The protagonist's "white moonlight" ran with me [Quick Transmigration]

In the living room tonight, the atmosphere is a bit delicate.

Zhao Yan'an didn't chatter around his Uncle Qi Yuan like before.

Instead, he nestled obediently in the arms of Zhao's mother with red eyes, and looked at Zhao's father for a while, and Zhou Qiyuan for a while with the same red eyes.

"I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it..." Zhao's father didn't notice the strangeness of his wife and children at all, he was still immersed in the excitement of his eldest son's recovery, rubbed his hands and couldn't even speak a word.

Zhou Qiyuan, who was sitting upright, adjusted his sitting posture and leaned back with his legs crossed.

Resting on the ridge of the sofa with one hand, he took a sip from the teacup in the other. While waiting for Father Zhao to calm down, he looked at the mother and son diagonally across from the corner of his eyes—the mother and son both had a pair of rabbit eyes, and their spirits were a little out of sorts.

Especially Zhao Yan'an, just like an eggplant beaten by Shuang, wilting.

It looks so pitiful.

Zhou Qiyuan thought nonchalantly.

"Qiyuan." Zhao's father said suddenly, calling back his wandering mind.

He said 'hmm', looked up, and saw that Zhao's father had gradually calmed down, took a sip of tea, and said, "I should really thank you for the matter of Yanping."

Zhou Qiyuan smiled without saying a word, waiting for Father Zhao to continue.

"This child in Yanping has too many knots and is extremely insecure." Zhao's father said, looking at his wife, and sighed: "I didn't have my company when I was young, so I can understand if I don't trust him. But he is also extremely resistant to psychological treatment. , I invited a few psychiatrists back, but he didn’t even open the door, so in desperation, I pinned my hopes on Jiang Ling.”

Hearing this, Zhou Qiyuan became interested: "Is that the young man I came to see last time?"

"Yes, that's him." Professor Zhao nodded, his eyes full of admiration for Jiang Ling: "I am a student who has great insights into future machinery, and I published a paper in a B-type journal at a young age. It's a pity that I am a Beta, otherwise the achievement will be higher."

Zhou Qiyuan picked up the teacup and covered the curved lips.

This man surnamed Jiang is smart, and he knows how to curry favor with Professor Zhao, a Qingliu boss who enjoys a good reputation in the scientific research circle.

The world is particularly hostile to Beta.

Especially in the scientific research field, it is common for people without background to be suppressed, and it is not uncommon for some achievements to be taken over by others.

After all, this is a world of genetics, and Beta is recognized as mediocre. How can the public who don't know the truth know the darkness in it?

"Yanping was very interested in him before."

Zhou Qiyuan, who was thinking, heard Zhao's father say this, and Wen Run's brows and eyes sank suddenly. When he was feeling a little unhappy, he saw Zhao's father continue to say: "When I came, I flinched. I thought it might be Yanping. I am not familiar with Xiao Jiang, if I get in touch with him more, maybe there will be hope.”

"The situation in Yanping, you can't force it too much, or it will backfire." Zhou Qiyuan said in a deep voice, but he didn't mention that the child in Yanping had returned to normal.

Just like what he said to the kid in Yanping before, Professor Zhao should worry about it.

Otherwise, why are there two sons, one is delicate and naive, and the other is holding himself out of 'autism'?Although when he got along with the child in Yanping, he didn't find that child had the slightest tendency of 'autism'.

But he reasonably guessed that the child must be extremely lacking in love, so he came up with this method to attract the attention of his parents.

What a poor and lovable child.

Unaware Father Zhao nodded: "I was so worried before, but now I feel relieved, that kid from Yanping is willing to communicate with you, this is a good sign."

The last two sentences made Zhou Qiyuan's drooping brows and eyes slowly relax.

He put down his teacup and looked at Father Zhao with a smile: "Yanping is a good boy, it is my honor that he can trust me."

Father Zhao rarely showed a smile.

But then he started to worry again, Qiyuan is different from Jiangling, Jiangling is his student, he only needs to give instructions, but Qiyuan has his own work to be busy, so he rarely has free time.

It is difficult for him to ask Qiyuan to put down his work and accompany his son.

But the son's situation is inseparable from Qiyuan...

"Professor just say what you want." Zhou Qiyuan saw that his brows and eyes were full of worry, and probably guessed what the other party was thinking.

"This..." Father Zhao hesitated to speak.

Zhou Qiyuan took the initiative to speak out for him: "I think Yanping is a good kid, but I'm usually busy with work, so I'm afraid I can't take care of this... Well, professor, if you don't worry, you can let Yanping move first." I'll be staying there for a while."

Zhao's father froze for a moment, and Zhao Yan'an beside him also widened his eyes.

"Of course, if you are worried, I can take more time to come and see Yanping." Zhou Qiyuan said slowly.

"Why didn't I think of it!" Father Zhao became excited again, realizing that he had lost his composure, and asked restraintly, "Will this bother you too much?"

"Brother, it's too outlandish for you to say that. When my parents left, you took good care of me." Zhou Qiyuan changed his legs and crossed his legs, and put down his teacup: "Don't say that I sincerely hope that Yanping will be well." , based on how you took care of me back then, I should help take care of Yanping now, shouldn't I?"

"Okay, okay." Father Zhao couldn't hold back anymore, his eyes were full of joy.

Zhao Yan'an next to him finally couldn't help but speak: "Uncle Qi Yuan, can I go with you?"

"Bullshit."

Before Zhou Qiyuan opened his mouth, Zhao's father refused on his behalf without even thinking about it: "Uncle Qiyuan didn't take your brother to play, so what are you going to do?"

Zhao Yanan pursed his mouth, and tears began to roll in his eyes.

"Old Zhao!" Seeing that her youngest son was about to cry, Zhao's mother hugged her son distressedly while comforting and coaxing her, while glaring at her husband: "Is there such a fierce son as you?"

Zhou Qiyuan was not surprised.

Zhao Yan'an has been clinging to him since he was a child, maybe he just admired him when he was a child, but when he was young Huaichun, his behavior was a little more possessive.

However, Zhao Yanan grasped this speed very well. In addition, he didn't see him a few times a year, which didn't arouse his disgust. After all, he was the one who watched him grow up.

But the recent Zhao Yan'an is a bit unpleasant.

"Yan'an, you are already a big O, you have to be sensible." Zhou Qiyuan put on a business smile: "Uncle is very busy, and the remaining energy can only take care of your brother alone."

"I, I don't need you to take care of me." Zhao Yan'an said, sobbing, "I can still take care of my brother for you."

"Do you know what taking care is?" Zhou Qiyuan said bluntly: "Can you know the simplest diet? Can you clean the floor? Can you wash the clothes? I don't have a servant at home, and you need to do it yourself. Come on, have you done it?"

"...I can learn."

"But I don't have the energy to teach you." After Zhou Qiyuan finished speaking, he stood up: "I just finished a case today, and I'm a little tired. Professor, sister-in-law, I'll go back to my room to rest first."

"Wait a minute first." Zhao's father called to him: "I can't be his master about Yanping. You have to discuss it with Yanping first. If he agrees, I have no objection."

"I see." Zhou Qiyuan nodded slightly at him, turned and went upstairs.

Zhao Yanan saw Uncle Qi Yuan walking very simply, and the tears that he had endured for a long time fell down with a slap and a patter——Uncle Qi Yuan really changed, and the sudden panic in his heart last night was also fulfilled up.

When Mother Zhao saw her son crying, her heart ached as if being stabbed by a knife.

Immediately, she didn't care about getting angry with her husband, and coaxed her son softly with red eyes: "Mom, my dear boy, when you cry, Mom's heart will be broken. Don't cry, we can't live with you, Uncle Qiyuan!" home, but you can visit, your Uncle Qi Yuan didn’t say you can’t visit your brother, did you?”

"Is it possible?" Zhao Yan'an asked pitifully with wet eyes open.

"It's fine if Mom says yes." Zhao's mother raised her finger and gently brushed away the tears on Zhao Yan'an's face: "Hey, don't cry, your eyes are swollen from crying, and it won't look good when you go out."

Zhao Yan'an secretly glanced at Father Zhao who was full of distress, and said in a low voice, "Then you can't lie to me."

"When did Mom lie to you?"

Zhou Qiyuan, who has excellent hearing, heard the conversation downstairs, but he didn't hear Professor Zhao say anything for a long time.

Zhou Qiyuan didn't understand why Mother Zhao ignored her eldest son.

I just lament that a crying child has candy to eat.

The disadvantage of his children is that they are too sensible, and they only develop an 'autism' with no sense of existence.

The child itself is an introverted character, with a low sense of existence.

Lock yourself on the third floor, wouldn't that make you feel less existential?

Zhou Qiyuan, who walked up to the third floor, looked at the closed door. It was a credit that the child Yanping went upstairs first, otherwise, how uncomfortable would he be when he heard the words downstairs?

He raised his watch to check the time.

Seeing that it was getting late, he went back to his room without disturbing Yanping.

The next day.

The sky is dimly bright.

A crisp knock on the door awakened Qiu Yun from his sleep.

He fumbled to turn on the desk lamp in a daze, lifted the quilt to prop up his sleepy face, got out of bed and opened the door, half-closed his sleepy eyes, and only vaguely saw a tall figure standing at the door.

It doesn't take much to figure out who it is.

He let go of the doorknob, turned around to let people in, and asked vaguely, "What time is it?"

"06:30." Zhou Qiyuan walked into the room, and a scent like the fragrance of grass and trees rushed to his nose.

He was subconsciously vigilant, and suddenly realized that the child in Yanping had sprayed perfume yesterday, and it should be the residual fragrance.

Thinking of this, he asked casually, "What brand of perfume do you use? How long does it last?"

When the sleepy Qiu Yun heard this, he suddenly woke up, turned around quickly, and asked in a deep voice, "What did you just say?"

"Perfume." Seeing his reaction so strongly, Zhou Qiyuan thought that the child had been punctured by him again, and couldn't hold back his face. He lowered his voice and comforted: "The smell of your perfume is quite pleasant. It is used for Spraying the room would be nice."

"..." Qiu Yun seemed to have thought of something, walked up to Zhou Qiyuan, and said with a dark face, "Squat down."

"Ok?"

Zhou Qiyuan had never seen such an expression on his face before, he was stunned for a moment, and suddenly he was pulled to bend over.

Qiu Yun didn't explain, and leaned directly towards the back of his neck - a rusty smell like blood got into his nostrils, the smell was not strong, but it was naturally evil, which made people tremble.