Chapter 43
Upon hearing this, Yan Yichen immediately added fuel to the fire and patted Sheng Jinyu on the shoulder, "Why don't you teach Assistant Su? You were the one who taught me jump ball."
"Well, although I don't want to admit it, he is indeed very good. It's right to learn from him." Shao Fei agreed reluctantly.
They had been trying all night to get Sheng Jinyu out of his lifeless state, even if it was only temporarily, but to no avail. When Yan Yichen made this suggestion, he didn't hold out much hope.
However, Sheng Jinyu stood up slowly and walked towards Su He. His steps were steady and one couldn't tell he was drunk unless one looked closely, but when one got closer, one could smell the not-so-unpleasant smell of alcohol on him.
Su He watched him walking towards him. As he got closer, he could even see the red bloodshot in Sheng Jin's eyes caused by alcohol. His eyes no longer had the usual sharp aggression, but instead had a barely perceptible confusion.
Is this... drunk?
Sheng Jinyu raised his chin and said only three words: "Try it first."
Su He looked him up and down, making sure that Sheng Jinyu would not lie sprawled on the ground when he turned around, then he raised his club and tried to hit the ball.
The ball was in an awkward position, neither too far nor too close to the edge of the table. He had to almost sit halfway on the edge of the table to find a comfortable batting posture.
But in this way, the waist is bent into an attractive curve, which is really fascinating. What would it feel like to hold it in your hand?
Unfortunately, the angle he chose was not good enough, and the white ball drew a very slow arc in the air, without causing the target ball to jump.
Su He was not discouraged. He looked at Sheng Jinyu with his eyebrows lowered, as if asking for help.
Sheng Jinyu casually put the scattered balls back to their original positions, almost exactly, and then gave a few concise instructions, explaining the hitting angle, strength, and gestures.
The speaking speed is very slow, the tone is very soft, and it sounds quite pleasant.
Su He pulled his distracted mind back to normal, nodded, and tried again.
This time was much better than the last time, but the target ball still didn't go into the pocket.
There seemed to be no other way. Sheng Jin looked at Su He as if he had accepted a troublesome student and said, "It seems that this is the only way to teach him."
He walked over slowly, went around behind Su He, held the club in the same position as him, and covered half of Su He's hand with his big hand.
"raise."
Sheng Jinyu's voice sounded from behind him on the right, almost touching his ear. The heat made the tip of his ear itch. Su He smelled a hint of alcohol mixed with the scent of fresh perfume, and he was a little distracted again.
Not getting a response, Sheng Jinyu murmured "Hmm?" and tapped his fingers, whispering, "What are you thinking about?"
Su He suddenly came back to his senses, his attention returned to the club, and he raised his arm as he was told.
"Is that so?" Su He tilted his head and almost bumped into Sheng Jinyu's chin, but he was completely unaware.
Sheng Jinyu paused, stepped back a little, but only a little, and then adjusted Su He's hand posture holding the pole.
After moving his fingertips and settling on a certain position, he simply said, "Hold steady."
As soon as he finished speaking, Sheng Jinyu controlled the club and led Su He to hit the ball. With a bang, a beautiful jump ball flew up and hit the target ball.
The next second, there was the pleasant sound of the ball entering the pocket.
The onlookers were talking to each other. Su He stared at him with eyes wide open, his round eyes like two crystal clear grapes, and said in disbelief, "He actually got in!"
Sheng Jinyu let go of him and said with a low laugh, "Try again."
Su He looked into his dark eyes and suddenly felt that he seemed different tonight, as if he was particularly... gentle?
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The lights in the parking lot were dim. The elevator door opened and Sheng Jinyu walked out first.
His coat had been taken off and was hanging loosely in his hand, with the collar ripped into a mess. Su He followed behind him and looked at Sheng Jinyu's slightly swaying figure. He said worriedly, "Let me help you."
"No need." Sheng Jinyu waved his hand and walked forward with big strides.
Sheng Jin was tall and had long legs, so he took big steps and walked without waiting for anyone, with great momentum.
Su He trotted after him, tugged at his sleeve, and hurriedly explained, "I don't mean to leave with Mr. Yan. He was just joking. I...I definitely won't leave now."
When the game was over just now, everyone was joking around. Yan Yichen praised Su He for his good ball playing and good personality. He then pretended to offer a high price to poach him and asked Sheng Jin and Tong if they agreed.
Normally when he was sober, he would never take such a joke seriously, and might even add that it was free.
But today, Su He just said it as a joke, and he has been like this until now.
Like a child throwing a tantrum, unreasonable.
Sheng Jinyu suddenly stopped and turned to look at him with a half-smile, "You're not calling me Brother Chen anymore? When did you get to be so close to him?"
"I..." Su He's face showed an inexplicable confusion, but he still looked sincere.
"Mr. Yan asked me to change my words because he felt we were strangers. He is your friend. Apart from this, I have no other relationship with him."
Sheng Jin looked down at his clear eyes, his expression calm but with a hint of smile, and this answer made him complacent.
In fact, he just wanted to hear this answer.
He wanted to see Su He integrate into his social circle and become an existence bound to him. This feeling was sudden and unfamiliar, and it blatantly invaded his mind through drunkenness.
"What about me?"
Sheng Jinyu took a step forward, looked at Su He, and asked with interest: "What is our relationship now?"
The surroundings were empty and quiet. His low voice was like a heavy hammer, knocking Su He stunned. What kind of question was this? Su He had never thought about it.
Are they superiors and subordinates? Colleagues who are temporarily united?
Or can we also call them... friends?
But what answer did Sheng Jinyu want to hear? Su He pursed his lips, picked the safest option, and replied, "Aren't you... my boss?"
Sheng Jinyu frowned slightly, looking dissatisfied. He didn't say anything, but lowered his head and pulled Su He's sleeve as if bored, to see if the bruise left on the boat had healed.
There was no mark left on the white and thin wrist bone. After he was sure, he let go of her hand.
The general complaint is: "Who would sleep in the same bed with the boss?"
"I had no choice but to do that. I wanted to sleep on the sofa but you wouldn't let me." Su He scratched the back of his itchy hand and murmured.
Sheng Jinyu chuckled, turned around, took out the car key and pressed it. The Bentley not far away flashed its lights twice. Su He, who was temporarily acting as the driver, reached for the key in his hand and his fingertips touched some warm skin.
Without thinking much, he reached into Sheng Jinyu's palm. He didn't know if this person was teasing him intentionally, but he showed no intention of letting go.
The two hands rubbed against each other as if they were fighting, and Su He sighed in his heart.
How can someone's IQ drop after drinking alcohol?
Su He finally managed to grab the key and opened the passenger door. He turned around and was about to stuff Sheng Jinyu into the car, but found that he was staring at a certain place with a frown on his face, his face alert.
"What's wrong?" Su He followed his gaze.
Before he could see clearly, Sheng Jinyu suddenly stepped forward and pushed him into the car, blocking him tightly with his whole body: "Someone is filming us."
While raising his hand to cover Su He's face, he took out his cell phone and made a call, saying bluntly that there were paparazzi taking pictures underground and asked the other side to send someone down to deal with it.
The club only receives the rich and powerful, celebrities and famous people often come here, and paparazzi are also present all the time. In addition, Sheng Jinyu has just become popular on the Internet. If the paparazzi can't get any celebrity gossip, they can consider it a mission accomplished by filming the love affairs of the wealthy heir.
Su He couldn't see anything, and he clutched Sheng Jin and the front of his shirt nervously, but then he realized, "Why are we hiding?"
They were just on a normal schedule and had a normal relationship, so even if they were photographed, there would be no misunderstanding.
On the contrary, Sheng Jin's act of hiding him made things even more obvious. Now Su He felt like he was his secret lover who could not be seen in public.
Sheng Jinyu propped up the car window with her hand and glanced at him, "Do you want to be on the gossip headlines tomorrow and become my rumored lover?"
"No, I don't want to be a lover." Su He shook his head firmly.
Sheng Jinyu said, "What are you going to do, my love? You are quite ambitious."
“…”
Su He stopped talking. He felt that communicating with Sheng Jin, who was now unconscious, was a mistake and that no results would be achieved at all.
The club's security was very efficient, and someone immediately came to chase the paparazzi away. After the commotion faded away, Su He popped his head out from behind his shoulder and asked quietly, "Are they gone?"
Under the dim light, Sheng Jinyu saw a light layer of pink on his snow-white ears. He raised his hand and pinched them uncontrollably.
Su He trembled sensitively all over. The neck and back of his neck beside his ears were his sensitive areas. He couldn't help but want to escape when others touched him.
He quickly grasped Sheng Jin and Zuo Luan's hands and said gently, "Don't touch here."
But Sheng Jinyu's fingertips didn't leave her ear. Instead, they followed her earlobe down and rubbed her soft earlobe. Then, he said with satisfaction, "It's even redder."
An indescribable feeling of shame surged in his heart. Su He couldn't bear it anymore and began to struggle. Sheng Jinyu took his hand away. Su He breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could exhale, the breath was stuck in the middle and he was suffocated.
Sheng Jinyu's hand moved all the way down and held the back of his neck.
Even more terrible...
Su He had a bad premonition. He leaned back, but was blocked by the car door. Turning around, he saw the man's Adam's apple right in front of him, sliding up and down, then getting closer and closer.
Sheng Jinyu has never been a person who looks ahead or behind, and he moved without hesitation. He cupped Su He's neck with his palm and pulled him forward, as if someone pushed him from behind, and bumped into those ostentatious thin lips.
At first, it was just sucking and rubbing. Those lips seemed to be coated with honey, constantly pulling at Sheng Jin and the remaining rationality in his mind.
No matter how she tasted it, it was sweet and soft, and it hooked him like crazy.
But the lips were still, as if frightened.
Su He was stunned and had no reaction. Sheng Jin was not satisfied, so he bit the soft flesh with the tip of his teeth and rubbed it carefully, prying open the frightened lips, and went straight in to attack. Their tongues touched and were entangled.
For a moment, in the silent air, the sound of water could be heard.
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