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

After handling a case, Zhou Qiyuan returned to the office, made himself a cup of coffee, took out his phone and checked, but there was still no reply.

He picked up his coffee and took a sip, staring at the chat box thoughtfully. According to his three years of experience in Jinxiu College, the first day of school will not be formally taught, so... it is the kid Yanping who can't use a mobile phone ?

While he was thinking, a knock on the door interrupted his train of thought.

Looking up, I saw a team member walking in with a folder.

"Boss, what are you thinking about so preoccupied?"

"It's nothing." Zhou Qiyuan put down his mobile phone, took the folder handed over by the team member, read the content at a glance, took a pen to sign the document, closed the folder, and handed it to the team member.

The team members took the documents to be filed and said, "What does the boss want to eat, Lao Li is going to order takeaway."

"I..." Zhou Qiyuan frowned, thinking that the child didn't know if he had eaten, so he waved his hand to signal the team members to go out first: "I have something to go out first."

After finishing speaking, he picked up the coat on the back of the chair, left the office in a hurry, came to the underground parking lot, opened the car door, put on a Bluetooth headset, started the car, and dialed the number of the kid in Yanping——

Qiu Yun's cell phone screen turned on in vain, breaking the harmonious atmosphere.

Qiu Yun looked down at the hand on the back of his hand, raised his eyelids to look at the round eyes full of panic, pulled his hand from under the opponent's palm, picked up the mobile phone next to him, and swiped his finger under the opponent's gaze——

"Little heartless, finally willing to answer the phone?"

There was a bit of relief in the tone of laughing and scolding: "I didn't reply to your message. Have you eaten your lunch? If not, pack it up. Uncle will be at your school soon. Please eat delicious food."

Microphone volume is low.

But word by word reached Zhao Yanan's ears.

The hand on his lap was tightly clenched into a fist, and he looked at his brother with hesitant eyes, a little at a loss.

"I'm going home." After Qiu Yun finished speaking, he added: "I forgot to tell you in advance."

"I knew you were dishonest, little bastard." The person on the phone was silent for a moment, and then said indulgently, "You come out to eat with uncle, as compensation for releasing uncle's pigeons."

Qiu Yun glanced at Zhao Yan'an, who had red eyes, answered Zhou Qiyuan, and hung up the phone: "Is there anything else? I'm going out."

Zhao Yan'an stood up in a panic, opened his red eyes, and asked cautiously, "Is it Uncle Qi Yuan calling?"

"Ah."

"Then..." Can you take me with you?

Zhao Yanan opened his mouth, wanting to ask this question.

I even want to ask when did you become so familiar with Uncle Qi Yuan?

But looking at his brother's indifferent expression, somehow he dared not ask.

"Then I'll go first." Zhao Yan'an walked to the door with his head down, stopped suddenly, and asked in a low voice: "Brother, do you still remember that when I was young, I wanted a limited edition doll from A family, and you ran all over the capital to find it for me?" something?"

That happened when Zhao Yanping was ten years old.

Zhao Yanan came back from school one day, crying and clamoring for the limited-edition dolls of Family A, saying that all the classmates in the class had them.

At that time, Zhao Yanping was not valued by Zhao's mother, so he wanted to please his younger brother to attract his mother's attention, so he asked the driver to drive him around every branch of A's family in Kyoto.

However, when he bought it back happily, he found that his younger brother already had the dolls that he had bought in all the branches.

Retrieving such a memory from memory, Qiu Yun turned around and put one hand behind his back: "What do you want to say?"

"I remember my brother loved me very much when I was young." Zhao Yan'an slowly turned around and looked at him eagerly: "Will my brother continue to love me so much in the future?"

Qiu Yun said firmly, "No."

After saying that, Zhao Yanan's eyes widened immediately, and the mist in his eyes condensed into water droplets, turning around in his eye sockets: "Why...why?"

"Why?" Qiu Yun smiled slightly.

His body seldom smiled, so that his smile was unnatural, but in Zhao Yan'an's eyes, it seemed like an ink painting suddenly took on color.

He raised his sleeve and wiped away tears, wanting to confirm whether it was his hallucination, but he heard his brother say: "Yan'an, you must be content in life."

Qiu Yun collected his expression and said, "You have many people who love you, and I am not missing, and I, Zhao Yanping, am the only one."

But after Zhao Yan'an wiped away his tears, he found that his brother had returned to his usual indifference, and couldn't help but ask, "Brother, did you laugh just now?"

"...No, you go out first, I have to change clothes and go out."

"Oh." Zhao Yanan lowered his head in disappointment, and whispered an excuse: "Brother, I am not dissatisfied." He is satisfied with the love of his parents, relatives and elders, the kindness of his classmates and friends, and the love of his teachers. .Except Uncle Qi Yuan.

Marrying Uncle Qi Yuan was his dream since childhood.

Dreams are dreams because they are difficult to achieve.

In reality, it is [-]% impossible for him to marry Uncle Qi Yuan, except that Uncle Qi Yuan is his elder, and because Uncle Qi Yuan is much older than him, he will not wait for him to grow up.

But when he saw that Uncle Qi Yuan was over 27 years old and still alone, hope began to rise in his heart.

Uncle Qi Yuan is not close to strangers, but he loves him a lot.

He couldn't help thinking, maybe Uncle Qi Yuan was waiting for him to grow up?

A 16-year-old boy always likes to fantasize about unrealistic things.

When fantasies grow over time and become obsessions in the bottom of my heart, the situation will get out of control.

But at this time Zhao Yanan was still young.

He didn't realize until now that to Uncle Qi Yuan, he was not unique.

The few short paragraphs on the phone just now showed that he is not the most special person in Uncle Qi Yuan's heart.

In terms of specialness, he is still inferior to his brother.

At least Uncle Qi Yuan didn't invite him out for dinner alone.

Broken dream.

Brother doesn't hurt him anymore.

The two were intertwined, making Zhao Yanan so sad that he locked himself in the room and cried a lot.

This Qiuyun went out at an appointment, and went downstairs to meet Zhao's father.

Father Zhao looked at him in surprise: "Are you going out?"

"Well, Uncle Zhou invited me to dinner." Qiu Yun said.

"Oh, then you go." It was the first time Father Zhao saw his eldest son take the initiative to go out to eat with someone, and he didn't realize who Uncle Wednesday was. He took out his wallet and took out a card, and handed it to his eldest son excitedly: "Play slowly with friends, don't come back in a hurry, and go shopping again when the time comes."

Father Zhao rarely showed a smile.

Qiu Yun took the card silently, put it in his pocket and nodded at him.

Father Zhao sent his son away happily, and Aunt Lin came over with tea and asked curiously, "Sir, why are you so happy all of a sudden?"

"Yanping and Wednesday—" Zhao's father suddenly realized, Uncle Zhou, isn't Uncle Zhou Qiyuan Zhou Qiyuan?

Father Zhao stared at the back in the distance outside the door in astonishment, when did the eldest son get so close to Qi Yuan?

Qiu Yun walked to the gate of the community, and saw Zhou Qiyuan, who had an extraordinary bearing and a smile on his face, but was imposing, leaning beside a black SUV in a suit and leather shoes, with a cigarette in his hand.

Seeing him, he straightened up and waved, and immediately opened the door of the passenger seat.

After Qiuyun got into the car, he walked around to the driver's seat, closed the door, threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray, and leaned over——

The clear cold air rushed into Qiu Yun's nose with a strong smell of tobacco.

The generous body enveloped his whole body.

He looked straight up and saw the man's protruding Adam's apple abruptly. He was stunned for a moment, and there was a doubtful voice in his ear: "Huh?"

Zhou Qiyuan faintly smelled something, quickly fastened his seat belt, and brushed the boy's neck as if inadvertently before getting out - a fresh scent crossed his nose, the smell was not strong, very light, like the smell of grass and trees.

He didn't arouse the hostility of the pheromone, and didn't make his pheromone feel repulsed. He relaxed, started the car, and said with a smile while turning the steering wheel: "You still wear perfume when you go out? Are you looking forward to having dinner with uncle?"

As soon as he heard the perfume, Qiuyun's heart moved slightly: "I never wear perfume."

"Then what I smell may be your body... the smell of shower gel." Zhou Qiyuan understood the duplicity of a young man of this age, so he followed the other party's words and revealed the matter: "Is there anything you particularly want to eat?" No?"

Qiu Yun glanced at him, don't think he didn't understand the word that was stopped suddenly.

But does he smell of perfume?

He raised his wrist and took a deep sniff at the pulse on the inner side of the wrist. There was no smell at all, and his heart was relieved immediately——in the plot, Zhao Yanping was a beta until his death, and it was impossible to change the inner core and suddenly mutate.

"I'm not picky about food." After Qiu Yun finished speaking, he asked him, "Aren't you at work?"

"The temporary case has been resolved." Zhou Qiyuan manipulated the steering wheel: "Since you are not picky about food, then I will pick a place at will."

The place Zhou Qiyuan chose was a garden-style clubhouse in the middle of the mountain.

The clubhouse is built according to local conditions, and just from the appearance, it can imply the kind of indifferent atmosphere that transcends the world and is hidden in the mountains.

After entering the door, I realized that there is a hole in the sky inside. There are all kinds of food, drink and entertainment. The design is also extremely luxurious, and the appearance presents two extremes.

“Not much else here, but the food is pretty good.”

The welcome leads the way.

Zhou Qiyuan led Qiu Yun all the way to the top floor.

The all-glass box propped up by the wooden structure has an unobstructed view of the scenery outside the window.

The sun slanting in the west, with the shadows of the trees, sprinkles on the mottled wooden floor through the glass, which is not as dazzling as the summer sun, but warm and comfortable.

Qiu Yun sat on the chair Zhou Qiyuan pulled out: "When you called me just now, Yan'an was also there."

After ordering, Zhou Qiyuan took off his suit, revealing the white shirt inside, pulled off his tie as if uncomfortable, unbuttoned the two buttons on the collar, poured two cups of hot tea, and said calmly: "I know and How about it?"

Qiu Yun rubbed the rim of the cup with his fingertips: "I don't believe you can't see that his dependence on him has exceeded the limit."

"What does it have to do with me?" Zhou Qiyuan smiled calmly: "I only treat him as a nephew, I don't care what he thinks, just like I treat you now, I treat you as a junior."

Qiu Yun looked at him and suddenly smiled.

Different from the slight smile before, his smile at this moment is like melting ice and snow, like peach blossoms in March, blooming vividly in Zhou Qiyuan's eyes.

Zhou Qiyuan paused the hand holding the teacup, lost his mind for a while, and sighed: "You are a beautiful woman, but you are underage."