Mainly because he gave too much money

Zhou Ziyi put the rod in Yan Xiuji's hand directly, and supported the billiard table with one hand: "Come on, Mr. Yan, Little Sunflower's billiards class has begun."

There was a joke in his words, as if he had returned to the time when he always joked with Yan Xiuji before.Or maybe the side of the table is a field that he can completely control, and all his actions become more comfortable.

Yan Xiuji didn't care about the young man's small, pretentiously offensive joke, took off his coat, threw it aside, and then came back and asked his "teacher": "Where do we start?"

"Of course it's posture." Zhou Ziyi raised his eyebrows and smiled, pointing to the penalty table, "Get down, dear."

Yan Xiuji's friends: Day... This sounds like a joke with color.

They realized that what the two said was "teaching billiards" was actually more like "spreading dog food", so they dispersed one after another.The young couple is sweet and sweet together, why should others join in the fun?Still have some eyesight.

Yan Xiuji really got down on the ground, but as soon as he bent over halfway, President Yan found that his shirt sleeves were a little restrictive.He straightened up and was about to untie his cuffs when Zhou Ziyi had already leaned over and started directly.

Unbuttoning the cufflinks, he gave the man two twists, exposing his wrist and half of his forearm, then Zhou Ziyi raised his eyelids and met Yan Xiuji's gaze: "Is this enough?"

For some reason, Yan Xiuji always felt that Zhou Ziyi's glance made his heart skip a beat.

But in fact, Zhou Ziyi might just be talking and looking normally, so Yan Xiuji can only answer normally, and whispered: "Okay, thank you."

"You're welcome." Zhou Ziyi turned his face away, and casually placed a white ball and a red ball, "Come on, brother."

His tone was calm, and his movements of swinging the ball were natural, but in the shadow of the light, the roots of his ears were already a little red.

——Fuck, did Yan Xiuji find out that I was deliberately posing and looking at him like that just now?

——Why was his voice so low when he thanked me!

Zhou Ziyi took a few deep breaths silently, and began to look carefully at Yan Xiuji's posture.

Yan Xiuji said that he was not very good at it, but in fact he still had some basic knowledge. At first glance, it looked like that.But if you look carefully, of course there are still many places that can be adjusted.

Zhou Ziyi will not let go of this opportunity.

"This side is a little crooked." Zhou Ziyi said while moving the tail of Yan Xiuji's cue, "You didn't put it in the direction of your line of sight, so it will be crooked when you hit the ball... No, that's right. "

As he spoke, the young man's right hand covered Yan Xiuji's hand holding the club, and moved slightly: "Your hand should basically be raised to this position, understand?"

The young man's palm was very hot, and Yan Xiuji's attention was diverted to half, but he still replied: "... Got it."

"Well, then your waist goes down a little bit, the line of sight is too high..."

Zhou Ziyi placed his left palm on Yan Xiuji's lower back, and pressed it down gently.The shirt really didn't have any heat-insulating function, the temperature from the palm of his hand burned Yan Xiuji's skin, and Yan Xiuji almost didn't have a shiver.

He was about to reply, but Zhou Ziyi didn't know it was over yet.

"Brother, the position of the cue is a little bit off. Uh, it sticks here, understand..." Zhou Ziyi was speaking, and Yan Xiuji felt his body almost sticking to his back.It's not heavy, but the front chest is firmly attached to the back, and the warmth of the young man's body is continuously transmitted.

It was no hotter than the palm, but this kind of intimacy made Yan Xiuji completely unable to concentrate.

The man couldn't help but flashed that night in his mind. In the porch of his house, both of them were wearing clothes, but they had skin-to-skin contact.That kind of fiery, that kind of anxiety, as long as you think about it for a while, you can't help but lose your mind.

——Is he willing to be close to me again now?

—Is it he...?

Yan Xiuji's gaze flickered, and the thumb holding the club moved slightly involuntarily.

Zhou Ziyi didn't seem to notice these changes, he almost hugged Yan Xiuji from above, stretched out his left hand to adjust the position where Yan Xiuji was holding the club, and then leaned down——

Almost cheek to cheek.

"You can see it from this perspective." The young man said slowly, his tone was as calm as a professional coach, but his magnetic voice was like a thread with a hook, attracting Yan Xiuji's attention.The breath of his words seemed to reach Yan Xiuji's nose, some faint smell of alcohol, some faint smell of coffee.Yan Xiuji felt his heart beat faster, and he was holding back his breathing, as if breathing hard would blow some light things away.

"Now the ball is relatively straight, you can aim for the middle pocket, just hit the lower part of the middle, you don't need too much strength, that's it-"

Zhou Ziyi took Yan Xiuji's hand, twitched it lightly, and sent it forward with a clever effort!

Hey!

The cue ball hit the red ball lightly, and then the cue ball almost stopped in place, and the red ball went straight to the middle pocket.Unbiased, right into the hole.

"Look, it's that simple."

Zhou Ziyi got up immediately and let go of the two hands that had just held Yan Xiuji.He took a step back, as if he wanted to give up the position to Yan Xiuji, but actually he wanted to hide himself in a darker place, so that others would not be able to notice that the heat on his body was showing.

He felt really crazy.

The matter of taking advantage of Yan Xiuji before has not been resolved, and now eating tofu while taking advantage of this unclear state of stalemate, is like being reincarnated from a hungry (feng) dead (liu) ghost.He is now a dying patient, thinking that he is going to die, so let's count it out.

If Yan Xiuji should terminate the contract, it would not be wronged at all.

However, Yan Xiuji didn't immediately turn to Zhou Ziyi to settle the score.

President Yan Da himself was a little out of sorts.When Zhou Ziyi got up from behind him, his back suddenly felt cold, and the throbbing in his heart seemed to be blown by a cold wind, and he was inevitably lost for a moment.He straightened up, looked down at the table, and twirled the club in his hand.It seems that he is thinking about how to fight, but in fact, his mind is like a bunch of tumbleweeds blown by a strong wind, and he has no clue at all.

"Oh, are you playing pool?"

Yu Yanxi's voice suddenly changed from far to near, breaking the inexplicable stalemate atmosphere at once.The two people who were in a daze came back to their senses and looked at him.They didn't know when Yu Yanxi came and how long they had been watching.But after watching it, no one showed an embarrassing expression.

Zhou Ziyi even raised his eyebrows secretly: If I had known that I would meet this person today, I would have gone out this afternoon to get my hair cut and styled.

Yu Yanxi didn't look at him at all, but just looked at Yan Xiuji: "You know how to play snooker now? I only learned it when I was abroad. You're pretty good. Would you like a game?"

"I can't." Yan Xiuji said the truth, and pointed at Zhou Ziyi, "He's teaching me."

"You're so good, how can I teach you?" Yu Yanxi glanced at Zhou Ziyi and smiled, "Then I'll play a game with you? You also teach me?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone who heard them had subtle expressions.

Zhou Ziyi looked at Yan Xiuji: ... hit?

Yan Xiuji smiled imperceptibly: whatever.

"Wow, are you going to fight?" Yan Xiuji's friend finally couldn't bear it and came over to ask the two people, but his eyes only fell on Zhou Ziyi, "Are you calling 147? If you call, I will give you an extra bonus !"

There is another one who is not afraid of big things when watching the excitement: "I will help you score! I know how to calculate negative points!"

Well, although Zhou Ziyi's circle of friends doesn't exactly overlap with Yan Xiuji's, Zhou Ziyi showed great prowess when he played Sheffield before, and he was really out of the circle.

Yu Yanxi also heard something strange: "147...?" He looked at Zhou Ziyi with a delicate expression, "Can you call 147?"

"Luck, luck." Zhou Ziyi smiled, "Let's forget about today. I don't feel ashamed if I don't feel good."

Everyone: Tsk tsk tsk Mrs. Yan is so generous, she doesn't want to bully others and give them back.

Zhou Ziyi: Tsk tsk tsk and run away after installing X, so happy.

Yu Yanxi: ...

Fortunately, no one was looking for abuse on the ball table tonight, and no one was ashamed.

***

The party that night ended at one o'clock in the evening.

In fact, the next stall can be continued, but Yan Xiuji has to go to work in the morning, so this is a valid reason to leave.As "Mrs. Yan", Zhou Ziyi of course followed.

Before leaving, Yu Yanxi said to Yan Xiuji in front of Zhou Ziyi—or in front of him, Zhou Ziyi has always been by Yan Xiuji's side, "Another date?"

"...Okay." Although some unpleasantness happened before, Yan Xiuji didn't refute Yu Yanxi's face on the spot, but added, "You can find someone else, and call me when the situation is established."

The implication is very obvious - do not meet alone.

Zhou Ziyi didn't speak, but just adjusted Yan Xiuji's collar casually.President Yan Da is now able to accurately grasp the meaning of his small movements. He glanced at him with a faint smile in his eyes, but said nothing.

Yu Yanxi didn't know if he understood Yan Xiuji's words, he glanced at Zhou Ziyi, exchanged a few pleasantries, and said goodbye to each other.

The driver Xiao Li came to pick them up, Zhou Ziyi and Yan Xiuji hardly spoke in the car.Although the atmosphere in the bar seemed to have become relaxed before, when the two sat side by side in silence, the atmosphere was somewhat awkward.

Especially when there is a driver in the car who is not suitable for listening to certain words.

Along the way, only Yan Xiuji asked, "How are you? Are you dizzy?"

This is equivalent to asking "Are you drunk?" Zhou Ziyi tensed up as if he was arrested on the spot: "I'm not dizzy! I'm sober!"

The word "drunk" is always like a key to that night, and under certain circumstances, Zhou Ziyi's fur will explode like a cat.

Yan Xiuji had no choice but to stop talking.

The two returned home, one behind the other.This time Zhou Ziyi walked ahead, he mainly felt that the longer the two of them stayed together, the more suffocating they would be, and he needed to escape faster.

Yan Xiuji asked from behind, "How are you doing tonight?"

Zhou Ziyi was stunned by this question, then turned around and said, "How about it?"

"Happy, or not?" Yan Xiuji said, "Do you like this kind of gathering? Or don't you want to go to this kind of social occasion?"

At first, Zhou Ziyi felt that this question was a bit inexplicable. After all, attending Yan Xiuji's social activities was one of his "jobs".But after thinking about it for two seconds, Zhou Ziyi actually noticed something else.

"Mr. Yan, you have been by my side tonight." Zhou Ziyi leaned on the table by the wall, raised his eyebrows and looked at the man in the hallway, "So, do you think I'm happy?"

"You ask me?" Yan Xiuji looked into his eyes and said slowly, "I think...you are happy most of the time, right?"

Zhou Ziyi looked at him, smiled slightly, and looked so charming under the simplest lighting.

"You said yes, that's it."