Holding the wrong fake young master to favor without knowing it

Beside the transparent glass window of a milk tea shop with few people, a slender figure is sitting on a lounge chair. The cuffs of the snow-white jacket are loosely rolled up, revealing a slender and white wrist with beautiful lines, and the slender fingers showing the unique youthful youthfulness Astringent, holding a cup of warm milk tea between his hands.

The people passing by couldn't help but look in the direction of the boy. The boy looked very cute, his face was still childish, his round eyes reminded people of some soft and delicate herbivores, and his whole body exuded a harmless breath.

At this time, the young man's eyes were fixed on the man sitting in front of him. At this time, the man was holding a piece of paper in his hand, with a sad face.

"Young master, my young master Yan, what do you think of me?" Zhou He looked at the bewildered young Yan Qingyuan in front of him, his mouth full of bitterness, "Do you think I look like an artist?"

"Not like." Yan Qingyuan replied honestly.

"Then do you think I have expertise in criminal investigation?" Zhou He continued to ask.

Yan Qingyuan shook his head.

"Right!" Zhou He put the piece of paper on the table and opened his hands, "I'm just an ordinary rich second generation, and I don't have the ability to search people in the whole city with a single order. Based on the conditions you gave, even if you find an expert, he won't be able to find it!"

Zhou He only felt that Yan Qing Yuanyue was trying to tease him.

Suddenly asked him out and said that he wanted him to find someone.

But what are the conditions listed on this paper?

Yan Qingyuan was aggrieved, and looked at the paper he had racked his brains to sum up.

I saw on the paper:

'Gu Hanhai's sternness is like an iceberg, with deep eyebrows, poetic like mountains, forests, and distant waters. When he is watching him, he seems to be comforted by a god. Only when he gets close to him, do he know that it is not an iceberg, but a translucent, brilliant diamond, shining brightly. With the most dazzling brilliance. '

'Gu Hanhai is like the warm sun in winter, he warms everything, people are swept away by the cold world, but when they get close to him, they are pulled back to the world by the warm sun, and they are redeemed. '

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"Anyway, if you look for it here, you can always find it." Yan Qingyuan took a sip of milk tea guiltily, his eyes wandering.

"How do you find this? How do you find it? This is like a garbage novel written by a third-rate novelist who doesn't know anything. You can find any online picture and put it on the cover. Can you find it?!"

Yan Qingyuan felt guilty: "Doesn't this have a name?"

"Is the surname Gu rare? Huh? Is the name Hanhai rare? Ah?!" Zhou He covered his head with a headache, not understanding what the Yan family's much-loved young master was up to today.

Is this a sudden burst of inspiration and want him to read the novel I wrote, and then deliberately play him?

"Little ancestor, just say what you want to do?!"

Yan Qingyuan pursed her lips: "Look for someone."

"Yes." Zhou He stretched out his arms and legs as he spoke, and leaned on the back of the chair unrequitedly, "I think we just sit here, and that person can come to the door by himself!"

"No." Yan Qingyuan retorted.

"You know it's not okay? Isn't this a normal brain?" Zhou He only felt a throbbing pain in his temple.

Yan Qingyuan held the paper in his hand, feeling very wronged, he stopped drinking the milk tea and put it aside.

Zhou He only felt his scalp go numb, this young master, don't you cry?

Yan Qingyuan stammered again: "There... there are other clues, he, he... His parents didn't divorce, his father lived with another woman and gave birth to a baby, and his mother didn't have much money. I started working to make money at a very young age..."

"..." Zhou He twitched the corner of his mouth fiercely. What kind of family ethics drama is this, "Young Master, I can introduce you to some reliable publishing houses."

Yan Qingyuan was completely silent.

The soft and soft hair drooped limply, like a lost milk dog, and the aggrieved appearance is even more pitiful.

People passing by couldn't help looking over, and cast reprimanding glances at Zhou He, as if accusing him of bullying children.

You can't be angry, you can't be angry, maybe the person planted by the young master's sickly protective second brother is watching right now.

He made a little movement and reported it directly. When the young master's second elder brother made some moves, his father would be able to skin him again.

"Why are you looking for such a person?" Zhou He took a deep breath and rubbed his brows.

"Nothing." Yan Qingyuan didn't answer.

He didn't know what to say.

He couldn't say that he had a dream, in which he found that his life and future had been recorded into a book.

In fact, he is the villainous male supporting role of the novel, a clown, and a fake young master.

The protagonist of the book is the real young master named Gu Hanhai. He will return in the future and create brilliance with his own ability. Everyone loves him, everyone dotes on him, stands at the top, and is respected and loved.

Yan Qingyuan also knew that he couldn't say this, and he himself wondered if he was mentally ill.

However, he remembered the novel very clearly. What was written on the paper was the original text in the book, but Yan Qingyuan copied it verbatim.

"Young master, I can't help it. I really can't." Zhou He frowned. This adjective might as well draw an abstract painting for him, and there is evidence to rely on.

Yan Qingyuan quietly put down the milk tea: "I..."

"Come on, come on, catch him, he's a thief! He stole my bag! Come on!"

Just as Yan Qingyuan was speaking, a woman's scream suddenly came from beside her.

Yan Qingyuan turned his head, and a slender figure suddenly passed his eyes.

The man was handsome, with slender limbs, and he didn't look very old. He was full of vigor, and his hair was broken up while running, revealing his smooth forehead and his cold and solemn face. His eyes reflected a sharp look. The color is full of haze for a moment.

Yan Qingyuan's eyes widened slowly, and he saw that the man ran away with his long legs in a few moments, and he suddenly got up inexplicably and chased him out.

The man's physical fitness was excellent, and his speed was unusually fast. He grabbed the thief's clothes and slammed it on the ground. Due to inertia, the bag thief's back fell violently, and he cried out in pain. .

"Ahhh!"

Yan Qingyuan hurried over, watching helplessly the young man who caught his attention raised his arm high, and punched the bag thief fiercely. The graceful and powerful arm lines seemed to be shining in the sun, and his movements were as fast as lightning. , neither human eyes can follow.

With one blow, the bag thief seemed to have passed out.

The stolen woman who came late from a distance squeezed into the crowd and pushed Yan Qingyuan, only then did Yan Qingyuan come back to his senses.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you so much, I still have a lot of important things in my bag." The woman thanked, and looked at the boy several times inexplicably, as if she liked it.

However, the young man raised his head by chance, his pupils were dark and deep, cold and indifferent, and he glanced at the woman lightly, all the woman's voices were blocked in his throat, and he didn't dare to speak too much.

Without saying a word, the young man stretched out his hand to the thief's coat, and suddenly tore it off. The better quality coat was torn apart instantly like flimsy paper, and countless pieces fell out of the clothes. wallet.

The young man just walked past the bag thief, and found a dark, shabby gray-black wallet in a pile of wallets. After flipping it over and over again, he took out a cheap old man with a simple mobile phone to dial. phone.

"I found it... um..." The boy's voice was not clear, but a little low, and when he looked down at the wallet, there was a cold look in his eyes.

Seemingly hearing what the person on the other side of the phone said, he opened the wallet with the phone on his side, counted the scattered cash inside, and then answered the phone.

Yan Qingyuan stared blankly, who is he calling?Does this wallet belong to the person on the other end of the phone?

As the boy spoke, he blinked his eyes, raised his long eyelashes, and looked at Yan Qingyuan intentionally or unintentionally.

Yan Qingyuan noticed that he was being seen, instinctively tensed up, and couldn't help but widen his eyes.

The young man looked at Yan Qingyuan, a look of amazement flashed in his eyes, and he unconsciously took a step forward.

"Classmate, you..." The woman who lost her wallet and chased her suddenly bumped into Yan Qingyuan and stopped in front of the boy, trying to say something.

But when he saw that the young man seemed to come back to his senses suddenly, his eyes immediately cleared up. He glanced at the wallet full of small change in his hand and the old mobile phone that he didn't fit in. gradually disappeared among the crowd.

Yan Qingyuan didn't notice the young man's attempt to walk towards him, but was overwhelmed by the young man's neat hand reaching out and his outstanding appearance, and said in a loud voice, "Drill... a diamond."

Zhou He, who had been following Yan Qingyuan, frowned when he heard this, and instantly remembered the ridiculous tracing conditions: "This is what you said, bright diamonds, warm little sun?"

"...I don't know, you can check him for me."

"Young master, I didn't say that, what he does is really not a warm sun, it's called a scorching sun, and it can burn people to death."

This young master didn't understand, but he, Zhou He, understood what kind of trouble could be for that young man who caught someone's weakness and knocked him out with one punch.

Yan Qingyuan also felt that he might have made a mistake, after all, how could there be such a coincidence in the world.

But at the moment when he saw that boy, Yan Qingyuan had the idea of ​​"it's him" in his mind.

"Just... just ask his name." Yan Qingyuan hesitated a little, but looked forward to it.

"...All right." At least he has an appearance, so he won't be able to search for it just by a few words.

"Zhou He, don't let my family know about this." Yan Qingyuan suddenly said seriously.

Zhou He's face froze, the bodyguards around him had sharp eyes, could they not know?

"Don't worry, I've already taken off the monitor. The bodyguards can only see us and don't know what we're talking about." Yan Qingyuan blinked and said.

Zhou He's face froze, what the hell?Is this young master stunned? !