When the boss wears the best [Quick Transmigration]

The person who came was a lady in her early thirties who was well maintained.

A navy blue wide-leg trouser suit outlines gentle and moving curves, her curly long hair is dignified and elegant, and a pair of flirtatious eyebrows are full of unique charm, not frivolous, but because of her graceful temperament, she neutralizes the peach blossoms The charming air brought by the eyes.

Looking at those eyes that were similar to those of Yan Qingyuan, Qiu Yun was startled for a moment, then he thought about it: "Yes, just wait a moment."

As he said that, he turned and stepped up the stairs, thinking in his heart why the person who was supposed to appear on Yan Qingyuan's birthday suddenly appeared earlier? !Going upstairs with doubts, as soon as he reached the door, Yan Qingyuan came out with a drawing board on his back and a schoolbag in his hand.

Seeing him go upstairs, the other party's eyebrows and eyes were frowned, and the black eyes were so gentle that they seemed to drip out. Water came: "Would you like to visit my room?"

"Someone is looking for you downstairs." Qiu Yun took the schoolbag in his hand, hung it on his shoulder, looked at him for a few seconds, and said, "I think she looks a bit like you, she should be a relative of your family. "

"relative?"

Yan Qingyuan paused with his hand outstretched in the air, does it still look a bit like him?

Yan Dahai is an only child, and the relatives on his grandmother's side have long since lost contact with his grandmother's death.

As for the woman's relatives, since she ran away, Yan Haihai went to make trouble, and the family couldn't bear to be harassed, so they moved away, so...

He concealed the speculation in his heart, withdrew his hand, and asked casually, "Is it a man or a woman?"

Seeing a glint in his eyes, Qiu Yun pretended not to know, and said, "It's an aunt."

"That's it." He smiled, took off the drawing board, and handed it to Qiu Yun: "Brother Yan, can you wait for me in the room for a while?"

"Okay." Qiu Yun took the drawing board and hugged him: "You go, I'll wait for you in the room."

Everyone has something to say.

Just like Yan Qingyuan's parents, a son who has been domestically abused for many years, and a son who has been abandoned for many years have been indifferent.

Such parents are painful and difficult for a 17-year-old boy.

Because not everyone has the courage to expose their wounds to others, especially those who are very guarded like Yan Qingyuan.

Yan Qingyuan didn't want him to know, so he pretended he didn't know anything, and he didn't intend to spy on it. This was his respect for Yan Qingyuan.

Watching Yan Qingyuan go downstairs, he turned his head to look at the room - there was a string of shell wind chimes hanging at the door of the room. When people walked by, they could almost touch the bells of the wind chimes above their heads, making a crisp sound of 'jingle bells'.

Walking into the room, what catches the eye are two lazy inflatable single sofas, surrounded by a table in the middle, on which there are tools for making tea, and next to the small sofa is a neatly tidied bed.

He put the drawing board and schoolbag on the small sofa and continued to look around the room.

Sky blue wallpaper is pasted on the wall, and a movable bookshelf is pressed on the other side of the bed, dividing the small space into two halves, one side is the bedroom and the other side is the study.

Yan Qingyuan probably brought all the previous books here, except for "The Little Prince" and art books, there are a lot of review materials on the bookshelf.

Next to the bookshelf is an easel, the bookshelf is facing the window sill, and there is a desk beside the window sill. The window sill, which was previously fixed by wooden boards, is covered with off-white curtains, and a string of shell wind chimes are hung on it, swaying in the breeze, Hit, a bouquet of fragrant lilies is placed under the wind chimes.

Arranged with great care.

Qiu Yun sat at the desk, sniffing the fragrance of lilies, looking through the bright glass, he could see the overgrown weeds outside, the dismantled factories, and the alleys sealed by colored steel tiles.

He remembered that when he came to this world on the first day, he walked out of the alley that was blocked by colored steel tiles.

He stared out the window in a daze, thinking about how the conversation between the mother and son downstairs was going.

The atmosphere downstairs is a little weird.

Yan Qingyuan sat across from the lady whose name was changed to Wen Jing. Ms. Wen stared at him lovingly, with belated love in her tender eyes.

He held a gentle smile, but there was no wave in his deep eyes: "You mean, you are the mother who died young that my father said? I thought the call I received last time was a lie, no Thinking about it is true. Since you are not dead, why does my dad still say that you are dead?"

He said the meanest things in the softest voice.

Hearing the expression on Ms. Wen's face, Ms. Wen immediately said, "You, you..."

"What's the matter with me?" He curved his lips into a smile and asked harmlessly.

"How did Yan Dahai teach you?" She blushed angrily.

"How did you teach it?" Yan Qingyuan played with the water glass in front of him playfully, his voice was extremely gentle, as if he was afraid of disturbing someone: "My dad is old-fashioned, you know, he believes in fists. , a belt and a stick to make a filial son, I am afraid that because of the lack of mother's care and education, I smoke three times a day, and sometimes I have to add extra meals. What a touching father's love and quality education, Ms. Wen, are you right? ?"

Yan Qingyuan spoke softly, but every single word pierced Ms. Wen's heart.

She seemed to recall those gloomy days in the past, her body trembled uncontrollably, and she couldn't even speak.

"By the way, my dad is in his hometown in the country now. He would be very happy if he knew you were not dead and came back."

Yan Qingyuan smiled softly but did not reach his eyes, his mouth was full of surprise but his heart was calm: "Wait a minute, I will tell my dad the good news now, he will definitely be very happy, after all, he will be very sad after you die Even for you, I never married again."

After speaking, he took out his mobile phone, and Ms. Wen, who was opposite her, didn't think about it at all when she saw this. She stood up and waved his mobile phone away.

There was a sound of 'touch'.

The phone dropped on the tile and bounced a bit.

As if puzzled, he raised his head and looked at Ms. Wen.

Ms. Wen seemed to realize that she had gone too far, but she shuddered suddenly when she met Shang Yan Qingyuan's dark and cold eyes, and she couldn't utter a word when she reached her mouth to explain.

Yan Qingyuan laughed when she saw that her mouth was open for a long time but she couldn't say a word.

Laughing, Ms. Wen felt cold all over, as if she was in an ice cellar.How could her son, the only son, be taught like this by Yan Dahai, she thought painfully while being afraid.

Yan Qingyuan couldn't feel her belated and false maternal love. After laughing, he bent down and picked up the mobile phone on the ground. There was a crack in the screen. There are many chat records between him and Brother Yan.

Touching the crack on the screen with my fingertips, I was not very happy, and my face showed it: "Ms. Wen, before I get angry, leave quickly, otherwise, I will go crazy, and even I will be afraid."

"I am you. Mom." Ms. Wen finally spoke.

"Mom?" Yan Qingyuan put the phone in his pocket, looked up at the delicately made-up and extremely young woman, and said softly: "Yan Dahai told people that my mother died of dystocia when she gave birth to me, and so did I." Think, otherwise, how could she have the heart to throw me to a violent scumbag for 17 years?"

Ms. Wen opened her mouth, wanting to express her helplessness.

But Yan Qingyuan didn't give her a chance to speak, and continued: "Compared to your belated maternal love, I hope my mother is dead, so that I can tell myself that the woman who gave birth to me loves me, and I don't care about it." Will go crazy and do unpredictable things."

"I have my own difficulties." Ms. Wen said.

Yan Qingyuan raised his eyebrows noncommittally: "What do your difficulties have to do with me?"

As soon as the words fell, Ms. Wen's eyes turned red instantly.

She pursed her lips a few times, and the thoughts in her heart made her a little unwilling.

She wanted to say something to redeem her, but as soon as she met his cold eyes, the mist in her eyes immediately condensed into tears, and big ones fell down.

It's really pitiful to me, very pitiful.

Yan Qingyuan thought, but what does it have to do with him?

This trick is only useful for those who pity her. He has a hard heart, and his only softness is his brother Yan.Thinking of Brother Yan, he couldn't help being distracted. The last time he took Brother Yan to look at the wheat fields in the outskirts of the city, he fell in love with it.

He thought about taking Brother Yan to the place where the two of them made love today, and before the wheat was harvested, to complete the live-action version of the little prince and the little fox that he had drawn in his heart for a long time.

Thinking of this, he couldn't wait to take Brother Yan there, and he became a little impatient when he saw this woman again, even so, his voice was not too loud: "Ms. Wen, I hope you have already left when I go downstairs, I will I don't want to see you again in the future, otherwise, don't blame me for notifying Yan Dahai."

Ms. Wen's fear of Yan Dahai is obviously engraved in her bones.

I was so afraid that when I heard these three words, my body would tremble uncontrollably.

However, Yan Qingyuan didn't have the heart to observe, knowing that Yan Dahai was useful to her, so he didn't look at her anymore, got up and walked towards the stairs directly.

He told Brother Yan that his mother was dead.

A mother can't appear out of nowhere and let Brother Yan know that he lied.

It's despicable.

He thought, but what to do, Brother Yan is so good, if he knows that he has such a mother, won't his perfect image in Brother Yan's heart be shattered?

So, don't let Brother Yan know, then his image in Brother Yan's heart will never change.

Qiu Yun in the room propped his chin and stared out of the window in a daze, and suddenly put his arms around him from behind.

He came back to his senses suddenly, turned his head, saw the furry head resting on his shoulder, and asked softly, "Is he gone?"

"Hmm, I kept the little prince waiting for a long time." The other party tilted his head and said.

Yan Qingyuan smiled very naturally, without any gloomy look on his face.

Seeing this, Qiu Yun felt a little puzzled, isn't the lady downstairs his mother?While he was thinking, the other party leaned over and pecked his lips lightly: "What are you thinking about?"

"It's nothing." Qiu Yun gathered his thoughts, stretched out his hand and rubbed his head: "Didn't you say you want to take me out for a walk? I see that you carried the drawing board just now, and you want to take me to sketch?"

Yan Qingyuan rubbed his palm meekly, then stretched her neck against his neck: "Yes."

The two necks were intertwined.

Even breathing is inseparable.

Yan Qingyuan liked this kind of intimacy very much.

This gave him the illusion that there is me in you, and you in me.

"It's the wheat field that I took you to see last time. We were able to be together. That's where it started. So I wanted to draw a live-action version of the little prince for collection while the owner of the wheat field hadn't harvested it. "

As he spoke, he looked at Brother Yan's curly hair that had been dyed back to black, and touched it with his hand. It was very soft: "Brother Yan, are your curly hair natural?"