfway through, and Zheng Yu'an was finished. When he subconsciously hunched and raised his pants, the two bumped into each other.

"..." Zheng Yuan said "sorry" softly, but Yan Shuwang stayed close to him and didn't move.

Zheng Yu'an could only tie his pants first.

"Wash your hands." Yan Shuwang pointed to the basin beside him.

The place was too small, and the two of them had to wash their hands shoulder to shoulder. Zheng Yuan sneaked a glance out of the corner of his eye to Yan Shuwang, who was expressionless, his hands covered with soap foam.

"What the hell are you looking at?" Yan Shuwang asked suddenly, his voice was deliberately low, the foam on his hands was not washed off, and the faucet was rushing, covering up the knocking on the door outside.

Zheng Yuan opened his mouth, and he felt a little guilty: "I didn't see anything..."

Yan Shuwang seemed to be laughing out of his nose. He slowly washed away the foam. Occasionally one or two white flowers got on Zheng Yuan's hand next to him. Yan Shuwang helped him wipe it off naturally, but somehow he wiped more and more. , Both hands were covered with foam, and it was impossible to tell whose fingertips wrapped around the other first.

Zheng Yu'an was dizzy, always feeling that the red wine he just drank had some strong stamina.

"Sure enough, it's very red." Yan Shuwang looked over his head, and his eyes fell on the back of Zheng Yu'an's neck.

He touched Zheng Yu'an's ear with the tip of his nose, and said mockingly and lovingly, "The back of your ear is hot."

Chapter 23

The person knocking on the door probably wasn't in a hurry to go to the toilet, and there was no sound after a while, but the two big men couldn't stay by the sink for too long. Zheng Yuan took a piece of tissue paper and handed it to Yan Shuwang before wiping it up by himself. hand.

He didn't dare to stare at each other very much anymore. Yan Shuwang's constant temptations made him a little unsure of how to deal with it. Zheng Yu'an always felt that Yan Shuwang's sentence "Why do you always look at me" did not mean to be offended, More like flirting.

But it was obviously him who was transferred, but Yan Shuwang said it as if he was the one who took advantage.

Qin Hanguan had already drank too much at the wine table. He still had alcohol, and he was not crazy. He was half-supported and half-held by Jiao Tang and sent to the car. a few words.

Yan Shuwang watched for a while and said, "Why don't you send him back."

Jiao Tang glanced at him angrily: "No, it's a waste to send a big straight man home, and I can't do anything."

Yan Shuwang didn't speak, he just smiled.

The summer night was a little damp, and the wetness stuck to people's faces, like a layer of lustrous light. Zheng Yuan thought of the beauty under the moon that night, and the sweetness filled the air.

The car that Jiao Tang called also arrived, but Zheng Yuan's chauffeur hadn't come yet. Yan Shuwang remembered that he didn't buy a new one when he wanted to smoke. He turned to look at Zheng Yuan and asked, "Are there any cigarettes?"

Zheng Yuan touched his pocket and snorted: "There's only sugar."

Yan Shuwang's eyes became as if he had nothing to do with him, and said, "Children eat candy all the time."

Zheng Yu'an pursed his lips. He didn't say that it was the plum candy that he liked to eat just now. Neither of them smoked.

The hotel's business was still very good at eight or nine o'clock. There were many people coming in and out. When there was a lot of people, they naturally rubbed and touched. Zheng Yuan avoided several times, and gradually separated from Yan Shuwang and stood on both sides.

The sticky feeling in the air was stuffy and oppressive. It seemed to be the rhythm before the thunderstorm. Zheng Yuan raised his head a few times and saw the clouds pressing down on the eaves.

His expression hesitated for a while, as if he wanted to lean over to Yan Shuwang's side. Unfortunately, someone went up the steps again. Several people stopped and walked. Can't get in.

"I'm sorry." Yan Shuwang suddenly said, and the people who were about to enter the door stopped. Both men and women looked at him, and their expressions were astonishing as ordinary people look at stars.

Yan Shuwang was very familiar with this look. With a calm expression, he stretched out his hand, grabbed Zheng Yu'an on the opposite side, and pulled him to his side with light force.

"He was with me." Yan Shuwang's tone seemed to explain, but not very much. He was too strong and determined, "I borrowed it."