don't tease me

The next day was Sunday, Qin Anyan had a good night's sleep, and didn't wake up until after eight o'clock in the morning.

He squinted his eyes and yawned. After stuffing the memories of last night into his mind, he slowly got up.

By the time he packed up his room and himself, it was already after nine o'clock.

Wang Ma knocked on his door: "An Yan, come down and have breakfast."

Although she called Qin Anyan Young Master Qin in front of Shen Ciyu, but in private at his request, she called him very intimately.

"Okay, I'll go down right away." Qin Anyan said with a smile, and glanced to the side: "Is Mr. Shen gone?"

"Leaving early in the morning." Wang Ma looked at him kindly, and seeing that there was still a bunch of uncontrollable dull hair on the top of the boy's head, she couldn't help pointing out: "Mr. Shen treats you very well now, you must catch him." Chance."

Qin Anyan understood what she meant, but still raised his eyebrows lightly: "Don't worry, Wang Ma, I know."

His expression was full of indifference, and Wang Ma didn't continue to say anything, but just sighed lightly.

Qin Anyan planned to live on his inheritance after college, and make money by making games at the same time, paving the way for making the game that he planned half of in his previous life.

As long as he stayed away from Shen Ciyu, Zu Baiyi would not be so free to trouble him.

It's a pity that Shen Ciyu didn't seem to want to do what he wanted this time.

As soon as he went out in the afternoon, a black car stopped in front of him before he stepped out.

"Mr. Shen?" He saw the person behind the window lowered, with a surprised expression on his face.

"Where are you going?" Shen Ciyu turned to look at him with a gentle smile on her brows.

"Go out for a stroll." Qin An said, looking at Shen Ciyu's beautiful peach eyes, he said slowly: "Go out and buy some review materials."

"How about these?" Shen Ciyu's smile deepened, he took out a stack of exercise books from the side of his seat, and handed one to Qin Anyan: "See if it suits you."

"These...?" Qin Anyan couldn't hide the shock on his face.

"I chose it after consulting some teachers." Shen Ciyu said, his bushy eyebrows raised slightly, with a little pride: "It will definitely suit your review scope."

"You picked it yourself?" Qin Anyan still couldn't believe it.

He also knows how busy Shen Ciyu is, and now his three views are almost broken.

At least in the last life, Shen Ciyu had never done these things—whether it was a parent meeting or tutoring, or even helping him choose review materials now.

Shen Ciyu looked at him with a smile.

"Boss, it's time for your meeting." Assistant Chen reminded in a low voice while sitting in the driver's seat.

"Then..." Qin Anyan breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to say no more, when Shen Ciyu spoke again.

"Come on, I'll take you to the company."

……

Qin Anyan felt that he might have heard it wrong, and he even looked around to make sure that Shen Ciyu was talking to himself, not someone else who might be around him.

"An Yan," Shen Ciyu was amused, "I have a meeting tonight, so I moved the tutoring to the afternoon."

"If I don't have time, I can study by myself." Qin Anyan frowned, and cautiously refused: "Mr. Shen, you don't have to force it."

The hot summer wind blew into the car from the outside, and Shen Ciyu's tone suddenly became cold and hard: "I won't go back on what I said, come up."

Qin Anyan and him looked at each other for a few seconds, finally compromised, and obediently got into the car.

There was a tall stack of exercise books in the middle of the car, and Qin Anyan flipped through them, feeling a little apprehensive.

It’s been a long time since I’ve written such a thick sea of ​​questions.

"You do the questions first, circle the ones you don't know, and I'll tell you later." Shen Ciyu's expression eased, and he patted Qin Anyan's head.

Qin Anyan nodded stiffly.

It's strange, Shen Ciyu seems to like to have physical contact with himself recently, even if he obviously shows rejection and stiffness, he won't stop.

Is it because of the responsibility mentioned last time?

Holding a pile of exercise books in Shen Ciyu's office, Qin Anyan couldn't learn much, but after thinking that Shen Ciyu would come to give him a lecture two hours later, he still patiently wrote a few.

A secretary in business attire came in and brought him a glass of steaming milk.

"Is there something cold?" Qin Anyan called to stop her.

The secretary is a beautiful woman with a sweet smile. She leaned over slightly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Shen ordered that you can't drink it cold."

It can be said to be very cruel.

Qin Anyan curled his lips, so he had no choice but to drink warm milk in the summer.

Fortunately, there is an air conditioner here for Shen Ciyu, otherwise he would die of heat here.

The secretary smiled at him again, looking at Qin Anyan's face, a strange look flashed in his eyes.But the strangeness was fleeting, and Qin Anyan didn't pay much attention to her, so naturally he didn't notice it.

The office door was gently closed, Qin Anyan let out a long breath, took a sip of milk.

Sweet, the milk slid down the throat, and the hot air stretched all the way to the stomach, and the irritability in my heart calmed down inexplicably.

He began to concentrate on brushing the questions.

After closing the door, the secretary's smile disappeared for a moment, and then reappeared quickly, but it became a bit professional.

She stepped into the bathroom in high heels, took out her phone and sent a message.

A few minutes later, the phone vibrated and a new message came.

The secretary looked at it, and a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

But the next message made her hand tremble, and she bit her lower lip to make a decision.

It's just a small matter, and it won't have any impact at all if it's handled properly.

She patted her towering chest to gently comfort herself, but there was an unconcealable uneasiness in those bright black eyes.

On the other side, Qin Anyan was working on the questions while blowing on the air conditioner in the office. While doing this, he began to think about other things.

As far as he knows, Shen Ciyu's company is a comprehensive entertainment company, and it has also started to get involved in games in recent years.At the beginning, Zu Baiyi stole his game data, maybe there was also a reason for this.

Fengteng Group has just started in the aspect of games, so it is natural for Zu Baiyi to start from this aspect when he comes back.

The company he just established was able to make such a large-scale production game well, not only because of sufficient funds, but also because of the help of Fengteng Group.

However, Shen Ciyu didn't know that Zu Baiyi stole Qin Anyan's game.

Thinking of these things, Qin Anyan's head hurts.

It's not that he doesn't have revenge, it's just that it's unrealistic and he doesn't have that much energy.In this life, Qin Anyan has no other requirements except to make the game himself and live a happy life.

But it seems that even the basic requirements for this cannot be achieved - stay away from Shen Ciyu.

He should still do papers.

After reviewing very seriously all afternoon, Shen Ciyu, who had promised to come to give him a lecture at three o'clock, didn't come until nearly five o'clock.

"Have you finished the paper?" Shen Ciyu had a tired face, and he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I did some." Qin Anyan sat up straight and looked at him worriedly: "Mr. Shen can rest for a while."

"No need." Shen Ciyu loosened his tie again, and sat next to him: "There is no way."

His voice sounded a little hoarse, and his face was a little pale.Qin Anyan looked at him, pursed his lips, and closed the exercise book.

"Mr. Shen, you need to rest now." Standing up, Qin Anyan looked at him with a frown, and suddenly stretched out his hand to press his shoulder and pushed him back, and he didn't let go until his back was completely leaning against the sofa.

"My parents did entrust me to you, but you don't need to coach me regardless of your health." After speaking, Qin Anyan walked out the door.

"Where are you going?" Shen Ciyu frowned and called him to stop.

"Let the secretary make you a cup of coffee, or do you prefer tea?" Qin Anyan said without looking back.

"Coffee." Shen Ciyu's voice came from behind.

Qin Anyan still couldn't help turning his head back, and saw Shen Ciyu leaning on the sofa, resting with his head up and his eyes closed, his tightly pursed lips were white, making him look very fragile.

If you can't hold on, tell me earlier.

Qin Anyan complained in his heart, then turned to talk to the secretary.

The secretary smiled sweetly: "Okay, I'll send it over later."

Her hands under the table trembled slightly.

Qin Anyan nodded. After thinking about it, he went back to the office. Seeing that Shen Ciyu still had his eyes closed, he still stretched out his hand.

"Have a headache?" he asked.

Shen Ciyu opened his eyes, just in time to meet those clear pupils.

He responded vaguely and rolled his eyes.

Those honey-colored eyes always reminded him of sweet honey, especially when they were very close, this feeling was so strong that even the boy's breath seemed to be sweetened.

Qin Anyan didn't know what the other person was thinking, but seeing that he looked away but didn't stop him, knowing that he was acquiescing to his actions, he massaged him skillfully and said softly: "When I was in junior high school, I was weak and often suffered from headaches. That's how my mother would massage me."

His expression was mixed with nostalgia and sadness, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

This expression made him look very fragile, as if someone would just touch him lightly and he would disappear in place.

Shen Ciyu grabbed his wrist at once.

The wrist was so slender that Shen Ciyu felt that he could break it with just a little force.

"Mr. Shen?" Qin Anyan woke up from the memories and looked at him suspiciously.

"You can tell me if you have a headache in the future." Shen Ciyu looked at him with a slight frown, reached out and pressed his temple: "I can rub it for you."

"After a long period of recuperation, my headaches seldom reoccur." Qin Anyan shook his head with a smile. He pressed Shen Ciyu's head skillfully, and saw that the other party squinted his eyes comfortably, like a large dog. Just a little lost.

In his previous life, he had never been so close to Shen Ciyu. Even if he longed for it, he just waited and watched from afar. He didn't even have the courage to speak, so he had no chance to confirm whether Shen Ciyu wanted to treat him like this.

"Mr. Shen, your coffee." The secretary knocked on the door and came in at this time, and when he saw the posture of the two of them, he was shocked.

She managed to maintain a calm look, and walked towards this side on her slender high-heeled shoes.

Qin Anyan stood up and wanted to take the coffee in her hand, but the secretary sprained his foot suddenly and fell to the ground.

The coffee spilled forward along the inertia.

Everything seemed to be in slow motion, the coffee was pouring forward little by little, and just as it was about to spill on his outstretched hand, a hand quickly pressed his hand down, hugged him and fell backwards.

With a bang, the glass shattered into pieces on the ground.

Qin Anyan was shocked, and the speed around him returned to normal.

As if he was stunned for two seconds before he could react, he suddenly stood up and looked at the person behind him: "Mr. Shen, are you okay?"

The author has something to say: Qin Anyan: Let your guard down today :)

Shen Ciyu: I touched my little face hehehe

Qin Anyan: That's the temple!