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

——Stealing?

Qiu Yun felt offended.

He took advantage of the opportunity to pick up the lunch box the servant left at the door, straightened up, and looked displeasedly at the man who didn't stand.

The man leaning against the door frame had a cigarette in his mouth at some point.

With his hands in his pockets, one long leg was still touching the threshold.

Such a carefree appearance is very different from the gentle and gentle gentleman in the living room downstairs.

He withdrew his eyes wearily, turned back to the room, and when he closed the door, he left a sentence: "A dog can't spit out ivory."

Zhou Qiyuan, who was waiting for an explanation, finally waited for this sentence, and couldn't help being startled.

Since he was born, he was surrounded by flatterers; even when his parents passed away suddenly, and his relatives coveted the family property, no one dared to speak to him like this.

I don't want the Zhao family's elder nephew, who is said to have autism and has no sense of existence, to be so bold!

He picked up the cigarette in his mouth, looked at the closed door opposite, and suddenly put his forehead on his forehead and laughed lowly.

——The eldest nephew of the Zhao family still has two faces!

With a low smile, Zhou Qiyuan threw his half-smoked cigarette on the ground and stepped on it. He went back to his room, put on a coat, and closed the door. When he turned around, he glanced at the opposite door, and then strode towards the stairs. walk between.

When Zhou Qiyuan went down to the first floor, Zhao Yanan rushed towards him with a wave of sweet pheromone that seemed to be absent.

He habitually stretched out his hand, and the unsociable young man said indifferently, "a dog can't spit out ivory" in his mind.

The half-stretched hand subconsciously retracted, and Lian Shen asked lightly: "Xiao An, are you sixteen?"

Zhao Yan'an, who was in the middle of it, stopped in time and raised his head in confusion: "16 years and two months."

"It's not too small, it's already a big O." Zhou Qiyuan patted him on the shoulder, stepped over the doubtful boy, and Professor Zhao was already sitting at the dining table.

He walked over to say hello.

Professor Zhao put down the iPad in his hand, raised his eyes and asked, "Are you still used to sleeping?"

"Not bad." Zhou Qiyuan said with a smile.

He poured a glass of water and moistened his throat.

Before, he dismissed Zhao Yan'an who was pestering him in the name of rest.

Zhao Yan'an who followed him sat down next to him, raised his chin and raised his head and asked bitterly, "Uncle Qi Yuan, what did you mean by that just now?"

Zhou Qiyuan glanced at him.

Zhao Yanan is a typical Omgea, with an indistinguishable face that is particularly delicate.

His personality is more pure and lively than the cute and sensible one nowadays, and it looks like he was grown up spoiled by his parents.

Also as a son.

Zhao Yanping and Zhao Yanan are in two situations.

Zhou Qiyuan narrowed his eyes, put down the water glass, and rubbed the rim of the glass with his fingertips: "You are not too young, you should keep a proper distance from me, after all, I am not your uncle."

"But..." Zhao Yan'an suddenly became a little at a loss, and there was a tear in his voice: "But I, but I have always regarded you as my own uncle."

"My uncle should also pay attention to the distance." Zhou Qiyuan raised his hand and rubbed his head, and said softly: "After all, AO is different. Besides, Alpha is very possessive. If you are so close to me, what if the future nephew I know, but I'm going to be jealous."

The last two sentences are meant to be joking.

But Zhao Yanan's eyes turned red instantly.

Professor Zhao agreed with Zhou Qiyuan's words.

Seeing that the younger son was about to burst into tears, and that the younger son was just relying on Zhou Qiyuan, and was about to offer comfort, Zhao's mother hurried out of the kitchen with the dishes.

She put the dishes on the dining table casually, hugged her little son who was about to cry, and glared at her husband while coaxing: "Did you scold the child?"

"..." Professor Zhao frowned, "I didn't say anything."

"It has nothing to do with Dad." Zhao Yan'an lay in Zhao's mother's arms, sniffling and choked up, and said, "Uncle Qi Yuan said that I have grown up and should keep a distance from me. Does he not like me anymore?"

"Qiyuan, you..."

Zhao's mother softened her expression, turned her gaze to Zhou Qiyuan, and asked with complicated eyes: "Be patient, An'er has always been close to you and treats you...as an idol, but you suddenly told him to keep a distance, so it's a little bit Can not accept."

Zhou Qiyuan smiled and nodded, feeling more confused than Professor Zhao being questioned.

He knew that Omega was delicate and fragile, but he didn't expect to be so fragile? !

He ate the supper like chewing wax.

He doesn't like people who are too fragile, and neither does Omega.

In the past, Zhao Yan'an had never shown such an inclination in front of him, so he didn't mind pampering him more.

But during the meal, when Zhao Yanan heard his sister-in-law coaxing the crying nose, instead of feeling pity, she became more and more impatient, and simply put down the bowls and chopsticks, saying, "I'm done eating, so I'll go upstairs first. "

"Uncle Qiyuan." When Zhao Yanan heard that Zhou Qiyuan was about to go upstairs, he quickly stood up and said pitifully, "I'm sorry, don't be angry with me."

Zhou Qiyuan paused for a moment, then put on an impeccable smile: "I'm not angry, eat well, don't let sister-in-law worry about you."

Hearing that Uncle Qi Yuan said he was not angry, Zhao Yan'an grinned: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Except for Zhao's mother, no one present thought of Zhao Yan'an's fragility in other directions.

As a married person, Professor Zhao has a deeper understanding of Omega's fragility.

And Zhou Qiyuan saw Zhao Yan'an stopped crying because of his words, and an inexplicable feeling rose in his heart.

He thought as he went upstairs.

When they walked to the door of the room, they didn't think of a reason, they just thought Zhao Yan'an was out of control.

He can't see Zhao Yan'an a few times a year, so it's fine to stay far away in the future.

After he figured it out, he subconsciously looked at the opposite door. The door was still closed, but there was an extra lunch box at the door. After thinking for a while, he turned and walked over, and knocked on the door with his finger raised.

Qiu Yun, who was taking a bath in the bathroom, seemed to hear a knock on the door.

Thinking it was a hallucination, I turned off the shower and listened carefully——

Knock knock knock!

Three regular and rhythmic knocks on the door confirmed that it was not a hallucination before, and it happened that he had almost finished washing, so he took out a bath towel and hurriedly wiped off the water on his body, took the bathrobe next to him, and wiped his hair Bian walked over to open the door.

The only person who can knock on his door, except for the servants who deliver meals, is Father Zhao.

Qiu Yun thought it was Zhao's father, hung the towel around his neck, opened a gap, and suddenly a pair of straight long legs jumped into his eyes.Before he could look away, a familiar voice came from above his head again: "You look like a sneaky dog, just like the little thief who peeped at me before."

"..." Qiu Yun frowned and opened the door, and blocked the door with his arms crossed: "Is there something wrong?"

Zhou Qiyuan raised his eyebrows and looked at the boy in a bathrobe.

The sky is dim outside, and the lights inside are bright.

The boy stood at the door with short wet hair.

The bright light from the walkway cut the boy's face in half, with one half hidden in shadow and the other half exposed to the light.

The water droplets condensed on the ends of his hair flowed down his smooth half face, slowly slid across his flawless cheeks, and flowed over his neck and collarbone.

Zhou Qiyuan followed the water drops into the white bathrobe with his dark eyes, and a pang of regret suddenly rose in his heart.

It's just that as soon as this inexplicable emotion came up, I heard the boy say coldly: "Uncle, do you want to experience the package service of free bodyguards, special car pick-up, and food and accommodation?"

"What?" Zhou Qiyuan suddenly came back to his senses, and met the young man's indifferent eyes.

Seeing the young man looking at him coldly, his thin lips parted slightly: "The minimum sentence for molesting a minor is three years, and the maximum penalty is death."

--obscene?

Why does Zhou Qiyuan sound familiar with this word?

My thoughts changed suddenly, and I just remembered that I used 'stealing. Peeping' to offend the young man in front of me. I couldn't help but chuckled: "You're not very old, and you still hold grudges."

Qiu Yun closed the bathrobe and said, "I have something to say."

"Don't you invite uncle to sit down?" Zhou Qiyuan didn't know why he was suddenly interested in this unfamiliar elder nephew, just like he decided to stay because of a provocative move by the other party before.

Qiu Yun stared at him for a moment, turned his body sideways, and beckoned him to come in.

The room was brightly lit, and a lamp was turned on in front of the desk.

Zhou Qiyuan looked around. The room was large and beautifully decorated. From this point, it can be seen that Professor Zhao did not treat his son badly in material terms.

But material cannot make up for the lack of spirituality.

Moreover, the size of the room was too large, lacking in popularity, and seemed too deserted.

"I heard from Yan'an that you don't even let him in, so why are you willing to let me in?" After looking around, Zhou Qiyuan sat on the single sofa, crossed his legs, and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket: "Mind if I smoke a cigarette?"

Qiu Yun glanced at him, poured a glass of water from the table and pushed it over, sat down opposite him, held the water glass and lowered his eyes and said, "I have nothing here, and I have nothing to talk to him about, what are you doing here?"

Seeing that he didn't stop him, Zhou Qiyuan lit a cigarette, and raised his eyes to see that the other party's clothes had been opened at some point, revealing most of his chest.

He was slightly taken aback, and quickly lowered his eyelids, but saw the exposed thighs and legs under the open hem of the other party's clothes. His breathing was stagnant, and he felt that the faint fragrance that had been faintly visible before seemed to have turned into a fire. If he inhaled it inadvertently, it burned him. I feel bad all over.

He quickly looked away, took a deep breath of the cigarette, and swallowed it into his lungs.

Nicotine soothed the inexplicable anxiety in his heart, but he saw the books displayed on the bookshelf without thinking, raised his sword eyebrows, and said with an indescribable meaning in his tone: "Do you want to divide again?"

"Do not want to."

"Don't want you to collect so many books related to genes and secondary differentiation?"

"I bought that before." Qiu Yun followed his gaze and looked over, thinking about how to get along with Zhou Qiyuan.

Tiandao sent him before everything happened, so he definitely didn't just ask him to come and take a look, but also meant to let him change Zhao Yanan's future.The only person who suppressed Zhao Yanan was Zhou Qiyuan.

But Zhou Qiyuan is a lunatic.

When not mad, he speaks and behaves gracefully and generously.

Once insane, the six relatives will not recognize him.

In the early stage of the plot, he is like a perfect uncle next door.

But when Zhao Yan'an revealed his thoughts and wanted to plot against him, he ignored the friendship between the Zhao and Zhou families, and ignored his elder brother's painstaking advice. He eliminated Father Zhao's job and suppressed the Zhao family behind Father Zhao. Instigate Zhao's grievances against Zhao's father.

Then use the power in his hands to restrict Father Zhao's family from leaving the capital, and look down on their family. Three, no, and Jiangling, the family of four was down and down and could only squeeze in the narrow rented house to blame and complain to each other.

If Zhao Yanan succeeded in his calculation, he could still be said to be justified in doing so.

But Zhao Yan'an didn't succeed, and even put himself in it, which seemed cold-blooded and ruthless when the two families had friendship.

Thinking of this, Qiu Yun said softly, "I don't think about it now."

Hearing this, Zhou Qiyuan withdrew his eyes, looked for the ashtray, but couldn't find it, so he took out a piece of paper and put it on the table, flicked the ash on the spread paper towel, and asked, "Do you think there is no hope?"

"No."

"Oh?"

Qiu Yun was thinking about the point in the plot that made Zhou Qiyuan crazy, and seeing that he was suddenly interested in this topic, he changed his mind and asked, "Do you like the feeling of being dominated by pheromones?"