Yan Xianjue raised his hand to stop him: "No, I'm not interested."
Zhou was also a little surprised: "Just drinking today?"
Yan Xianjue nodded.
When he nodded, Zhou felt that something was wrong.
He and Yan Xianjue met when they were fighting and wetting the bed.
Not to mention asking him out for drinks alone, he rarely even goes into these clubs unless there is something important.
He leaned in closer and saw that his brother Yan looked okay, not like he had been offended by anyone, so he boldly opened the microphone and said, "Why do I remember that you have no interest in things like cigarettes and alcohol?"
The evening breeze in November is always a little chilly, and even someone like Yan Xianjue who is afraid of heat has already changed into a shirt.
Of course, the private club's box will provide the most comfortable temperature for guests, but Yan Xianjue did not call the waiter in again.
He put the bottle into the ice bucket beside him, casually unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, and folded them up twice.
Hearing the subtle hint of inquiry in Zhou Ye's words, Yan Xianjue raised his eyebrows and asked directly, "Don't you want to drink with me?"
"Then get someone else."
Zhou Ye quickly said, "I'm willing to accept it. Why wouldn't I be reluctant to eat at the rich man's house?"
"Besides, can anyone else have the kind of friendship we have?"
Yan Xianjue gave him a meaningful look: "Really? Then you shouldn't be hiding anything from me, right?"
Zhou didn't think much about it and shouted out his injustice: "Are you serious? From childhood to adulthood, you've always bullied me more. Don't tell me I wouldn't hide it from you. After all, I can't hide it from you at all."
Zhou Ye has been a very adaptable person since he was young. From the moment he called Yan "Brother Yan" for the first time, he never thought that he could turn the tables in front of Yan Xianjue.
The main thing is that I have a clear understanding of my own IQ.
After hearing what he said, Yan Xianjue just curled up the corners of his mouth slightly and smiled.
Feeling that the time was almost up, he didn't call the waiter in, but poured a glass for Zhou Ye and pushed it over to him.
Zhou Ye teased, "Young Master Yan poured me some wine. I'm really flattered."
Then Yan Xianjue demonstrated what a sugar-coated bullet and a knife hidden in honey meant.
Just as he said himself, Zhou Ye had never been on guard in front of Yan Xianjue. Although he felt a little strange, he didn't think that Yan Xianjue intended to get him drunk.
Yan Xianjue pushed cup after cup of wine, which cost hundreds of thousands of yuan each, in front of him.
After finishing another glass, Yan Xianjue filled his glass and slowly called his name: "Zhou Ye?"
"Hmm?" Zhou Ye was a little slow to react and responded with his tongue sticking out.
Yan Xianjue felt that it was about time. If he really got the man drunk to death, he probably wouldn't be able to ask what he wanted to ask.
He spoke slowly, as if intentionally giving Zhou Ye time to react: "Do you know anything about my childhood?"
Zhou Ye patted his chest and said, "Of course I know! I know... a lot more!"
Yan Xianjue chuckled: "That's good."
Zhou didn't know what he was talking about, but he also agreed: "Okay! Of course!"
After saying that, Zhou Ye drank the cup in his hand directly.
Yan Xianjue poured him a glass of soda water this time. Zhou Ye picked up the cup and took a sip without noticing, then immediately made a disgusted sound.
While he was looking for wine, Yan Xianjue took the opportunity to ask, "Have I forgotten anything?"
Zhou Ye tilted his head, his eyes a little dazed, and shook his head alertly: "I don't know, and I can't tell you even if I know."
Yan Xianjue: “…”
How should I put it? Actually, he was a little used to it, because Zhou Ye usually always acted silly, and then suddenly became smart.
But while Zhou Ye understood him, he also understood Zhou Ye.
He changed the question: "Did we know Lin Shi when we were kids?"
Zhou Yehao's computer froze for a long time, and after restarting, he started yelling, "Lin Shi is not a good person. Brother Yan told me to stay away from him!"
Yan Xianjue began to suspect that Zhou Ye was pretending to be drunk, and the next second his body froze.
Zhou Ye took advantage of Yan Xianjue's inattention and stood up to take a sip from the bottle.
After drinking, he didn't put the bottle down, but held it to his lips like a microphone, swaying and repeating to himself: "He is not a good person."
“Neither is the Lin family.”
"belch--"
"When I was little..."
Zhou Ye shook his head, thought seriously for a while, and said firmly: "...kidnapped——"
He spoke the last three words in a very low voice, so low that if Yan Xianjue had not been listening attentively, he would probably have missed it.
He didn't interrupt Zhou Ye, but the drunk man didn't understand Yan Xianjue's feelings at all.
At the point Yan Xianjue wanted to hear the most, Zhou Ye paused and repeated his previous words: "Stay away from him."
For a moment, Yan Xianjue didn't even know whether he should be relieved that he still remembered what he said.
He looked at the drunk man who was cosplaying as a tape recorder and was wandering around the box with a bottle of wine. He sighed helplessly and took out his cell phone to make a call.
"Zhou Ye is drunk, come and pick him up."
Without waiting for a reply from the other end, Yan Xianjue hung up the phone, stood up, took the bottle from Zhou Ye, put it back on the table, and carried the person out the door.
The manager, who was waiting outside with a group of waiters, saw the door open and hurried forward: "Third Master, is there anything we cannot serve you well enough..."
Before he could finish his words, Yan Xianjue raised his hand to interrupt: "No, I asked them to come out."
The manager smiled and said, "Do you need me to call a taxi for you?"
Yan Xianjue refused again.
After the two left, the waiter discovered something wrong when he was cleaning the table.
"Manager, these two glasses are filled with soda water."
The manager smacked him on the head: "The customer's drinks have been ordered and opened, why do you have to say what they're drinking?"
Yan Xianjue was unaware of this little episode in the box. After sending Zhou Ye to the car that came to Zhou's house to pick him up, he stood alone for a while.
Before coming here, he actually didn't expect to get much information from Zhou Ye.
After all, they are of similar age, and Zhou Ye may not remember what he doesn't remember.
But Zhou Ye was the person he spent the most time with besides his family, so he couldn't help but want to give it a try.
Unexpectedly, there was a pleasant surprise.
Yan Xianjue took a deep breath, and the cool breeze quickly blew away the smell of alcohol on his body.
My mind is also clearer.
No matter how easy it is to fool Zhou Ye, he is not a fool. Yan Xianjue drank the first few glasses of wine with him wholeheartedly.
Brushing his hair back, Yan Xianjue took out his cell phone and called Ji Xi.
Ji Xi answered the call very quickly.
In other words, Ji Xi always answers his calls immediately.
"Ji Xi."
As soon as Yan Xianjue opened his mouth, Ji Xi realized something was wrong.
It is something that is stirring from deep within the soul of the workers.
He had an inexplicable premonition that his boss might be up to something big again.
"Research my experiences before I was seven years old."
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