Zhou Ziyi also played billiard at the party this time, which seemed to have touched the nerves of a certain social network.
Suddenly more and more people came to invite him.
There is no need to always wear a suit and tie with an invitation. Sometimes you can invite people to drink or play ball on X-mail. Zhou Ziyi didn't want to go at first, but after so many times, he thought there was no need to stay at home all the time. Anyway, it's just for fun, and occasionally watching people go out for a walk, it's not a big deal.
When Zhou Ziyi decides to go, he will report to Yan Xiuzhi.
"Hey? Brother, you're back so early today?"
That night, Zhou Ziyi was about to go out when he ran into Yan Xiuji coming in: "Have you eaten?"
"It's nine o'clock. How could you not have eaten yet?" Yan Xiuji looked at him and asked, "Are you going out now?"
Yan Xiuji had rarely seen the style Zhou Ziyi was wearing today.
The young man was wearing an oversized long-sleeved T-shirt with a black background and a sentence in English written on it. Yan Xiuji took a closer look - Cyberpunk.
Zhou Ziyi was wearing a pair of jeans and black riding boots, which made his legs look long and straight. In addition, the young man also wore a necklace, a watch, a hat and sunglasses. Although it was a pile of eye-catching things, it surprisingly didn't look too flashy.
Instead, it makes Zhou Ziyi look even younger and more lively.
Before, Yan Xiuzhi was called "brother", but now he is called "uncle". I guess outsiders won't find it strange to hear it.
"Ah, Brother Tang just called me and asked me to go for a drink." Zhou Ziyi raised his hand, put on a baseball cap and a pair of pink sunglasses, "I'm going to the bar, I don't know what time I'll be back, is that okay?"
"Okay." Yan Xiuji didn't stop him. Zhou Ziyi wasn't a cold concubine who married into the deep palace and nobody knew about it. As an adult man, didn't he know what he should and shouldn't do?
But when Yan Xiuji saw him wearing the sunglasses again, he felt a little weird: "Why do you like these sunglasses so much?"
"This?" Zhou Ziyi hooked his sunglasses with his index finger, lowered his head and looked at Yan Xiuji, and smiled, "Of course I like it. The things my brother gave me are my favorite."
Yan Xiuji: “…”
This half-joking remark actually aroused President Yan's guilt.
Yan Xiuji felt like he was being played again, but Zhou Ziyi's eyes were sparkling, and he didn't seem to be lying. Yan Xiuji could only squeeze out two dry sentences: "...Don't be funny. Don't wear sunglasses in dark places, otherwise you will fall flat on your face."
Zhou Ziyi said happily: "Is this what Brother Yan learned from his previous experience of wearing sunglasses?"
Yan Xiuji: "...get out."
Zhou Ziyi left with a smile.
Yan Xiuji watched the door close, and suddenly a question popped up in his mind, wondering how the young man was going to go - after all, he didn't see Tang Shirong's car when he came back. But Zhou Ziyi ran fast, and President Yan couldn't bring himself to ask him, so he had to let him go.
Yan Xiuji went upstairs and changed his clothes.
When he entered the locker room, he subconsciously glanced at the place where the accessories were placed.
When Zhou Ziyi came up to sleep, Yan Xiuji made room for him to put his things, and cleared a small half of the space in the jewelry cabinet. But Zhou Ziyi didn't bring many jewelry up at that time, so the place was empty. Now that Zhou Ziyi has gone back, Yan Xiuji is still too lazy to put the things back, resulting in the jewelry cabinet looking one-third empty.
Yan Xiuzhi didn't think much about it at the time, but now thinking back carefully, it seems that he had never seen Zhou Ziyi wear too many accessories.
Even a watch is rarely worn.
——Is it... gone?
Yan Xiuji remembered that Zhou Ziyi had sold a lot of things to pay off his debts. If his jewelry was valuable, he would have sold it too.
President Yan stood in the dressing room, looking at the empty jewelry cabinet for a few minutes, and the image of Zhou Ziyi wearing pink sunglasses flashed through his mind from time to time.
Some were trying on glasses in the optical shop, some were coming back from the day he was drunk, and some were just before going out.
——Maybe not like.
——But there is no choice.
Yan Xiuji lowered his eyes, took out his cell phone, and sent a message to Li Fei: [Buy me ten pairs of decorative glasses.]
Li Fei, the super secretary who reads her boss's message first: "Huh?"
Yan Xiuji: [Men’s.]
Li Fei: ???
What’s going on? Is our boss going to become a fashion trendsetter?
***
Zhou Ziyi arrived at the bar and found that today's game was okay, at least it was in a private room.
When he walked in, he took off his glasses and looked around. There were no strange people or strange fans, so it was relatively clean.
"Hey, brother, you're here?" Tang Shirong saw Zhou Ziyi coming in, stood up and walked over, picked up a clean cup from the table and poured half of it, "You look so youthful and beautiful today, huh? Why did you change to a rapper style?"
Zhou Ziyi took the wine: "I can't do it, at most I can give you a poem recitation."
"Hahaha, really? I don't believe it!" Someone next to him joked, "You were the best at English back then, so you should be the best at rap too."
Zhou Ziyi raised his glass with them, and everyone followed suit and drank it all.
After finishing the drink, Zhou Ziyi smiled and said, "Don't be so unconvinced. I will make you laugh to death if I sing."
“Then I must die of laughter.” The person who started the conversation picked up the song-ordering tablet and selected the song quickly. “Okay, I’ve brought it up for you. Come on, come on, open your voice.”
Zhou Ziyi took a glance and said: Wow, it’s really rap.
He wasn't afraid, he picked up the microphone and twisted his cap back, looking like a rapper. Tang Shirong had heard him sing before, but he had never heard him rap. Seeing that he was ready to perform, he took out his phone and started recording, ready to record the wonderful moment.
But Tang Shirong didn't expect it to be so exciting.
About ten minutes later, Yan Xiuzhi, who was sitting in his study at home, inadvertently opened his Moments and saw a status that Tang Shirong had just posted.
Tang Shirong: [Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha the facts prove that no one is perfect! Good-looking people must have shortcomings! ]
There is a video below. Looking at the cover, it shows Zhou Ziyi holding a microphone and singing.
He wore a baseball cap backwards and sunglasses. Especially the microphone was covered high up, close to his mouth, which made him look very fashionable.
Yan Xiuji didn't think much about it and clicked it.
Then, to my surprise, I heard a clear and melodious English recitation.
Yan Xiuji: ???
He listened carefully to the background music, which was a very dynamic and jumping sound; he also carefully distinguished the lyrics recited by Zhou Ziyi, which sounded very familiar, but he just couldn't remember what they were.
Mr. Yan picked up the tablet and searched for the English he heard.
The search engine popped up a song for him, a little bit - a world-famous, rhythmic, rap song.
Mr. Yan, who always had a good sense of humour, said: “…Pfft.”
***
Zhou Ziyi didn't drink much today, but what he drank was a little mixed, so he still felt something.
Fortunately, he was just a little drunk and excited, not dizzy, and he didn't fall down like the last time he went home. After he was excited, he became more active. When he teamed up with Tang Shirong to play drinking games, he was invincible and could cheat anyone he wanted. But at least he still had some gentleman spirit, so the girls wouldn't be cheated too badly by him. As for the men, Zhou Ziyi was only responsible for cheating the other party, and the dirty tricks of punishment were all instigated by Tang Shirong.
Even so, Zhou Ziyi still got caught in a few traps. He was punished, and others were punished, which implicated him. One of the girls lost, and was punished to dare to kiss a member of the opposite sex, so she grabbed Zhou Ziyi and kissed him on the face.
That lipstick mark can't be wiped clean.
Zhou Ziyi wiped his face speechlessly: "If I get punished by that guy at home when I go back, I will punish you guys right away!"
The girl giggled. She had long thought that Zhou Ziyi was too good-looking. If she got the chance to kiss him, it was unclear who would win or lose.
Zhou Ziyi saw that this group of people wanted to mess with him, so he deliberately broke away from this deadly atmosphere and stood up and said, "I'm going to the toilet."
Tang Shirong glanced at him and asked, "Do you want me to go with you?"
"Get lost." Zhou Ziyi sneered and walked out of the door.
The toilet was quite far from the private room, and Zhou Ziyi followed the signs and made many turns, passing by various private rooms and all kinds of people, before he found the toilet.
After running the water and washing his hands, Zhou Ziyi was about to go back. He couldn't quite remember where his box was, so he could only try to recall the route and look for it slowly by looking at the house number.
Just as he turned a corner, a male voice suddenly sounded in front of him.
"Sullivan?"
When Zhou Ziyi looked up, he was shocked to find that the man walking towards him was actually Sheffield!
——Tsk, even this can happen, what bad luck!
Sheffield was also surprised, and after the previous experience of being "blackmailed", his expression no longer seemed to be pure surprise.
"Wow, it's really you." Sheffield stopped right in front of Zhou Ziyi, blocking his way, raised his eyebrows and said, "You were dressed like this, I almost thought I had made a mistake. So you play in a place like this, and you look like this. Does your husband know you are so wild?"
Zhou Ziyi listened to his slightly vague pronunciation and guessed that he was drunk. Although he didn't want to talk to Sheffield, he stopped him, so Zhou Ziyi had to reply: "It's none of your business."
"This sentence sounds so familiar. Can you say something else?" Sheffield sneered, "You took nearly $100,000 from me, and you're not willing to talk to me for a few more words?"
"You lost to me, so you don't have to be so self-righteous." Zhou Ziyi said, "Can you move aside, defeated opponent?"
Sheffield is not usually a person who gets angry easily.
But after the incident of the hundred thousand dollars and the slap in the face, any inflammatory or slightly sarcastic words from Zhou Ziyi could easily provoke his anger.
Sheffield's face suddenly turned cold. He took another step forward, approached Zhou Ziyi and said, "I think it's not a very wise thing to repeatedly provoke me."
Zhou Ziyi smelled the alcohol on him and felt disgusted: "You were the one who provoked me first. It's not wise to insult others, Sheffield, you are not the king who gives orders!"
"I am extending an olive branch to you, giving you a chance to be pulled out of the quagmire. I just didn't expect that you, who have always been smart, would make such a wrong choice." Sheffield stared at Zhou Ziyi's face, suddenly raised his hand, and touched his cheek with his fingers, "In fact, you are not loyal to your husband at all, right?"
Pop.
Zhou Ziyi slapped his hand away: "Don't touch me!"
"I can't touch you, but the man you married for money can touch you, and other women can touch you, right?" Sheffield looked at the faint lipstick marks on Zhou Ziyi's face, his face grim, "You still like women? But for money, you can give yourself to any man! Any man, as long as he has money!"
Zhou Ziyi said coldly: "Watch your words!"
Sheffield suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Zhou Ziyi's wrist and pressed him against the wall: "Since your husband can do it, why can't I?!"
After saying this, the man kissed her fiercely.
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