The big brother's wife is actually a rich and powerful young master

After eight o'clock every night, there is a brightly lit snack street facing the street of No. [-] Middle School in the city.

Gong He is the most familiar with this road. After evening self-study and get out of class, he would come here to eat here every day.

He led everyone to sit down at the end of the snack street, and volunteered to go to the barbecue stand to order food.

Lin Xingyi and Gao Shu wanted to buy pearl milk tea, so they asked Yan Qing and Chen Qing to help them check the seats, and chased and played to the milk tea shop across the street.

Yan Qing sat on the plastic chair, staring at the WeChat chat interface between himself and Yin Sheng with some disorientation.

[Yan Qing: Everyone said they were going to eat barbecue, so I won't come back for dinner at night. 】

[Yin Sheng: OK, if it ends too late, I will ask the driver to pick you up. 】

He turned up two more pages, and the most recent piece of news was still before the Chinese New Year, when he lived in Tongzilou.

[Yan Qing: Are you coming back for dinner tonight? 】

[Yin Sheng: There is a meeting, you eat first. 】

Turning up, it is the same concise dialogue.

Yan Qing suddenly discovered that the conversation between him and Yin Sheng was limited to the morning and evening meals, and nothing else.

Seeing him staring at the phone with a serious expression, Chen Qing also leaned over to take a look.

Yan Qing quickly turned off the screen of the phone, and met Chen Qing's eyes in embarrassment.

"Aren't you going to go shopping?" Yan Qing casually found an excuse.

Chen Qingshi stretched his waist, pointed at Gong He who was "patrolling" in front of the booth, and said, "That guy will buy all the best food, we just sit and wait."

The air was quiet again.

Chen Qing's charming peach blossom eyes kept staring at Yan Qing, making Yan Qing a little embarrassed: "Is there something on my face?"

Chen Qing shook his head, approached Yan Qing with a smile: "There is nothing on your face, but you have something hidden in your heart, right?"

Yan Qing's heart froze, but Chen Qing could easily see through his heart.

Chen Qing bent her legs with a smile, put her hands under her knees: "Did I guess right?"

"Guess what?" Gong He finished ordering, unzipped his down jacket sweating profusely, and sat down on the plastic bench.

Lin Xingyi and Gao Shu also came over with milk tea in their hands: "Here comes the milk tea, this cup is from Chen Qing, hot sugar-free Sijichun."

Although it is winter, when eating barbecue, it is often full of fireworks, so everyone else orders iced drinks, except for Chen Qing.

Chen Qing took the straw and teased Gong He without changing his smile: "Of course I guessed what you bought."

Gong He took a sip of the ultra-satisfying whole small-material milk tea, chewing pearls like eight-treasure porridge: "Don't worry, I've eaten all of this row, and what I ordered for you are all good things."

Yan Qing took a cup of ice-cold milk tea, and slowly tore open the outer packaging of the straw: "Gong He, although you can indulge tonight, don't eat too much."

Gong He nodded seriously, and Lin Xingyi added from the side: "That's right, that's right, in case the exercise uniform is made out, you won't be able to wear it!"

"Lin Xingyi!"

Yan Qing gently stood in the way of the two winning the lottery, and grabbed Gong He's arm to get the food he ordered.

Gong He first led Yan Qing to the barbecue stand and took two bags full of barbecue, then took away the small octopus balls from the stall next door, as well as the wolf tooth potatoes, stinky tofu in the distance, and a box of fried noodles that were not light.

"Gong He...can we really finish it?" Yan Qing had both hands full of fragrant snacks, but Gong He didn't finish it, saying that the oden on the other side was ready, and he wanted to go and get it.

"Don't worry, we didn't have dinner. With such a small amount, we can definitely finish it." Gong He patted his round belly and went straight to the Kanto cooking booth.

Yan Qing had no choice but to go through the crowd and bring the things back to his seat.

"Please give way." There were too many people coming out for supper tonight, and it was really not easy for Yan Qing to squeeze out from the turbulent crowd.

It's a pity that everyone was in a hurry to place orders and get snacks, so they didn't notice Yan Qing's weak voice at all.

He stumbled forward and was pushed by the person behind him accidentally: "Ah!"

"Are you okay?" A hand supported Yan Qing.

"It's all right, thank you—" Yan Qing raised his head, only to realize that the person helping him was actually Wang Bonan?

Wang Bonan was obviously also a little surprised: "Madam, why are you here?"

Yan Qing immediately stood firm, leaving a small step away from Wang Bonan.

"My friend and I went out for supper." He looked at Wang Bonan's relaxed T-shirt and jeans, which was completely different from the neat suits he had seen before. He couldn't help but relax a lot, and asked politely, "Do you want to come with us?" eat together?"

***

Several people waited for a long time, and even Gong He brought back the oden before seeing Yan Qing.

Lin Xingyi stepped forward carelessly, put one hand next to the bag in Yan Qing's hand, and muttered, "Why have you been here for so long?"

He didn't notice that there was a person standing beside Yan Qing at all, until Chen Qing glanced lazily at Yan Qing's side, and asked with piercing eyes: "Who is that?"

Only then did Lin Xingyi see Wang Bonan's figure clearly, and jumped back quickly, almost throwing the octopus balls in his hand: "Secretary Wang?!" He immediately glanced around, and then asked fearfully, "Is my cousin here?" Bar."

"Don't worry, Mr. Yin is not here." Lin Xingyi yelled, and Wang Bonan introduced himself to the rest of the people, "I'm Mr. Yin's secretary, Wang Bonan. I just met my wife and came here together. gone."

Yan Qing pulled the corners of his mouth and forced a smile.

He didn't expect that Wang Bonan would actually agree to eat with him, and even bought a few more snacks.

Both Gao Shu and Gong He have lively and cheerful personalities, so they naturally have no objection to adding a seat.Chen Qing rolled his eyes slightly, nodded, and patted the empty seat beside him: "Sit next to me, Mr. Wang."

Lin Xingyi was afraid that Chen Qing would do something inappropriate, so he quickly shouted, "Don't touch Secretary Wang."

When Chen Qing heard this, she took Wang Bonan's arm familiarly: "Why, we are both single, so I am not allowed to like handsome little brother?"

Yan Qing sat next to Lin Xingyi suspiciously, took out the food one by one and put them on the table: "Secretary Wang is single? How did you find out?"

Chen Qing let go with a smile: "Come out so late to eat supper alone, and not in a hurry to go home, it must be a single dog with no one to warm the bed."

His words hit the nail on the head, seeing that Wang Bonan did not refute, Yan Qing couldn't help admiring Chen Qing's sharp eyes.

"Chen Qing, take this."

Yan Qing put the non-spicy barbecue on Chen Qing's side, and before Chen Qing reached out, Wang Bonan took the initiative and took the foam plastic box from Yan Qing's hand.

The man's rough fingertips touched the back of Yan Qing's delicate hand, but Yan Qing didn't feel it, but Wang Bonan's pupils dilated instantly at the moment of contact.

Chen Qing raised his eyebrows, put his index finger on his chin and rubbed it lightly, and when Wang Bonan sat down, he pushed the barbecue in front of Wang Bonan: "Mr. Wang, since you are Mr. Yin's secretary, you should know Yan Qing very well, right?"

Yan Qing still had small octopus balls in his mouth, when he heard Chen Qing's roll call, he immediately raised his head and swallowed them whole: "We haven't met a few times."

"Madam...Yan Qing doesn't come to the company very often, I just met him once when I delivered documents to Mr. Yin."

"Oh~" Chen Qing's word "oh" can be described as yin and yang, cadenced, "Have you met once?"

Lin Xingyi scratched his head in confusion: "No, Yan Qing and I had an internship last time, and we also met Secretary Wang."

Yan Qing and Chen Qing looked at each other, Chen Qing winked at Yan Qing slyly, Yan Qing pursed her lips, and lowered her head to send Chen Qing a WeChat message.

【Yan Qing: What do you want to do? 】

[Chen Qing: I think this secretary seems to want to pry into Mr. Yin's corner, lest you will be cheated if you are not careful. 】

Yan Qing glanced at Wang Bainan, who was clinking glasses with Lin Xingyi, who quickly blended into them, and continued to send messages to Chen Qing.

【Yan Qing: How is that possible? I've only met Secretary Wang twice. You think too much. 】

After replying to Chen Qing, Yan Qing suddenly raised his head, and suddenly realized that Lin Xingyi was clinking glasses with Wang Bainan? !

"You guys actually drink alcohol?!" Yan Qing snatched Lin Xingyi's disposable paper cup, "It's so late, you can't drink it."

He nervously looked in the direction of the school: "What if a passing teacher sees it?"

Lin Xing stretched out his arms lazily, and put his hands on Yan Qing's shoulders: "No way, it's winter vacation now, who will go to work during the vacation?"

As he said that, Lin Xingyi poured Yan Qing a glass of wine: "You can drink some too. This is a low-alcohol cocktail. Secretary Wang bought it at the convenience store next door."

Yan Qing looked at Wang Bonan in surprise, and the other party smiled at Yan Qing calmly: "This cocktail has low alcohol content and contains fruit juice, which is very suitable for you and your classmates to drink."

When it was all said and done, Yan Qing had no choice but to hold up the wine glass and take a sip down his throat.

The ice-cold cocktail made Yan Qing's body tremble for a moment, and he stared at Lin Xingyi with wide eyes: "It really tastes like fruit juice."

The strong fruity flavor hides the bitterness of the alcohol. Yan Qing just took the first sip, but he didn't feel any alcohol taste at all.

With some surprise, he took the can on the table, wrote down the English name on the can with his mobile phone, and had another drink with Gong He.

Chen Qing drank his Sijichun without changing his face, and raised his hand with a smile on his face to propose: "Everyone, do you want to clink glasses together?"

Everyone's eyes turned to Chen Qing, Chen Qing shook the tea in his hand, pretended to be drunk and hooked Wang Bainan's arm: "Is this to celebrate Gong He's successful apprenticeship?"

"Good! I agree!" Lin Xingyi raised his glass first.

Gong He was a little embarrassed, Yan Qing cheerfully handed the cup to Gong He, held his quilt in one hand, and raised Gong He's arm with the other: "Cheers!"

"cheers!"

The teenagers also learned to change glasses at the barbecue booth. Except for Chen Qing and Gao Shu who didn't drink, everyone drank a lot of wine more or less.

Lin Xingyi was not good at drinking, so he was about to jump on the chair and sing loudly, but was pulled off by Gao Shu in time: "Lin Xingyi, are you crazy?! Come down!"

Gong He and Yan Qing obediently lay on the table to catch up on sleep, the only one who still looked normal after drinking was Wang Bainan.

Chen Qing glanced at Wang Bainan indiscriminately. Just as he was about to pull Yanqing with his right hand, Wang Bainan cut off his beard and had to grab Gong He's sleeve.

Wang Bainan's cold hand touched Yan Qing's glowing red cheek, Yan Qing obviously felt something, but he was in a daze, so he could only reach out and wave the hand on his face.

Chen Qing snickered, and while helping Gong He, pulled Yan Qing's cell phone out of his overcoat, secretly unlocked it with Yan Qing's fingerprint, made a call to someone, and hung up quickly. And deleted the call log.

"Yan Qing, are you okay?" Chen Qing leaned over to ask Yan Qing, and put the phone back into Yan Qing's pocket by the way.

Yan Qing blinked, puffed up his cheeks, and waved his palm weakly: "I seem to be a little drunk."

"You are drunk, let me take you home." Wang Bainan said bluntly.

Gao Shu grabbed Lin Xingyi who was running around, and stepped forward with some anxiety: "Let's send Yan Qing off."

"Yo ho! I will definitely regain the number one position in the age group!" Lin Xingyi began to dance fidgetly again, and Gao Shu could only struggle to control Lin Xingyi with both hands.

Wang Bainan looked at several people, Gao Shu was controlling Lin Xingyi, Chen Qing was leading Gong He, no one moved to help Yan Qing.

He lifted his eyes up and said calmly, "I know the way back to Yin's house, so let me see my wife off."

Coincidentally, Lin Xingyi and Gong He, who knew how Yin's family left, were both drunk, and Gao Shu was helpless, but seeing that Wang Bainan was brought by Yan Qing just now, there should be no problem, and she really couldn't bring the two drunks home , so he had no choice but to entrust Yan Qing to Wang Bainan.

"Secretary Wang, please." Gao Shu took out her mobile phone, "Remember my number, and when Yan Qing comes home, send me a text message, please?"

Wang Bainan naturally nodded in agreement, but when he was about to take out the phone, the boy beside him suddenly moved.

"Yin Sheng, Yin Sheng!" Yan Qing slammed on the table and murmured.

Yan Qing felt as if he was being pulled into his arms by a powerful hand. He instinctively wanted to resist, but felt that this embrace was very familiar.

"My wife, let me pick you up."

With a steady voice falling on his head, Yan Qing dimly wrapped his arms around the man's neck, and unconsciously approached him: "Yin, Yin Sheng."

Yin Sheng rushed here as soon as he received Yan Qing's call. Fortunately, Yan Qing usually reported his itinerary to Uncle Fu when he went out, otherwise he would be abducted by someone.

His stern gaze rested on Wang Bainan's hand, and he immediately hugged Yan Qing: "Secretary Wang, it's so late, let's go home quickly."

Yan Qing nestled quietly in Yin Sheng's arms, did not speak, and seemed to have fallen asleep.

Wang Bainan lowered his head, but clenched his teeth: "Okay, Mr. Yin."

Yin Sheng hugged Yan Qing, turned around and left, staring down at Yan Qing's flushed little face, lowered his head, and pressed his forehead to the center of Yan Qing's eyebrows: "You..."