Holding the wrong fake young master to favor without knowing it

On a hot summer night, there are green street lights everywhere, and when you look up, you can see the sky full of stars. Yan Tan sits on the stairs and looks up at the starry sky. For some reason, he and Yan Zeqing feel sympathetic to each other.

He likes Yan Qingyuan, but it is a pity in life that he cannot become a partner with Yan Qingyuan.

And Yan Zeqing likes Yan Qingyuan, but he will use his own method to stay by Yan Qingyuan's side.

The feelings between them may be different, but the current situation is the same.

One is close at hand but cannot be touched, and the other is far away but cannot be touched.

"Second young master, Yuanyuan has grown taller recently." Yan Tan didn't know what kind of psychology he was in, because he couldn't tell others, but he was showing off Yan Qingyuan's growth that he had witnessed on the phone with Yan Zeqing, "Not only did he grow taller He is already tanned, he used to be able to run very well, now he is healthy and able to run, very lively, working hard and living a life."

"Really?" Yan Zeqing didn't want to talk too much with Yan Tan, but as long as the topic was Yan Qingyuan, he couldn't hang up the phone, and along with Yan Tan's description, he outlined Yan Qingyuan's current appearance in his mind.

"It used to look like a steamed bun, but now it looks like a steamed bun." Yan Tan laughed, "But I'm very optimistic."

"Yuanyuan has always been optimistic." Yan Zeqing couldn't help showing a bit of pride.

"He works very hard. He has a part-time job and his salary is not high, but he seems to have saved some spare money. He is considering opening a restaurant for takeaway."

"He may need my help." Yan Zeqing has always been very proud of his business acumen.

"This child took me to eat around during this period of time to do taste market research, and then make more delicious new dishes. I have stepped up exercise these days, otherwise I will really gain weight." Yan Tan stretched out his hand and touched it. Who can resist Yan Qingyuan's feeding method for his own abdominal muscles?

Yan Zeqing was really funny and jealous: "You stole the time that should have been me and Yuanyuan."

"Heh." Yan Tan Danyin sneered, "Yuanyuan said that if he can successfully open the restaurant, he would let me become a shareholder. At that time, the name of the restaurant will be the name of Yuanyuan and me."

Yan Tan heard the sound of something being overturned on the other end of the phone, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth, ah, teasing the second young master is really very interesting.

"Yan Tan." Yan Zeqing's voice could be heard gnashing of teeth even from the phone.

It should be regarded as revenge for being driven away at the beginning.

"Until you have the ability to find Yuanyuan, I'll take care of Yuanyuan, don't worry." Yan Tan added fuel to the flames unceremoniously, "And this period of time belongs to me only."

After hanging up the phone, Yan Zeqing only felt that he was really pissed off by Yan Tan, but at the same time he was angry and happy because he got Yan Qingyuan's recent situation.

For more than a year, for more than a whole year, he has been running around in various cities in his own way, and he will start searching every time he arrives at a new place, but the world is still too big for hundreds of years.

Even if the means and methods of Yan Tan Tibetans are not clever, finding someone in such a big country is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack, not to mention that Yan Tan has done a lot of tricks in it.

He often walks around different cities with news about Yan Qingyuan, even though he knows it is false, Yan Zeqing is unwilling to let go of any possibility and is exhausted.

Now hearing about Yan Qingyuan's situation, Yan Zeqing inexplicably relaxed a lot.

Leaning on the bedside of the hotel, since Yan Qingyuan left, he has not returned to the villa again, all his time is spent in hotels in various cities, even if it is a short rest after exhaustion, he wants to Put yourself in the state of looking for Yan Qingyuan anytime, anywhere.

That way he can keep himself awake.

Today...maybe I can sleep well.

Yan Zeqing did not intend to tell anyone about Yan Qingyuan.

This is his secret.

-

In a room with a comfortable temperature in the quiet villa area, all kinds of sundries are piled up everywhere. The current head of the Yan family is leaning on one of the cute toy sofas with his legs curled up A blueprint is being drawn.

Yan Yi had a very comfortable life during this time. Yan Hanhai took the initiative to recognize the identity of the Yan family a year ago and found him, asking for his help.

Yan Hanhai is really a person with a strong learning ability, except that it will be difficult to teach at the beginning, but he can master many things by himself, which makes the people who teach have a strong sense of satisfaction.

Yan Yi doesn't think that his ability is better than Yan Hanhai's, or that this is the smartest generation he has ever seen, and he has to admire the combination of Yan Qisui and Xihe's genes, plus they were not educated by elites. His past made him see certain things more clearly than ordinary Yan family members.

Yan Yi remembered that when she was studying with the head of the family, she spent more time teaching with the secretary, but when she met Yan Hanhai, Yan Yi didn't want to pretend to others.

He doesn't need the process of absorption, all the knowledge can be crammed in, and he can handle some things independently after half a year, and Yan Yi can completely spare more time to do things he likes after a year.

He has long hair and spends more time in the design studio, so he doesn't have to worry too much.

Yan Hanhai's rapid growth was witnessed by everyone, not to mention that it was requested by Yan Hanhai himself.

He said...he wanted people.

Many, many people.

Yan Yi can probably know what Yan Hanhai is thinking and what he wants to do, it is nothing more than that child.

That very thoughtful child became an emperor by accident.

Only those who have lost it know how to cherish it, and it is because of the loss that they have the motivation to have it again, which makes him a lot easier.

He called Yan Hanhai today, and he didn't tell him the reason, but Yan Hanhai never bothered him when he was designing, but sat aside and waited for the completion of his design inspiration.

Yan Yi's legs were lazily bent, and his head, which was half leaning on the sofa, suddenly nodded. All the design ideas in his mind were interrupted, and he shook his head. They were all boring thoughts. Children would not like such crooked toys. of.

The pencil was held casually between fair fingers, Yan Yi looked up and saw the boy sitting on the chair in the design room flipping through this notebook.

It is not appropriate to say that he is a teenager, his temperament has gradually become between that of a teenager and a young man, and his excessive intelligence has caused him to have a much more calm temperament than his peers, which makes Yan Yi unconsciously think that he is still a child At that time, I was in awe of the Patriarch with a filter in my heart.

Now Yan Hanhai has grown into someone who cannot be underestimated.

Yan Yi felt that it was a pity that the former lone ranger had become the person who was now planning strategies behind the scenes. This child obviously missed the most relaxing period of human beings.

Next to Yan Hanhai is a notebook, which has no words, but everyone knows that whenever Yan Hanhai has free time, he will look at the notebook without any words, and even turn the pages, just like You can see what is written on it.

This notebook is Yan Hanhai's most precious possession. He has kept it intact with his own hands. Even though it has such a high reading rate, it has not become worn out because of it.

Yan Yi knew that this was not a book without words. He had seen Yan Hanhai use a special light source to read the handwriting on the notebook, but he couldn't see it now, as if he had already memorized all the contents of the book. I know every page by heart.

"I called you here today because I want you to meet someone. I will probably come around this time." Yan Yi casually picked up the phone next to him to check the time, "You will gain a lot from meeting him."

"You are really getting lazy now, Yan Yi." A serious voice sounded not far from the room, Yan Yi's body froze suddenly, and instinctively sat up straight.

Yan Hanhai unhurriedly put the notebook in his hand back into a small box that was more convenient for storage, and then put it in his pocket. It looked bulging, but the loose casual clothes would not be so small because of this. Blemishes appear weird.

Yan Hanhai raised his head and looked at the person who appeared next to them without anyone noticing. It was an elderly man, nearly 60 years old, with gray hair and wrinkles on his face. His age could be seen even more, but he With a straight back and a big frame, he looked like an old scholar in a plain white shirt, trousers, and simple glasses.

Yan Yi's expression was rarely serious, he stood up, and said respectfully: "Master."

Strictly speaking, Yan Yi is also Yan Hanhai's master, but Yan Yi doesn't care, and Yan Hanhai doesn't even know how to scream, so everything is fine.

Therefore, Yan Hanhai already knew who the man in front of him was, and he was the previous head of the Yan family——Yan Chu.

Strictly speaking, Yan Chu should be Yan Hanhai's uncle, because Yan Yi's relationship is more like that of a teacher, but this is the first time they have met in a real sense.

Yan Chu has resigned from office, and he did not work in the Yan family, but became a university professor. His time at the university made him wear away the aura of a superior, and now he looks a lot more bookish.

"Hello." Yan Hanhai couldn't say whether he was respectful or disrespectful, he was not very important to Yan Chu.

"Do you know why I came to see you?" Yan Chu came for a purpose this time.

Yan Hanhai raised his eyes slightly, but did not speak.

"I don't think you are suitable to be the heir of the Yan family." Yan Chu said directly.

Yan Yi casually curled the end of her long hair, raised her eyebrows and looked at Yan Chu: "Master, I don't like to hear your words. Isn't his ability obvious to all?"

Yan Hanhai's excessively powerful ability is no longer something that normal people can reach, and everyone is convinced.

"Being the head of the Yan family is for the development and operation of the entire Yan family, but he is not." Yan Chu looked at Yan Hanhai, "What he has is selfishness."

Yan Yi did not refute this time.

Yan Chu's educational concept is to serve the Yan family wholeheartedly and get rid of distracting thoughts, so that he can devote himself to the Yan family.

Yan Yi was also educated in this way back then, so he voluntarily abandoned his hobbies, because Yan Qingyuan regained his hobbies, thinking that Yan Hanhai had the opportunity to focus on what he loved.

"If you are human, why can't you have selfishness? Selfishness is the source of motivation. People can develop because of selfishness, right?" Yan Yi half-shielded in front of Yan Hanhai, her thin shoulders exposed her white and delicate collarbone, mature It is also full of charm, and the heart of protecting the calf is fully revealed.

"He is selfish and treats the entire Yan family as a prop for selfishness. How can he become a person who controls the overall situation?"

Yan Chu's worries are not excessive. After so many generations of development of the so-called Yan family, the personnel and industries in it are mixed. Sitting here is not to have power, but to occupy the intelligence of the most important nail, to run Contribute yourself.

"Master, I have different ideas from yours. I am dedicated to the public, my thinking is solidified, and I am demanding blood relationship and ability. It is really picky, but Yan Hanhai conforms to everything, so what is there to be dissatisfied?" Yan Yi spread his fingers, Still traces of pencil and graphite.

"You are just over three years old, and you have hurriedly changed hands after less than seven years in office. In my opinion, you still have a long working life. If you let go at this time, you will not get rid of your laziness."

Yan Yi narrowed her eyes, the person she was going to see was Yan Hanhai, why did she say that he was lazy again?

"My ambition is not here." Yan Yi said directly.

Yan Chu frowned. He always knew that Yan Yi was lazy by nature and was not suitable for this position, but back then he chose him because he was willing to endure, but he really couldn't pick a better one.

But now Yan Hanhai is in the same situation.

His abilities are impeccable.

But his character is more worrying than Yan Yi.

Yan Chu looked at the young man who was much younger than him in front of him. Even after listening to the narration and praise of so many people beside him, he would still feel shocked in his heart when he actually saw this person. With such a magnanimity, it is enough to be eye-catching.

The head of the Yan family doesn't have to be very capable, but he must be able to control people, and the person in front of him is not good at controlling people, but... He will make the people around him subconsciously serve him.

Yan Chu can understand why Yan Yi chose him with just a glance, and Yan Yi is indeed right.

But such a person, if he has strong selfishness.

"Yan Hanhai." Yan Chu frowned and said, "That young man left you and lied to hide your identities. He encroached on your interests, and there are still things that he might hide from you. You can't get rid of the shackles of feelings, can you stand still?"

Yan Hanhai's eyes were cold and dark, quietly looking at the person in front of him.

"So what?" He didn't need to explain to anyone.

Yan Chu's heart turned cold, he said so much, but this young man arrogantly gave him only one word?

Yan Hanhai's reason for wanting to be the Patriarch is very simple. He wants to find Yan Qingyuan, he wants to control Yan Qingyuan, and he wants to make Yan Qingyuan no longer able to escape from his grasp.

At the beginning, he had nothing, even in the end, he could only watch the young man make up his mind, and even in the end, he left without looking back.

Yan Qingyuan's heart must be tough, he has his own thoughts and concerns, but he doesn't.

He doesn't care that Yan Qingyuan is of the same sex, he doesn't care that Yan Qingyuan occupies his identity, he doesn't mind that he has endured his suffering, and he doesn't care what the young man left in this notebook at all.

For him, the person in front of his eyes and in his heart has always been Yan Qingyuan.

He loves his cuteness, his soul, everything about him.

From the very first sight, he wanted to possess the cutest Yan Qingyuan in the world.

Yan Hanhai's determination and eyes that cannot be shaken by anyone shocked Yan Chu and frowned.

"I don't think it's a bad thing." Yan Yi said, "People can do any crazy things for their own obsessions."

It's like he wants to abandon this position that shackles his hands and feet, he only wants to be a toy, he only wants to play with children, he also wants to have a child, he is just so worthless!

Under the stalemate atmosphere, Yan Hanhai's cell phone rang suddenly, Yan Hanhai looked down at the cell phone, raised his eyes and nodded respectfully, turned and left.

Yan Chu's brows could not be loosened, but Yan Yi casually sat on the side table: "Master, don't worry, he is the smartest person I have ever met so far, and as long as there is that child around , he won’t do anything that’s not good for him.”

Power and influence, the two things that the world pursues, will become the best props to manipulate others.

Yan Hanhai went to the balcony to answer the phone. The scorching sun at noon shone on his skin. As if he didn't feel anything, his hand unconsciously grabbed the iron railing on the balcony which was scorched by the sun.

"Hello?" Yan Hanhai listened to the report of the person opposite, his eyes gradually sank, and a trace of expectation and joy flashed in his heart, he asked, "Where is Yan Zeqing?"

After hanging up the phone, Yan Hanhai felt his own heartbeat for a long time, and suddenly felt a slight pain in the palm of his hand. He raised his hand and saw that his palm was burned by the hot railing.

"It hurts." Yan Hanhai murmured, he has not been aware of the surrounding environment for a long time, at the moment when he heard the news of Yan Qingyuan, he suddenly felt that everything around him came alive, and he covered it with his hands. Sunshine, "good sun."

Yan Hanhai raised his hand to take a picture of the sky and sent a Weibo.

Pictured with blue skies: it's hot and needs ice cream.

When Yan Qingyuan was with him before, he would buy ice cream when the weather was hot. When he was at home, Yan Qingyuan also tried to make ice cream by hand, although the finished product was very ordinary.

He likes cool things very much, and will definitely give him one.

-

Yan Qingyuan was lazily waiting for someone to pick up the courier, and instinctively opened Yan Hanhai's Weibo, and happened to see his update.

Recalling that he once tried to make homemade ice cream, the result was ice cubes, and they ate up all the piles of ice cubes.

Although it is not delicious, it is very refreshing.

Qiuhu is really hot.

Yan Qingyuan wiped his sweat, he hasn't eaten ice cream for a long time.

Now that Brother Yan is here, let’s try making ice cream again.

Yan Qingyuan came to the door again with a lot of couriers from Ms. Song. Ms. Song opened the door very quickly today, with a look of anger on her face: "Don't you usually come in the morning? Why didn't you come here this afternoon?"

Ms. Song always likes to lose her temper. When she loses her temper, she complains, and when she complains, she deducts her salary. Today, Ms. Song is very unhappy. Ms. Song loses her temper and Yan Qingyuan is also shocked.

"Sorry, it's my problem. I'm really sorry." Because the route is usually changed every two days, and there have been many afternoon deliveries before, Yan Qingyuan knows that he can't argue with the customer at this time, otherwise it will become more and more troublesome. .

"I have a very important date today!" As Ms. Song said, she tore all the packages in Yan Qingyuan's hands and dropped them on the ground. Yan Qingyuan frantically scanned the QR code. The posture and speed of the thin and frail Ms. Song unpacking the express delivery is really unimaginable that she is a slender woman.

Finally, Ms. Song took out what she wanted in one of the couriers. It was a bag packed in a very expensive box. Yan Qingyuan saw the brand on it at a glance, and it should be a genuine luxury product.

Ms. Song saw Yan Qingyuan's eyes fixed on the trademark, and the corner of her mouth raised: "What? You know it. I didn't expect you to know the goods."

"Yes, the price of this brand is quite expensive, it seems to cost [-]." Yan Qingyuan didn't notice her slip of the tongue, it's not quite expensive, but very expensive.

"No, I can't buy this bag in this damned poor place. I've been waiting for a long time, and I'm going to take it on a date with my girlfriend today!"

It was only then that Yan Qingyuan noticed that Ms. Song today was dressed in delicate clothes, gorgeous makeup, and her hairstyle had been carefully taken care of. Moreover, her outfit today matched the bag that just arrived. For a moment, Yan Qingyuan didn't know that she was trying to make the bag better for herself. Or use yourself to set off that expensive bag.

"I've been calling you all the time, but I can't get through. I'm really mad." Ms. Song took out her mobile phone while complaining, "Give me your private number, and I will call your private number directly in the future."

"Aww." Hearing what the other party said, Yan Qingyuan felt that he might not complain about himself, as long as he didn't complain, he could say anything else, so he obediently took out his cheap mobile phone.

"What's your name?" Ms. Song has always called Yan Qingyuan the courier brother.

"My name is Yan Qingyuan." Yan Qingyuan said.

"Which Yan?"

"There is a capital three inside a door." Yan Qingyuan said.

"Is this Qingyuan?" Ms. Song spread out the phone to Yan Qingyuan to see.

"Yes, Yan Qingyuan, that's how it was written." Yan Qingyuan read it instinctively, and checked whether her mobile phone number was entered correctly.

"Your name is Yan Qingyuan?" Suddenly a slightly rough male voice came from beside them. Yan Qingyuan subconsciously turned around and saw Ms. Song's lover, that fat man.

"Ah... yes, is there any question?" Yan Qingyuan replied subconsciously.

"How do you write it?" the man asked.

After seeing the man, Ms. Song's impatient expression changed instantly. She was charming and smiling, and leaned softly on the man's body: "Oh, this is a courier. The bag you bought for him just arrived today. , I still want to take this bag and go on a date with my dear."

The man glanced at Ms. Song, unexpectedly, he didn't try to appease her right away, but frowned at Yan Qingyuan, and asked, "How did you write it?"

Ms. Song felt that something was wrong, and immediately took out her mobile phone to show the man: "Look, look, he has memorized his name, why do you have to know the name of a courier delivery person!"