Overspill

In the middle of the banquet, Yu Shenyan slipped to the balcony to smoke a cigarette.

Today was a private banquet held by Zhou's family, and all the famous people in Xuncheng came. The lights, gold and black decorations, large bouquets of flowers, and the air were full of exaggeration, which was the Zhou family's usual style.

Yu Chenyan was smoking a cigarette, lowering his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

He never liked to attend these occasions, but even though he had reached a high position, it was inevitable that he would have to socialize.

But just a few seconds later, the curtain behind him moved, Yu Shenyan heard the sound, turned his head, and saw a boy standing there, wearing a neatly tailored white suit, with a handsome face , is the kind of youthful and flamboyant appearance, but tall, judging by his age, he is estimated to be in his early twenties.

Yu Chenyan quickly identified him in his mind, Zhou Yunxin, the youngest son of the Zhou family, is the old man of the old man of the Zhou family, arrogant and pampered, and has just returned from university abroad.

Seeing that there were people on the balcony, Zhou Yunxin didn't back out, but walked over, leaning against Yu Chenyan, with a pretty and lovable face leaning over, with a habitual seductive look in his eyes, and said with a smile, "Mr. Yu, Is it convenient to borrow a fire?"

He took one of Yu Shenyan's cigarettes very familiarly, put it in his mouth and moved it closer.His lips were beautiful, full and alluring as if they were wearing lipstick.

Yu Chenyan didn't really want to get entangled with such a young boy, he put the lighter on the railing, and then left with his fingers.

Zhou Yunxin took the lighter and lit the cigarette. In the smoke, his eyes were still smiling at Yu Chenyan.

Look at Yu Chenyan's indifferent eyebrows, the white and delicate neck exposed from the shirt, and those soft red lips.

He knew Yu Chen said that in Xuncheng, this Mr. Yu's reputation is not very good. After all, he stepped on his uncle's blood to rise to power, and his behavior is so ruthless. He adopted a son at a young age. There is a lot of speculation.

But Zhou Yunxin whistled frivolously in his heart.

His father never told him that this Mr. Yu is so good-looking.

He's so good-looking that one can't help but want to do something excessive to him.

He was bored at the banquet just now, the place was full of boring and vulgar people, speaking hypocritical social rhetoric, he was suffocating if he stayed for an extra second—until Yu Shenyan appeared.

Even though Yu Shenyan was tightly wrapped in a straight suit and had such a cold and haughty face, he could still see that under the suit was definitely an excellent and beautiful body.

Zhou Yunxin hooked the corner of his mouth.

"Thank you." Zhou Yunxin pushed the lighter back, and his fingers touched Yu Chenyan's fingertips, but he only paused for a second, then retracted.

Yu Chenyan didn't speak.

"Mr. Yu, why didn't you bring your girlfriend here today?" Zhou Yunxin probably didn't know what privacy was, and he didn't know how to be euphemistic. I'm not familiar with this place yet, may I ask if Mr. Yu is married?"

When he was speaking, his body leaned towards Yu Shenyan, and the distance between the two of them narrowed a lot, so that it would not be offensive, but they seemed a little intimate.

Yu Chenyan lowered his head and glanced at the young boy, Zhou Yunxin's eyes were full of smiles.

He is not a fool, and the people who have been interested in him over the years can be said to be a fish in the river, but this boy is too young, his family background is too good, and he has only met once.

He asked himself that he wasn't so charming yet, maybe he was being superstitious.

"No, but I already have a child." Yu Chenyan said lightly, "I'll go back first. Young Master Zhou, you can do what you want."

Yu Chenyan was about to turn around as he spoke, but someone grabbed his wrist. When he turned his head, the boy named Zhou Yunxin smiled at him, "Mr. Yu, can you chat with me for a while? This banquet is too boring, so Mr. Yu and you interesting."

Yu Chenyan raised his eyebrows.

But he hadn't had time to say anything.

A strong hand grasped Zhou Yunxin's wrist, seemingly without much effort, but easily forced Zhou Yunxin to let go of his hand.

Zhou Yunxin was in pain, he flicked his wrist, and stared at the third visitor who had just appeared on the balcony.

"Shang Ming?" Yu Chenyan called the man by his name.

Zhou Yunxin realized who this person was in a second. He rubbed his wrist and rolled his eyes inwardly.

This man named Shang Ming is Yu Chenyan's most capable confidant. He grew up with the same iron blood as Yu Chenyan, but he is loyal to this Mr. Yu's family.

Not to mention a good dog.

But Zhou Yunxin's eyes flicked around Shang Ming's face, and he saw that Shang Ming was standing beside Yu Chenyan, he couldn't see the ruthlessness in pinching his wrist just now, but kept a low profile and introverted.

But he is definitely not an existence that is easy to be ignored. Shang Ming's face is deep, with sharp eyebrows and eyes, and he has a handsome look with evil spirits. Zhou Yunxin thought that he should be the kind of man who would make women scream on the bed .

But Zhou Yunxin didn't like him.

"I'm sorry, Young Master Zhou." After Shang Ming let go of Zhou Yunxin, he returned to his polite manner for a second, "But my husband is not used to getting too close to men, I hope you will understand."

Zhou Yunxin couldn't help but raised his eyebrows, thinking, what nonsense are you talking about.

But Yu Chenyan obviously didn't seem to blame his subordinates, and reprimanded him lightly, "Shang Ming, that's too rude."

Then he looked at Zhou Yunxin with a fake face, which surprised "Young Master Zhou."

But after he said this, he didn't apologize at all, and without looking at Young Master Zhou, he went back to the banquet with Shang Ming.

The cigarette in Zhou Yunxin's mouth has just dropped.

He leaned on the balcony and watched the two disappear.

On the railing of the balcony was the lighter that Yu Shenyan had left just now, a small iron-gray square with a delicate bird carved on it.

Zhou Yunxin held the lighter in his hand and rubbed it, his eyes were a bit dark.

He is nothing else, but he is also a veteran in the field of Fengyue.

Xuncheng is still so boring, but Yu Chenyan looks too much for his liking.

Zhou Yunxin bit his lower lip and smiled.

He has to go to sleep one time before leaving, so that it is not a loss.

At the end of the banquet, Yu Chenyan drank a lot of wine.

Shang Ming didn't touch a drop, and he was still able to drive.

Yu Chenyan was half lying on the back seat, his face was a little red, the car window was half open, the night wind stirred the broken hair on his forehead, his black eyes became watery from drinking.

When Shang Ming saw these eyes in the rearview mirror, his heart skipped a beat.

But his face remained calm, and he asked, "Do you feel uncomfortable in your stomach?"

"A little bit." Yu Chenyan lazily replied, "Just now a few old bastards surrounded me drinking."

He said this with a bit of unusual capriciousness, not at all his usual majesty, but rather like acting like a spoiled child in front of his elder brother.

Shang Ming knew that he was really uncomfortable.

"Go back and cook some porridge for you." Shang Ming raised the car window, "Don't blow the wind, be careful of headache."

Yu Shenyan snorted dissatisfied.

After a while.

Shang Ming said suddenly, "The youngest son of the Zhou family today, Zhou Yunxin, stay away from him."

"why?"

"He has evil thoughts about you." Shang Ming didn't say anything too explicit, in fact, he felt that the bastard might have more dirty thoughts.

Yu Chenyan chuckled lightly, not convinced, "Shang Ming, I'm already 36, how old is the child, 21?"

"He's 23, and his reputation outside is much more absurd than you think. He was fooling around with girls at school when he was 16. Thanks to Zhou's family, the school didn't dare to expel him. I'm afraid it's even more presumptuous to go abroad in the past few years. "Shang Ming took another look at Yu Chenyan from the rearview mirror. Yu Chenyan had already taken off his coat, leaving only a dark blue shirt. His skin was as fair as snow, but he had a charming look after drinking wine. Thin red, his lips were also slightly parted, revealing his white and fine teeth, and his pink tongue poked out, sweeping lightly from his lower lip.

Shang Ming couldn't help but took a deep breath.

"Just stay away from him."

Yu Chen said it didn't matter, "Got it."

There was silence in the car again.

But not long after, the car drove through a long street, Yu Shenyan looked out of the window, and asked casually, "Don't you need to accompany your girlfriend recently?"

When he asked this sentence, his fingers slightly bent, scratching the leather car seat.

Shang Ming paused before replying, "No, she's on a business trip again. The two of us don't need to see each other often."

Yu Chenyan laughed dryly, "You guys are very stable."

Then he didn't speak again.

He couldn't continue asking.

He also wants to play a good brother, a superior who cares about his subordinates, asks about Shang Ming and his girlfriend's current situation, and jokes about when you will get married.

But he can't.

Yu Chenyan pretended to sleep and closed his eyes.But the annoyance in his heart was stimulated by alcohol and burned all over the mountains and plains.

He licked his lips, clamoring in his heart to grab Shang Ming's tie and make him succumb in front of him, be kissed by him, and be subdued.

He had a crush on this man for too long.

He has a crush on Shang Ming, his best subordinate, and his closest brother.

But Shang Ming has a girlfriend, they know each other well, they have a stable relationship, and they are a match made in heaven.

That girl is the elder sister Shang Ming met when he was in the orphanage. She is now a teacher at a university in the next city. She is quiet and elegant, with a kind smile.

Even if Yu Chenyan is so jealous, he has to admit that the girl has a quiet temperament, which makes people want to protect her, but is willing to command her.

It's not surprising that someone like Shang Ming fell under her skirt.