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

It was a very restrained kiss.

It doesn't come across as frivolous or overly pushy.

At the same time, it was also a provocative kiss with deep meaning—Zhou Qiyuan kissed his forehead to the touch, his lips pulled away from the boy's forehead, and he lowered his eyelids to observe the boy's reaction.

The other party didn't seem to expect him to do this, and there was a little surprise in his red eyes.

Looking carefully, apart from surprise, there is also a faint trace of pleasure in the eyes soaked in tears. Seeing this, Zhou Qiyuan's tense nerves quietly relaxed, his stern eyebrows melted, and he couldn't help but feel Holding the opponent's face with one hand, lowering his head again, he kissed the opponent's eyes.

The hot lips made Qiu Yun's eyelids twitch.

The strong pheromone emitted by the scorching breath almost dazzled his reason, and in a trance, he felt Zhou Qiyuan's lips moved from the eyelids to the tip of the nose, moving to his cheeks little by little with the meaning of cherishing.

The atmosphere is just right.

Temperatures are also climbing.

Qiu Yun was worried and was waiting for the next step when the other party suddenly pulled away and left.

"I'll blow your hair first."

The hoarse voice was restrained after recovering his sanity.

Qiu Yun was taken aback for a moment, then smiled again.

Older men have the advantages of being older, without the impulsiveness and wildness of young people, and more calm and calm accumulated over the years.

Is Zhou Qiyuan calm and self-sufficient?

A person who is capable of using mental power to steal a kiss is not as great and upright as Qiu Yun thought.

Just when he was about to kiss Qiu Yun's lips, he suddenly thought of the young man who is in the susceptibility period at the moment, and his sensibility is greater than his rationality, so he continued to kiss. It is inevitable that he will leave the impression that he is taking advantage of others.

After all, he is the elder whom the teenager trusts and relies on.

And if he teases too much, the teenagers affected by pheromones may not be able to endure it.

Zhou Qiyuan pushed him down on the chair, handed him the milk in his hand, then turned around and took a deep breath, tightening the palms hanging by his sides, and immediately took the hair dryer from the drawer.

The hair dryer was turned on, and the warm air was adjusted to blow on the short hair. The palm of his hand stroked his wet hair, and his fingers ran through his soft hair.

Qiuyun couldn't see his expression.

But you can feel the tenderness and focus of the other party's fingertips.

Holding the cup in his hand, he took a sip casually, and his thoughts could not help but spread to Zhao Yan'an. If Zhao Yan'an knew that his Uncle Qi Yuan had kissed him, how would he feel?

Speaking of which, what kind of development would this world be without Zhou Qiyuan's involvement?

According to the little mirror, what Zhao Yanan likes is not necessarily Zhou Qiyuan, but the chaotic spirit in Zhou Qiyuan's soul.

Without Zhou Qiyuan, Jiangling would have the strongest luck.

According to speculation, in the plot without Zhou Qiyuan's involvement, Zhao Yan'an and Jiang Ling probably took the path of abusive and deep love—for example, the boyfriend who had a crush on his brother, during which time an unexpected climax happened, and he was killed by his brother. The boyfriend is permanently marked, resulting in the death of the brother.

The death of his elder brother became the white moonlight in Jiangling's heart, and then began to abuse Zhao Yan'an who caused all this.

The ending is nothing more than chasing his wife to a crematorium.

As for whether it is a real crematorium or a happy ending, it depends on whether Zhao Yan'an can see through it.

Thinking of this, Zhou Qiyuan's voice came from above his head: "Okay."

He hastily withdrew his fluttering emotions, put down his glass, turned his head and saw Zhou Qiyuan put away the hair dryer, turned around and went to the cloakroom, not long after, he had a pair of sunglasses and a mask in his hand.

"The eyes are red like a little rabbit." Zhou Qiyuan joked with a smile, put the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and scraped the bridge of his nose: "It's a bit big, let's make do with it first, and I'll get someone to match it for you later." Several pairs."

Qiu Yun raised his head slightly, stared at the gentleness in the man's eyes through the lens, suddenly remembered something, and asked, "Uncle Zhou Zhou, have you thought about how to explain to my dad?"

Taking away the man's son under the pretext of taking care of him, but directly put it in his own mouth...

Zhou Qiyuan was ecstatic at first.

These words mean that Yanping actually has a good impression of him. Although he could see a thing or two from the other party's expression before, he didn't say it out to make people feel at ease.

But he calmed down quickly, raised his hand and pinched the other person's nose: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

"Didn't you understand?" Qiu Yun deliberately misinterpreted his meaning: "I can understand when I'm too old to have a date. An empty-nest old man is both psychologically and physically empty, so seeing me as a little fresh It's normal for you to be unable to control the flesh dangling under your nose and trusting and relying on you."

"..." The smile on the corners of Zhou Qiyuan's lips froze, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Who do you say is an empty-nest old man?"

"What do you think?" Qiu Yun's lips curled into a smile: "As a junior, it is everyone's responsibility to care for the elderly."

Zhou Qiyuan, who was so angry that his liver hurt, felt a little familiar when he heard this.

After thinking for a moment, he suddenly remembered that when he was perfunctory Zhao Yan'an, he seemed to have said that "it is everyone's responsibility to care for patients", and the little bastard who co-authored it heard it, and remembered it silently until now.

"I didn't see that you're quite black-bellied." Zhou Qiyuan was angry and funny, and pinched the nose of the young man who neither admitted nor denied: "You also said that I am an empty-nest old man. Your uncle and I are only 27. It's prime time, prime year understand?"

"But I'm only seventeen." Relying on his sunglasses to block the emotion in his eyes, Qiu Yun was determined to regain some of the face he lost this morning: "I'm almost a round older than me, don't you want the old cow to eat the tender? Grass?"

"..." Zhou Qiyuan had this thought and couldn't deny it, so he changed the subject uncomfortably: "It's getting late, I'll take you out for dinner first."

Qiu Yun, who had left Zhou Qiyuan speechless, felt strangely more satisfied with regaining face—even though this face was of no use at all.

After such a toss, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon when the two of them went out.

Zhou Qiyuan moved out of Zhou's old house very early.

One is that his brother forced the marriage too hard, which annoyed him.

The second is that it is close to where he works, and it only takes 10 minutes to walk.

Before getting in the car, Qiu Yun glanced at Zhou Qiyuan's ass through the lens of the sunglasses unintentionally. After such a morning, he didn't see any reaction from Zhou Qiyuan. Could it be that the bad reaction mentioned by the netizen in the forum is different from person to person ?

Qiu Yun breathed a sigh of relief.

No adverse reaction is the best.

But still have to find a chance for Zhou Qiyuan to go to the hospital for a checkup.

The two found a nearby restaurant for lunch, and Qiu Yun followed Zhou Qiyuan to the Ministry of National Defense building.

As Zhou Qiyuan said before, he really has nothing to do, just leaning over the desk to type the process and summary report of this mission.

There are not many people in their department.

And most of them perform tasks outside all year round, and rarely stay in the office to clock in like other office workers.

Qiu Yun was bored watching it, and when he got up early in the morning, he started to cry, and his spirit was a little sluggish, so he lay sleepily on the desk, facing Zhou Qiyuan's direction.

Looking at the cold side face of the other party, the eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, and when his consciousness is about to fall into darkness, his body suddenly lightens—he opened a slit of his eyes with difficulty, and vaguely saw Zhou Qiyuan's tense jaw, Close your eyes with peace of mind.

Half asleep and half awake, I felt something chilly on my eyelids.

But he was too sleepy, so he didn't care, and fell into a deep sleep.

This sleep, sleep directly until dark.

When I woke up, the sound of typing on the keyboard was still ringing in my ears.

He opened his eyes, touched the leather under his body, and realized that he was carried to the sofa after falling asleep, and covered with a thin quilt full of rust pheromones.

He smiled knowingly, pulled the quilt and took a deep breath, then propped up his body, turned to look for Zhou Qiyuan.

The light in the office is not very bright, only a desk lamp is on.

The dim light and the gloomy light projected by the computer screen reflected on the man's face, making his face cold and serious, and the momentum around him was not angry but majestic.

The man immersed in his work seemed to be paying attention to the situation here all the time, so when he heard the movement, his hands kept moving, but his eyes spontaneously looked towards him.

The two people's eyes met, and the other party quickly put down the movement in his hand, got up and poured a glass of warm water and walked over: "Drink some water first."

The warm water flowed down into the stomach like a warm current.

It relieved the dryness of the throat and added water to the tears lost today.

"Are you hungry?" Zhou Qiyuan waited for him to drink the water, then took the water glass and put it on the table next to him naturally: "You go to the bathroom first, I can leave after I clean up."

Qiu Yun nodded, got up and walked into the bathroom. When he looked in the mirror, he found that his eyes were not swollen at all except for a little redness. Unexpectedly, when he recalled that someone had applied cold water to him in his sleep, his heart felt warm.

These are small details.

It's hard for people who don't take it seriously to notice this little thing.

Qiu Yun washed his face with cold water and went back to the office.

Zhou Qiyuan was already fully dressed. Seeing him coming, he turned off the light, stepped forward to put on sunglasses and a mask for him, and immediately took his hand out of the department.

The two of them also ate dinner outside.

When I got home, it was past nine o'clock.

Qiu Yun took off his sunglasses and mask, saw Zhou Qiyuan unbutton his suit, took it off and threw it on the sofa, as if he wanted to go back to his room to take a bath, but he didn't take it seriously.

He took a nap in the afternoon and was in good spirits. In addition, the smell of the other party's pheromones remained in the room, which was still tolerable.

When Zhou Qiyuan returned to the room, he deliberately ignored the disappointment in his heart, moved the cushion, dug out the game controller from the TV cabinet, and prepared to play a game to divert his attention.

His attention slowly shifted as the game progressed, until a smell of pheromones got into his nose, he turned his head subconsciously, and saw Zhou Qiyuan in a bathrobe walking towards the refrigerator with a towel hanging around his neck.

He paused slightly, his nose moved, he stood up suddenly and rushed towards the man who opened the refrigerator, jumped on the man's back, peeled off his collar and sniffed vigorously, his eye sockets were sour, and he felt a sense of loss of control Mixed with anger, grievance and other emotions, they came to my heart at the same time-the pheromone belonging to him was gone!