[Quick Transmigration] Boyfriend system

When He Yuanqing hung up the phone with a lot of worries, and walked back quickly with a gloomy face, he saw his eldest son who had been away from home for several days sitting beside Lu Yanqing, quietly eating a steaming steamed cage Bag.

The young man's originally delicate skin looked even more flawless under the warm morning sun. At first glance, it seemed to be slightly emitting a milky white light. His lips with pink luster were sucking the thin steamed buns one by one. Drinking the delicious soup, he smiled at the young man beside him, his brows stretched, his eyes calm, and he looked much better than when he was at home.

And the young man beside the boy actually looked down at the boy smiling softly, those black and blue eyes that were always full of fierce arrogance, at this time there was a little bit of tenderness and pampering, watching the corner of the boy's lips bloom. His dimple seemed to be stupefied.

He Yuanqing originally thought that He Zi was just a kid who had just entered the first grade of junior high school, and he didn't have much money, so he would come back obediently after going out for a few times.In addition, he was so focused on He Zihan's injury from being beaten by He Zimo, and deep down in his heart, he even faintly hoped that He Zimo would go out and receive more lessons, so he never thought about going out to find him.

However, he never expected that his rebellious son would hide in Lu Yanqing's place!

Thinking of Zihan's serious injuries from being beaten by He Zimo, and thinking of Zihan's mother's death in the early years, He Yuanqing could only feel a nameless resentment welling up in his heart.

He quickly ran up to He Zimo, and shouted sharply: "You little monster! How dare you hide in someone else's house for so many days, it's really crazy!" While talking, he grabbed the chopsticks from the boy's hand , grabbing his arm hard, tearing him and throwing him to the ground, "Kneel down, I'm going to teach you a lesson today, you little lawless monster!"

Since He Zihan entered the He family, He Zimo has never enjoyed any so-called "fatherly love". After his mother died, his situation became more and more difficult.

He Zihan likes to call her "murderer" and "crazy" loudly at He's mother, and to He Zimo, he calls her "little monster"!

After a long time, even when He Yuanqing was angry, he habitually called him "little monster"!

Mo Mo only felt a burning pain in his arm, and he instantly knew that He Yuanqing, who had always been obedient to his own son and let them order him, had used all his strength mercilessly at this time, with great strength It was as if he wanted to tear his arm off!

"Little monster! Kneel for me!" He Yuanqing's voice was loud and rough, with undisguised anger and sinister hatred.

Mo Mo shivered involuntarily, and an inexplicable fear suddenly appeared in his heart.

He didn't know if it was because of the painful memory left in this body, and he didn't care about it, because at this moment he just felt as if he had returned to the days when he was trapped in He's house.

He made a mistake, and his father was like this, swung him to the ground, pulled the belt in his hand, and lashed him violently.

And He Zihan was sitting on the sofa not far from him, eating potato chips with great interest, while shouting hello hard.Only at this time, He Zihan would praise He Yuanqing vigorously.

"Father, you are awesome! Come on! Smoke this little monster to death!"

"Father, slap him in the face! It's all because of this little monster that killed Mom!"

"Dad, hit him in the face!"

Every time he heard this, He Yuanqing felt as if he had heard some motivating horn, and he became more and more clueless about how to act.

Mo Mo suddenly felt very cold, he shivered involuntarily, he even closed his eyes subconsciously, wrapped his arms around his arms, curled up and waited for the belt to arrive.

But in the end, such harm did not come, what touched him was a pair of warm and careful hands.Even so, he still flinched involuntarily.

The owner of both hands carefully hugged him into his arms, and kept kissing his forehead, his cheeks, his eyebrows, and the corners of his lips, and kept murmuring while kissing him: "My son Don't be afraid, I'm here, don't be afraid, don't be afraid... don't be afraid... I'm here..."

The boy's eyes were tightly closed but he still didn't dare to open them. His nose was flushed and twitched non-stop. His trembling eyelashes were wet with tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes. The son became a disastrous failure.

The man's calm face was suddenly washed away by the boy's tears, his lips kept trembling, he pressed the boy into his arms, and kept murmuring in his ear: "Zi Mo, Mo Mo, with me here, I will always protect you, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."

He kept talking, but he still felt the hot and humid touch from his chest. The young man's tears of extreme pain were like sparks in a frying pan, burning his heart dry, and burning his whole body so painfully.

This man who has been with Mo Mo for nine worlds and has always been calm and composed, at this moment is like a child who has done something wrong, hugging the boy tightly, his eyes are red, and tears are bursting down the embankment.

"What are you? I discipline my own son. What does it have to do with you!" He Yuanqing clutched the abdomen kicked by Lu Yanqing in disbelief, got up from the ground, reached out and grabbed He Zimo, obviously still Thinking of pulling He Zimo away from his arms.

"Get out!!!" The man holding the boy roared like a beast at this moment, and kicked He Yuanqing to the ground with the boy in his arms again!

"Ah!" After all, He Yuanqing is just a teacher, no matter how much he can show his prestige in front of He Zimo, after all, he is only facing a weak child. How can he beat Lu Yanqing who has gone crazy, and he kicked him out immediately two meters away.

"You! Lawless! You beat up the people's teacher! I want to report..." Before he could say the word "police", He Yuanqing looked at Lu Yanqing, who was hugging the boy, comforting him and kissing him lightly, and suddenly there was a ridiculous and weird Thoughts flashed through his mind, he looked at the two people who were hugging each other, his eyes were filled with nausea and disgust, "You guys, you guys have this kind of relationship! It's just..." he said Halfway, let's not talk about it, because he suddenly remembered his obedient Zihan who was detained by the Wang family, and suddenly felt that he finally found a good way to save Zihan!

He suppressed his nausea, and looked at the two of them with a frown: "Forget it, my son is in trouble now, as long as you help solve it and promise me some conditions, I will not let this embarrassing dirty thing out." shaking."

Lu Yanqing looked at the middle-aged man on the ground with cold eyes as if looking at a corpse.

He suddenly felt that he was really wrong.He shouldn't have arranged this task for Zimo to retrieve this memory by himself when he knew that Zimo's spiritual power was strong enough. This painful memory will be lost if it is lost, even if it can't go back. In the real world, there is no going back!

He would like Zimo to be an optimistic and brave "Mo Mo" happily forever, and he would like to accompany him to experience those virtual worlds, take his baby to travel all over the three mountains and five mountains, and read all the great rivers and mountains!It's better than letting his sweetheart be spoiled by this kind of person!

The man's black and blue eyes slowly gathered storms, he looked at He Yuanqing on the ground, and a cold and bloody smile rose from the corner of his mouth: "I haven't seen blood for many years, I almost forgot how to torture people so that they can't survive or die! "

He Yuanqing raised his head, and seemed to see the faint scarlet in Lu Yanqing's black and blue eyes, and heard that he didn't seem to be joking, panicked, and quickly shouted: "Help! Kill me!" while struggling to get up and walk towards the door run.

After running a few steps, he was knocked unconscious by a side kick from a man dressed as a waiter.

"Who told you to make him faint without authorization?" The man looked at He Yuanqing's collapsed body, and raised his head to stare at the waiter with a little dissatisfaction. meaning.

puff.

The waiter knelt down without hesitation, lowered his head and didn't dare to say anything.

Lu Yanqing stopped looking at him, and kept gently stroking the back of the young man in her arms with both hands, but the words she said were not warm at all: "This old thing dares to do anything to my baby, someone, come and bring him to me." Go down, and don't let him... eh until he pays for his sins?"

The unfinished words came to an abrupt end when he felt the slight force of pulling his cuff lightly. Lu Yanqing quickly put on a gentle smile on his face, lowered his head and asked softly: "Momo, what's the matter? Wait for me again In a little while, I'll take you home right away."

The boy in his arms stopped trembling for some time, and his slender fingers pinched his cuffs tightly, with such force that it seemed to tear his well-made suit jacket to pieces.

After a while, the boy finally slowly raised his head from his embrace, those pure eyes that had been looking at him with a warm smile, stared straight at his eyes.

When Lu Yanqing looked into the young man's eyes, he suddenly felt as if he had fallen into a cellar of cold, and he shivered involuntarily.

Those pure eyes that had been watching him smile warmly, now there was nothing left but coldness, and a touch of sarcasm.

"Little uncle, let me decide about him."

"Ding! Host's memory recovery progress: 99%, please sir, please do it yourself..."

0138, no, 0137 A trembling notification sounded in Lu Yanqing's ear.

In fact, without 0137's reminder, Lu Yanqing already knew that his son Mo remembered everything after all.

Because Mo Mo, who has been with him for nine worlds all his life, never calls him, little uncle.

Of course Lu Yanqing was not He Zimo's uncle. When the two met for the first time, he was just an orphan funded by He's mother.

I still remember him at that time, wearing crumpled old clothes, looking at the young woman holding a young child in front of him with a restrained expression. He was clearly told by the dean to behave well in front of the woman, but he only felt that his body was full of excitement. Nervous, his mind was blank, subconsciously wringing his fingers and bowing his head, unable to speak.

The woman talked to him gently for a long time, trying to make him relax, but his body became more and more tense, and even began to tremble slightly.

After not getting a response for a long time, the smile on the woman's face gradually faded, and her brows were slightly wrinkled.

The gentle chatter in the ear suddenly disappeared, followed by a long silence.Lu Yanqing's eyes turned hot, and she knew that she had screwed up again.

Sure enough, how can a poor man like him who doesn't even have the courage to talk to anyone deserve to be supported by others?

He slowly closed his eyes, waiting for the woman to refuse to help, waiting to be led back to the place full of loneliness and scolding.

"Little, little, uncle~"

At this moment, a thin sound of milk, mixed with the sound of saliva, suddenly rang softly in his ears.

He was stunned, and finally raised his head for the first time, looking at the little milk baby in the woman's arms who stretched out his arms towards him, screaming "Yi Ya Yi Ya".

The woman was obviously very surprised by her beloved son's performance, and coaxed him with a smile: "Mo Mo, this is my little brother, not my little uncle. Come on, shout after your mother, little, brother, brother."

"Ah~little~little~brother~uncle~"

"Little, brother, brother."

"Little~little~uncle~uncle~"

"..."

After teaching it more than a dozen times, the little milk baby He Zimo just identified "little uncle". The woman finally gave up helplessly, but accidentally saw the boy she thought was dull and weak, smiling and looking at the boy in his arms. The child, a pair of big dark eyes are full of soft expressions, and they are slightly mysterious blue in the blink of an eye.

The woman was slightly startled, and looked at the young man's face, although it was slightly yellowed due to malnutrition, but he looked really good, and thinking of the closeness between Aiko and him, she couldn't help but feel a little good in her heart.

She smiled: "It seems that you have a predestined relationship with our boy~ In this case, child, would you like to let auntie help you study?"

He was stunned, then ecstatically.

In the following years, my aunt often brought Zimo to school to see him.The little milk baby's favorite thing to do is to follow behind his butt all the time, calling "little uncle, little uncle".

It wasn't until he got older and sensible that He Zimo realized that this was really a little brother, not a little uncle.For this reason, He Zimo was sad for a long time, and secretly cried once because he really didn't have a little uncle.

Even so, He Zimo would still blurt out and call him "little uncle" when he provoked him into a hurry.

At that time, he was staring at the boy's flushed cheeks from embarrassment, and suddenly felt a little sour and a little sweet in his heart.

"Little uncle..." And at the end of his life, the boy looked at his resolutely leaving back with tears in his eyes, and when he slowly held the blade, he called him that.

Unfortunately, it was too late for him to turn around.

The name "little uncle" is the sweetest and most painful consensus between him and Zimo.

But why, at this time.

He hasn't solved the He family father and son for Zimo, he hasn't proved his mother's innocence for Zimo, he hasn't accompanied Zimo to grow up happily, he hasn't... hasn't... made up for what he brought to him Unlimited damage...

Lu Yanqing suddenly became a little scared, his hands began to tremble slightly, he raised his hand to caress the young man's face: "Boy, Momo... silently..."

The young man tilted his head, avoiding the man's hand, ignoring the man's sad eyes for a moment, quickly jumped out of his embrace, looked at him and repeated: "Little uncle, let me make the decision, let me end all this with my own hands, okay? "

Lu Yanqing stared at his cold eyes, how could she dare to say "no".