Chapter 33 Slim Billiards
Chapter 33
"Xiao Wenxi, long time no see."
Zheng Yuting greeted with a smile. Although the other person didn't have those chains on his face, he still had a nose ring, lip studs and ear studs, and his trendy temperament was still the same.
Wen Xi wasn't very familiar with them and still had a fear of trendsetters. She pursed her lips and smiled politely at Cen Qin and Zheng Yuting.
The two found a pool table nearby and played by themselves. The expression on their faces as they peeked at their buddies' romance was quite playful, but they had no intention of paying any physical attention to Yan Jue.
Yan Jue was half leaning on the pool table, his long fingers casually holding the No. 9 ball that Wen Xi had not hit in. The back of his hand with blue veins was made even sexier by the green surface of the pool ball. He moved his fingers, and the number of the black ball was faintly visible on the man's bony fingertips, and the sexiness was overwhelming.
Wenxi's mood also fluctuated with the black ball number.
"Why did you suddenly change the place?" Yan Jue hooked his finger, and the nine ball was pressed under his finger.
There was no need to talk about the little quarrels that happened after we got off the boat, so Wen Xi said vaguely, "It's a temporary job adjustment. There's less work here, so it's a little easier."
Yan Jue hummed, threw the nine ball aside, and hooked his fingertips on Wen Xi's knuckles on the pool table: "Is this your first time? Your body posture is not right."
Wen Xi realized that the man had seen her poor billiard playing skills. Thinking of the fact that he had hit the white ball into the hole, Wen Xi couldn't help feeling a little shy.
His eyes fell on Cen Tan who had hit a hole-in-one next to him. He thought that Yan Jue's skills should also be very good, and the other party was originally playing with him, so he spoke very sincerely: "Then can you teach me how to play?"
Yan Jue lowered his eyelids and looked at the pretty little pig with makeup on her face. He twisted Wen Xi's fingers, raised his eyebrows, and said word by word: "If you beg me, I will teach you."
Wen Xi reasonably suspected that what Yan Jue actually wanted to say was - kiss me and I will teach you.
It’s not like Wen Xi hasn’t acted coquettishly with Yan Jue before, most of the time it was unconscious, or he deliberately took the initiative. But now, as soon as they met, the bad man asked her to act coquettishly for him.
How could the banquet be so bad?
Wenxi couldn't help but look around. The other waiters stopped slacking off because someone had arrived, but there were no other customers who needed service. Everyone was looking at them more or less. Some of them were colleagues from the A City store. Some of them recognized the face of the bachelor Cen Qin and realized that Yanjue and Wenxi had known each other for a long time and that they came to the billiard hall just for Wenxi.
Wen Xi could feel the vague gazes, which were more obvious and direct from the man in front of her. Wen Xi pursed her lips, pulled out the fingertips that were held by Yan Jue, and placed her backhand on the back of the man's hand.
Wen Xi's fingertips and knuckles were slightly red as she gently swept across the man's broad hand with bulging veins. Yan Jue bent his fingers and pressed his fingertips on the back of the man's hand to feel the tremor.
Wen Xi met the man's dark eyes, and her fingers slowly and firmly slid across the back of the man's hand, slowly drawing a heart.
His hands moved boldly, but his body took a deep breath, blinked his eyes, and looked at Yan Jue with a cute face and pitiful eyes: "Yan Jue, can you teach me how to play billiards? Please."
The lines overlapped, and the whole heart was closed. Wen Xi tilted his head and caught the emotional fluctuations he wanted to see on Yan Jue's tough, handsome and sexually cold face.
Yan Jue's throat rolled violently.
"Can."
Wen Xi smiled sincerely: "You are such a nice person."
Confrontations between adults are always silent.
Wen Xi soon couldn't laugh anymore.
It was still the No. 9 ball, but Yan Jue's bony fingers that were playing with the No. 9 ball were now pinching Wen Xi's knuckles to make a hand gesture. The bony fingers with thin calluses on the fingertips were rubbing Wen Xi's delicate skin, the roughness rubbing against the softness, posing without any doubt. The pool cue on the fingertips was completely black, and the two hands were pressed on the green pool table, like a pair of vines that were intertwined and parasitic on each other.
Suits are not very suitable for playing billiards, so Yan Jue took off his suit jacket and half-rolled up his white shirt sleeves, revealing his powerful wrists. Wen Xi almost lay on the billiard table, and Yan Jue was right behind him, some distance apart but still intimate, seemingly polite but actually controlling all of Wen Xi's body postures without question.
"I'll take you to fight once."
The man's voice was low and his breath was beside his ear. Wen Xi's breathing quickened and he felt the air become thicker. The faint smell of sea salt in the air was gradually replaced by the scent of wood. The hot body temperature and rich fragrance from the man behind him seemed to have life and penetrated into Wen Xi's body.
There were some whispers around. Wen Xi swallowed and suddenly realized that this was the first time the two of them flirted in front of others.
Wen Xi didn't know whether anyone was watching them or not. He hoped that no one noticed them, but he also felt that everyone was watching them, and he was so nervous that his whole body was hot.
Yan Jue noticed that the tips of the boy's ears in his arms had secretly turned red, and his earlobes were fleshy with a little bit of fluff.
Wen Xi couldn't see Yan Jue's expression, but she could hear the man lowering his voice, like a serious and stern teacher, with a low and cold voice: "Your ears are red."
"What are you thinking about?" Wen Xi breathed quickly, and then he heard Yan Jue continue to say in a cold and unquestionable tone: "Student Wen, be serious and don't let your imagination run wild."
The man's hot breath touched Wenxi's sensitive ears and cheeks. Wenxi felt a little dizzy. She smelled the slightest woody scent and couldn't help but tilt her head.
He was physically shy but his language was extremely bold, and he pointed out the psychological motivation behind Yan Jue's current behavior very directly.
"Feast decision."
"Are you seducing me now?"
Wenxi's voice was soft, but clear enough to be heard.
The lights in the billiard hall were of cold golden hues, and the boy's brown pupils looked like glass under the light. He stared at people straightly, like some kind of feline that had strayed into the human world and was simply curious about everything.
"......"
Yan Jue let go of Wen Xi's hand and stood up. The intimate distance suddenly widened. He skillfully unbuttoned the shirt cuff on his right wrist with his long fingers and rolled up the cuff nonchalantly. The man had a serious expression, as cold as the snow on a cold mountain. His brows were deep and his eyes were dark. He stared at Wen Xi with drooping eyelids, but his gaze slid unscrupulously on Wen Xi's eyes, nose, and lips.
He looked at Wen Xi quietly, then took the Patek Philippe from his left wrist and put it aside casually.
clatter--
Wen Xi's eyes trembled, and she turned her head and lowered her body, pressing one shoulder down, and her slender white neck formed a graceful arc.
Wenxi's hands were put into a suitable position. Yanjue's exposed wrist bones were thin, with purple and blue veins, and they were tightly attached to Wenxi's white forearm shirt.
Ball No. 9 was right in front of him, but Wen Xi's eyes were empty. He crossed his hands and found that the ball he had arranged was in disarray again.
The woody scent gradually became stronger, the two layers of white shirts were still thin, and the constant heat was transmitted between the bodies that seemed to be colliding.
The pole-holding hand was controlled once again, and the man's large palm pressed Wen Xi firmly on the green table top.
"Um."
"It doesn't work from a distance, so I came to see you."
Yan Jue's tone was unusually calm, his voice was very low, and the woody scent was steady and heavy. This was also Yan Jue's greatest charm, intimate and open.
Ambiguity is silent, but it is deafening in the heart.
Two breaths, one shallow and one heavy.
Wen Xi took a breath, and the air mixed with woody scent rolled over her internal organs like a tide. Her eyelashes trembled, and her lips opened and closed, slowly exhaling the ambiguous mist as if she was exhaling smoke.
"Then I say, teach me, and you will succeed."
The batsman's hand was held and lifted up. The movement was professional and light, and the tip of the pool cue was only a hair's breadth away from the white ball.
"Don't shake your hands."
“Stay focused and find that feeling.”
"I'll teach you. If I say hit you, you do it, okay?"
Wen Xi was in a trance. He couldn't see the man's expression, but could only hear Yan Jue's voice, which seemed calmer and more rational than usual, gentle and kind.
Calm and reliable, with the magic to quickly calm the mind.
Wen Xi closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was already immersed in this private lesson. He stared at the target ball with sharp eyes, and had already simulated the physical movement trajectory of the No. 9 ball in his mind.
"I found it."
“Excellent.”
Yan Jue let go of Wen Xi's hand, and their bodies separated. He supported the table with one hand and tapped the surface with his knuckles.
"beat."
Wen Xi was highly concentrated, his lips were tight, his expression was serious yet calm, and he used his left hand to exert force like a high-precision robot, thrusting the cue outward, and the black lacquered cue hit the bottom of the white ball.
Wen Xi held his breath and focused his eyes closely following the cue ball. He saw the cue ball hit the black ball exactly. The two balls collided, and ball No. 9 spun rapidly under the force.
Hit the corner of the table and hit the 7 ball with a backspin.
Bang--
Two balls in one shot!
Zheng Yuting at the next table had just cleared his plate and put down his cue. When he looked up, he saw Cen Tan looking at him with a complicated expression.
"What are you looking at, so absent-minded—"
Zheng Yuting's words suddenly stopped.
The two figures leaned against each other at the table, Yan Jue leaned sideways to hold Wen Xi, guiding the newbie's awkward movements. The nine-ball on the table was in a tricky position, so Wen Xi had to lower his body very low, almost sticking to the table.
The pure black bartender uniform fits her perfectly, covering her straight long legs and round, firm, and perky buttocks. Her feet are staggered, and her legs are loosely put together. The table top is against Wenxi's thighs, and the position that is neither up nor down forces Wenxi to bend down to find the best angle.
The slim vest shifted up, revealing a small piece of white in the pure black charm, the slim shirt pinched the slender waistline, and a perfect arc was concave between the waist and hips. The thin fabric was tightly attached to the slender waist, and the waist dimple was faintly visible under the cold white light.
Zheng Yuting had only one thought in his mind.
This is too spicy.
He lowered his head and measured his palm, exclaiming in a low voice: "The waist is so thin. Yan Jue can pinch it with one hand, right?"
Cen Tan raised his chin, his eyes a little complicated: "What do you think?"
As the two people were watching, Yan Jue suddenly stood up. His original posture of being in control of the overall situation turned into giving instructions to each other, looking like a good teacher and a good student.
But she was soon discovered. The slender white waist that was captivating in the pure black had already been noticed by the evil man, and the big palm used to guide the hand shape and position fell on the seductive curve.
The purple veins on the back of Yan Jue's hand spread from the covered wrist and disappeared into the knuckles bit by bit. Looking from afar, it seemed as if it penetrated through Yan Jue's fingertips into Wen Xi's body and took root and parasitized there.
But Yan Jue only protected Wen Xi's waist lightly and did not touch her directly.
Zheng Yuting raised his eyebrows: "You don't even shake hands? How gentlemanly."
Cen Tan sneered and said, "You are just pretending."
The moment the words fell, Wen Xi took action, hitting two balls with one shot, achieving a win-win situation.
Wen Xi, who achieved a breakthrough from 0 to 2, was very excited and happy, and he straightened up holding the golf club.
Yan Jue immediately started to pinch Wen Xi's slender waist.
The palm of his hand was wrapped around the waistline, and the palm of his hand was on the waist, covering it tightly, not wanting to reveal any details, as if he was afraid that someone would snatch it away. He held the white hair tightly in his palm, not showing it to others at all.
Wen Xi was completely unprepared for the evil intentions of the man in front of her. She was looking up at Yan Jue with sparkling eyes, unaware that her waist had been coveted for a long time. She expressed her joy and excitement intimately.
"Did you see that?" Wen Xi was in high spirits, her face flushed with excitement, and she stretched out two fingers and pointed them in front of Yan Jue: "I scored two goals."
The excited little pig's face was full of "please praise me". Yan Jue sat back on the edge of the pool table and hooked his hand. Wen Xi naturally moved forward with his hands held by the waist.
"Is it more powerful than you imagined?"
He held the golf club like a young general returning victoriously from the battlefield, and his youthful vigor and vitality could still be seen to be accompanied by a rare childishness.
"I saw it, No. 9 and No. 7, very unexpected." Yan Jue said in a low voice, and his frigid face naturally showed appreciation.
Wen Xi was so proud of the compliment that he said, "That's because I calculated the trajectory of the billiard balls and picked the best route for them."
Yan Jue placed his fingers on Wen Xi's waist and tapped gently twice, and Wen Xi finally came to her senses. In public, Yan Jue was clearly pinching her waist.
Wen Xi was stunned for a moment, and her expression became complicated, with shyness mixed with nervousness. The two of them clearly didn't do anything excessive, but the corners of Wen Xi's eyes were red.
A light laugh came from the man above his head, with a slightly teasing tone: "Student Xiaozhu is still a little genius."
Praising someone for such poor skills!
Wen Xi couldn't help but reach out and poke Yan Jue in the chest. Like a kitten being held by the scruff of the neck, he glared at Yan Jue without any killing power, raised his face and said fiercely: "I'll take it as you are praising me."
"Next time you praise someone, please change the subject to Wenxi."
"Yeah. Wenxi is a genius."
Wen Xi blinked, and suddenly his expression became serious.
"But the development of genius also requires teachers."
Eyes met.
Wen Xi tiptoed closer to Yan Jue's ear.
A fresh and sweet fragrance emanating from his bones hit Yan Jue directly on his face, and Wen Xi's warm breath hit his ears.
The young man lowered his voice, which became soft, and it slid along Yan Yude's ear like a snake and reached his head.
"You succeeded, Yan Jue."
With every word Wen Xi spoke, the fingertips pressing on the other person's heart poked him.
I didn't hear any sound, but I could see Yan Jue's throat rolling violently, and the hand holding her slender waist tightened unconsciously.
Obviously, Yan Jue was ruthlessly defeated in the previous flirting duel.
Zheng Yuting looked away: "Okay, the man has feelings for me and the woman has intentions. I am still worried whether little Wenxi will bully me."
"Can't you see that Wen Xi has a lot of tricks up his sleeve? It's more like Lao Yan is the one being controlled."
Zheng Yuting stretched and said, "A man who loves his wife is a good man."
Cen Tan sneered: "Where did Yan Jue get his wife? They are still in a normal relationship of waiter and guest."
Zheng Yuting was shocked: "Oh my god, I haven't succeeded yet, and the old house of Yanjue is on fire and is about to burn a hole in the sky. I really don't know how spoiled he is."
The two people on the opposite side continued to play billiards. Although it was annoying, it finally turned into a serious billiards lesson.
It is really cause for celebration and relief.
"Look at him, it's like someone is trying to snatch someone from him and he can't take his eyes away." Zheng Yuting said with disdain.
Cen Tan analyzed calmly, "I finally got my first love at the age of 28, and the one I didn't become a partner with was a young, handsome 18-year-old male college student at a top school with a promising future. It's normal for him to be a little nervous because he's ten years older."
"Our President Yan was given the term 'old man, young wife' when he first fell in love. He is very capable."
Zheng Yuting teased, stroking his chin for a while, and then came to his senses: "You used that as an excuse to scold him."
Cen Tan faked a smile: "You are so smart that you can even hear this. I am very relieved."
Zheng Yuting rolled his eyes: "No need to have a banquet, I'll ask you to get out first."
*
At around twelve o'clock, the ship had entered the high seas.
Several people were hungry after playing ball, so Yan Jue specifically asked Wen Xi to accompany them. Ni Ye would not go against the wishes of his guests, so he said a few words and pushed Wen Xi out.
Yan Jue took Wen Xi to a French restaurant on the boat, and then openly slacked off while getting paid.
Cen Tan and Zheng Yuting had no desire to continue being light bulbs. They thought that if they continued to follow others, people would find them an eyesore. So they separated from Yan Jue and Wen Xi after lunch and agreed to meet again at dinner time.
It was said that a domineering customer took a fancy to the pretty waitress in the billiard hall and asked for her to play with him, but in fact, the customer played with the poor waitress for the entire afternoon and saw all kinds of things.
For convenience, Wenxi and Yanjue even changed into casual clothes, so that no one could tell that Wenxi was a slacking waiter.
Yan Jue took people to experience on-ship racing, skydiving, and watched a wonderful circus performance. The whole afternoon was tense and exciting, and Wen Xi fully indulged in the rich people's cruise ship entertainment.
The service tenet of Ni Ye Club is - "Long live freedom, entertainment until death".
All services are based on the guests' entertainment needs, so there is no unified dinner to waste everyone's time. Instead, a cruise dance party is held in the banquet hall at 8 pm, and all guests are required to attend. It not only celebrates the event, but also meets the guests' communication needs in all aspects.
Of course you have to eat seafood at sea, and the meeting place in the evening is the open-air restaurant on the eighth deck.
The sky was a fiery red, the sun was burning the entire sky, in the distance a whale was breaching the water, heavily hitting the sea surface, and the white waves were rising three meters high.
When Cen Tan and Zheng Yuting arrived, Wen Xi and Yan Jue were already there.
The boy was lying on the guardrail and making a video call with his friends. They were talking about whales and sharks under the boat. The fiery clouds in the sky made the boy's face red. Wen Xi changed his clothes and after taking off his bartender uniform, he looked like a young and handsome college student.
Yan Jue was sitting behind Wen Xi, facing the sea, with a cup of coffee at hand, flipping through a magazine casually.
Cen Qin raised his eyebrows, somewhat agreeing with Zheng Yuting's description of "old man and young wife".
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