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After a lively meal, Yan Junge took them to the billiard room. There was a table tennis table next to it and a bar on the other side.

Seeing the wine in the cabinet, Shen Ran became interested and yelled, "I'll mix the wine and you compete. Whoever loses will drink as a fine."

"Wine putty, keep an eye on the rhubarb." Yan Junge waved his hand, then took Zhang Yiyan's hand, "I'll cut some fruit."

Huang Yong looked at the hands held by the two of them and responded with a smile, "No problem."

When the two of them arrived in the kitchen, Yan Junge was about to take a knife but Zhang Yiyan stopped him. This man had just drunk a lot of wine and was holding a knife.

"Let me do it."

After saying that, he directly picked up the fruit knife. With a clean and neat movement, he cut the oranges they had just brought, divided them into two, pinched off the heads and tails, and cut them into pieces for the plate.

Then Yan Junge took out another seven or eight kinds of fruits, Zhang Yiyan cut them into pieces one by one, and simply put them together into a shape. Two large fruit platters were completed.

"Awesome!" Yan Junge gave a thumbs up, took out his phone and started taking pictures, "Yan Yan's fruit platter, I want to take pictures as a souvenir."

"Kacha kacha" I took a few photos and then I put away my phone without feeling satisfied.

Looking down at the little rabbit made of strawberries, the corners of his lips raised, "Yanyan, have you practiced?"

Zhang Yiyan shook his head, "I can't cook, but I can use a knife."

Nod hard, very 6!

Yan Junge took a few steps forward, opened his arms to trap the person in front of the cooking table, and his warm breath hit his face, mixed with a hint of alcohol.

Peach blossom eyes blinked, and her voice was bewitching, "Yanyan, I suddenly remembered something. You haven't asked for Yang Qi for a long time!"

"Don't you want my Yang Qi to be cultivated?"

Zhang Yiyan suddenly looked at him with wide eyes, his pupils trembled slightly, "You,,,"

The handsome face suddenly came closer. Yan Junge gently grabbed Zhang Yiyan's hand and shook it from side to side. "Yanyan, I feel that your face is not looking good. Can you use Yang Qi to heal it?"

"Gudong!"

This time, Zhang Yiyan swallowed his saliva, his Adam's apple rolled, and he looked at the person in front of him without blinking, looking into the deep peach blossom eyes, and nodded mysteriously.

Just when he opened his mouth to speak, his lips were blocked, smelling of alcohol, and the aggressiveness took over Zhang Yiyan's breath.

The raging tongue entered the mouth and chased the small tongue. Zhang Yiyan suddenly widened his eyes. He had never been treated like this before and subconsciously took a bite.

Yan Junge stepped away in pain, and pursed his lips in grievance, "Yanyan, it hurts so much when you bite me. It almost broke my skin."

"You, who asked you to..." He was breathing rapidly, and the tips of his ears were red. He raised his arm and put it on Yan Junge's shoulder, controlling him not to get too close.

After adjusting his mood, Zhang Yiyan pushed him again and turned away, "If you do this again, I will pull out your tongue."

Yan Junge saw that he seemed really angry, but his blushing cheeks were too weak, so he hurriedly coaxed, "Okay, okay, I was wrong, please don't be angry, okay?"

He picked up the strawberry bunny and tapped the tip of Zhang Yiyan's nose, saying in a low voice, "Yanyan, don't be angry with me."

Such a thick clip sound was really enough. Seeing him like this, Zhang Yiyan couldn't help but laugh, "Don't do this next time."

"Okay, let's go there." Next time, the kiss will last longer.

One person picked up a fruit plate and walked out. When they arrived at the activity room, Huang Yong and Le Sheng were playing table tennis, and Chen Hao and Li Qian were playing table tennis. Shen Ran had already prepared two cocktails and shouted, "Hurry up the PK. The loser must accept the punishment."

The two put the fruit plate on the coffee table and came over to watch them play. Le Sheng held the cue and said very openly, "Brother Yong, I am the little prince of billiards. Please give in quickly."

"Boy, I want you to know what it means to be old and spicy!"

"boom!"

Hole in one.

"it is good!"

Yan Junge shouted hard, put his hand around Zhang Yiyan's shoulders, lowered his head and asked, "Yanyan, do you want to play?"

Zhang Yiyan shook his head and said honestly, "No."

"Haha, it's okay, I'll teach you."

As he spoke, he took a club, hugged Zhang Yiyan from behind, and taught him step by step, his thick and broad chest gently pressed against his lean back. Huang Yong winked, and Le Sheng stepped aside knowingly.

"boom!"

Zhang Yiyan's eyes lit up, "In."

"Awesome." Yan Junge tilted his head and whispered. Seeing his bright smile, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and reveal an ambiguous smile at the corner of his mouth.

Le Sheng blinked at Huang Yong, "What are you doing, old gangster?"

[It’s obvious, flirting with a young beauty who is new to the world. 】

[Tsk, tsk, tsk, beast]

A few people had a great time, and after several rounds of PK, everyone drank a lot. Shen Ran pointed to the few glasses of wine in front of him and smiled wildly, "Mr. God, you also lost just now, pick one."

"These are all classics, DryMartini, Manhattan, Long Island Iced Tea, Salty Dog. I guess you don't drink much, so you drink half a glass."

Zhang Yiyan really didn't know much about this, so he picked up a glass and took a sip. The taste was mild, not spicy, and he took another sip.

"If you are discerning, this Long Island iced tea is very popular, and the alcohol content is quite high."

Zhang Yiyan nodded and sat on the sofa with a drink. Yan Junge also brought a glass next to him, "If you can't drink it, give it to me."

"fine."

Several other people also sat around with drinks. At this time, Song Qing came over, her expression was not very good. After leaving for half an hour, no one even thought of her.

Shen Ran showed Huang Yong his cell phone. The two of them murmured for a long time, then pulled Yan Junge, Chen Hao murmured, and finally Le Sheng joined in. After the discussion was completed, Shen Ran went to the bar excitedly. Turn on the stereo.

At this time, Yan Junge was in front, Chen Hao, Le Sheng, and Huang Yong stood in a row facing several people.

The music sounded, "Who~~~is~my~groom~~~~arrogant~~~"

Along with the singing, Yan Junge moved step by step, his movements were exaggerated and funny, but his expressions were very vivid.

"Pfft~~Hahaha..."

Shen Ran couldn't help laughing while filming the video, "It's so funny, it dances so well, hahaha."

Most of the people present were laughing. After Yan Junge danced a beat, he stood aside and Chen Hao answered, "Hahahaha,,,"

"Ha ha ha ha..."

The laughter kept coming and going, and it reached the climax when Huang Yong jumped. It was indeed the finale, it was simply awesome.

His big eyes twinkled, and finally he performed a belly dance, his big belly trembling, making several people laugh.

After the song ended, Yan Junge still stood in front of Zhang Yiyan and twisted twice. The latter raised his eyebrows and smiled, then raised his hand to support his waist. He was really worried that he would break his waist.

"Oh oh oh~~~"

"Ahhhh~~~"

Everyone was shouting and screaming. It turned out that Yan Junge twisted his hands against Zhang Yiyan's hands a few times, then stretched his legs directly and knelt down on Zhang Yiyan's lap.

Zhang Yiyan was slightly startled, then his hand was grabbed and placed on Yan Junge's chest, "You,,,"

What kind of situation is this? Do you think you are teasing Yan Junge now?

"Ahhhh~~~"

"Ahhhh~~~"

Before the screams stopped, Zhang Yiyan withdrew his hand and clasped Yan Junge's twisting waist with both hands. The latter was obviously unable to move, but there was still an ambiguous smile on his face.

Zhang Yiyan licked the corner of his lower lip, turned his head, and the tips of his ears turned red, "You, don't be like this, you,,, be more serious."

The voice became smaller and smaller, and Yan Junge heard it clearly. He lowered his head and leaned to his ear, the breath of alcohol spraying on his neck, "Where am I not serious?"

"Huh?" The tip of his tongue licked the tip of his ear, and Zhang Yiyan's hair stood up all over his body and he shivered.

The world was spinning for a while, and before Yan Junge could react, he was thrown to the side and sat down on the sofa. Just after regaining consciousness, he looked at Zhang Yiyan again, blushing and touching his ears. He also looked at him. There was a warning in his eyes, but his face was red, and his deterrence was obviously insufficient.

"Hahahaha, Brother Yan seemed to be flying just now..."

"Hahaha,"