When the boss wears the best [Quick Transmigration]

"It's okay." Ma Xiaobo said.

Qiu Yun took the milk tea from Yan Qingyuan, grinned at Ma Xiaobo who couldn't hide his emotions well, and said, "I just have something to do with monkeys, so I won't tell you."

Ma Xiaobo waited for the monkey to come, he put his arms around the monkey's shoulder and said he had to go out for something urgent.

Looking at the backs of the two of them leaving in a hurry, Yan Qingyuan exhaled relaxedly, and when he turned his head, he saw Yan Qingyuan's slightly frowned brows stretched out, smiled, and said: "Your friend treats you well." it's actually very good."

Although he didn't know what Ma Xiaobo was going to do, it must have something to do with Yan Qingyuan's matter.

"Yeah, they are all very kind to me." Without the care of Jodi and Wang Yingjun when he was young, it would have been more difficult for him to make a living under Yan Haihai's hands; when he was a little older, he met Ma Xiaobo, without Ma Xiaobo To help him set up a trap, that scumbag Yan Dahai is probably still disgusting in front of his eyes.

It's not that he's afraid of Yan Dahai, Yan Dahai is old and can't beat him anymore, but he's afraid that Yan Dahai will slowly become a person like Yan Dahai if he hangs around under his nose all day long.

Yan Qingyuan sighed softly, and turned to look at the person with the raised lips. His melancholy mood seemed to be infected by him, and he couldn't help but raised the corners of his lips: "Brother Yan is also very good to me."

Brothers are siblings, brother Yan is the light in his heart.

He never forced Brother Yan to accept his friends, but Brother Yan could agree with them, which meant that he was also very important in Brother Yan's heart.

Thinking of this, he looked movedly at Brother Yan beside him, glanced at the group of people who were chatting in the shop from the corner of his eye, then leaned into Brother Yan's ear, and whispered: "Brother Yan, do you want to have some fun? "

Qiu Yun raised his eyebrows: "How exciting?"

"Wait for me for a while." Yan Qingyuan said, hurried into the store and went upstairs. After a while, he ran back with the drawing board and schoolbag, greeted Jody, and then took Yan Ge to the suburbs.

Still that little room.

The house had been exposed to the scorching sun, and there was a long-lasting heat in it, just like a stove.

Yan Qingyuan handed the drawing board to Qiu Yun, asked him to wait outside the door, walked in, took out a wooden box from under the bed, took out the easel, paper and pen inside, put it in a schoolbag, and carried it on his back: "Let's go."

Qiu Yun was led down the mountain by his hand, walking through clusters of golden wheat fields.

The wind blows the wheat waves, and the tentacled ears rustle in the breeze, like simple and simple notes, and under the sunshine, it looks like a golden sea of ​​wheat, swaying happily.

At the end of the wheat field is a river with clear water, and on the other side is a rolling mountain with green trees and wild flowers.

"No one comes here." Yan Qingyuan led him on the stone bridge, pointed to a high slope with cool shade and continued, "When I have nothing to do, I will come here alone to sketch."

"So you wanted to bring me here last time?"

"Yes, I have painted a lot of landscapes, and Jody and the others have also been my models, but they couldn't draw the image of the little prince until I met you." Yan Qingyuan turned to look at him, and said softly, "From From the very first moment I saw you, the image of the little prince in my heart was formed."

Qiu Yun paused, then turned to look at him: "You gave me the painting, do you want me to be your model?"

"No." Yan Qingyuan shook his head, came to Gaopo, took off the easel on his body, went to pick up the drawing board on Brother Yan's back, put it on the ground, and immediately stood in front of him, with his hands on his shoulders, seriously Said: "You are my little prince."

Yan Qingyuan's expression was very solemn.

There is a flash of fanaticism and paranoia in the solemnity.

In this regard, Yan Qingyuan hid it very deeply and hardly exposed it in front of him, which made him often forget that the other party was not a very healthy person.

He deliberately ignored the other party's strangeness, raised his eyebrows and said, "The little prince belongs to Rose, but I..."

"How are you?" Yan Qingyuan's eyes flashed nervously.

"Me." He lowered his head, leaned close to Yan Qingyuan's ear, and said softly, "I belong to you."

The murmur in the ear was as soft as water, easily flowing into Yan Qingyuan's heart.

His heart skipped a beat, and even his breathing stopped. In the next moment, an indescribable joy rose from his heart, and then spread to his limbs. He felt his body trembling uncontrollably, and the corners of his lips restrained. Unceasingly rising, he took advantage of the momentum to lean on Brother Yan's shoulder, his heart beating terribly - this was the first time that Brother Yan admitted their relationship.

The two of them made love from a small house in the suburbs, but after that they were only together by default, without confessing or formally confirming their relationship.

"What about you?" As soon as his ears heated up, the numb voice entered his eardrum again.

The mountain wind blows, blowing the surrounding shrubs and grasses gently rippling.

Just like his heart at this moment, it was so turbulent, there was no sense of uneasiness that could not be grasped, and his heart was filled with a sense of satisfaction, which filled the void in his heart to the brim, and there was no gap left.

He tried hard to control his trembling self, raised his head, looked into the other person's eyes, and saw himself smiling like a fool in the other person's eyes: "The little fox likes the little prince, and I like you too."

Qiu Yun smiled, and stretched out his hand to rub his head: "Didn't you mean to draw the little prince? Your little prince is standing in front of you now, why don't you draw it?"

"Okay." Yan Qingyuan smiled brightly, rubbed his palm affectionately, then quickly set up the easel, put the drawing board on it, and took out paper, pens and various tools from his schoolbag: "Little Prince Yan, you Can you sit there?"

Yan Qingyuan pointed to a piece of grass.

Qiu Yun walked over according to the words, and just sat down, the other party said again: "Face your back to me."

He sat down in accordance with Yan Qingyuan's request. From his direction, he could clearly see the endless golden wheat fields, which were dazzlingly yellow under the scorching sun, like a picture of a stretched pastoral scenery.

From his perspective, it is an exaggeration to say that the beauty is suffocating, but it has a different flavor.

A gust of mountain wind, wrapped in the coolness of the mountain, brushed his cheek.

Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere was quiet and peaceful, with occasional rustling of wind and grass, and the rustling of the tip of the pen touching the paper.

Until the sun was setting to the west, Yan Qingyuan's hoarse voice finally sounded after he hadn't spoken for a long time: "Okay."

"Then I'll lie down for a while." Sitting upright for several hours, the whole person became stiff.

Qiu Yun stretched his body, leaned back, and fell directly on the grass, with his hands behind his head, looking at the setting sun in the sky through the gaps in the leaves, a smiling face abruptly blocked his sight.

"Brother Yan, do you still remember what I said before we came?"

After the other party finished speaking, he suddenly leaned over on the grass, looked down at himself, stared into his eyes and said, "There is no one here, and there is no surveillance."

Qiu Yun chuckled lightly, and opened his mouth to say that even without monitoring, he didn't have the hobby of fighting in the wild.

But the other party directly leaned over and blocked his lips.

"Ever since you stepped into the shop this morning, I've wanted to kiss you like this." The other party pressed against his lips, without making any further advances, but could feel Yan Xiaoyuan's excitement: "But I'm worried that we haven't seen each other for half a month, you There was a strange feeling in my heart, so I mentioned going to the movies."

Yan Qingyuan said, squeezed his hand into the trouser pocket of his jeans, weighed it through the cloth, and continued: "What I think is, horror movies, either you are afraid or I am afraid, when the time comes, I will get into your arms, Or you can get into my arms, but your focus is all on the movie."

The last sentence was a bit sad.

Qiu Yun's breathing fluttered, she stretched out her hand to press the back of his head, stuck out the tip of her tongue and squeezed in between his lips and teeth, blocking what he hadn't finished speaking.

The other party must have been holding back for a long time, and even bit the tip of his tongue, neither light nor heavy, but made Yan Xiaoxun stand up.

His eyes darkened, he grabbed the other person's collar, turned over and pressed the person under him, and kissed him gently and forcefully.The other party responded enthusiastically, and even wanted to turn over and press him down again.

Yan Qingyuan is no longer a rookie with no experience.

Besides, the desire to plunder and control is a man's instinct, but several times of resistance were suppressed by Brother Yan, and there was no room for him, so he rested his mind and seized the initiative from the verbal dispute.

The two of you come and go, without showing any weakness to each other.

In the entanglement, it is not known who made the move first, anyway, the two of them were irrational from the fight to the end.

Until Yan Qingyuan, who was sweating profusely, tensed up suddenly, a rainbow flashed in the minds of the two of them, reaching the sky.

Yan Qingyuan seemed to have collapsed, leaning against Qiu Yun's arms profusely with sweat, panting violently with his mouth open.Qiu Yun lay on the grass with his limbs wide open, looking at the red setting sun with dazed eyes.

After resting for a while, the other party unconsciously kissed his chin, and the sharp teeth rubbed against his chin again, like grinding teeth, itching to his heart.

"Don't make trouble." He patted the opponent's head, pulled out a grass, put it in his mouth, and sighed: "Young man, I really can't stand the teasing."

"Pfft!" Yan Qingyuan couldn't help laughing, he let go of his chin and looked up at the person whose head was resting on his hands, his eyes couldn't help revealing a trace of fascination: "Brother Yan, do you want to see the picture I drew for you?" ?”

"Show me when you're done." He didn't want to move now.

"Okay, I'll show you after I finish polishing." Yan Qingyuan lay next to him, his mouth was a little itchy, and wanted to smoke a cigarette, but his brother Yan didn't like him smoking, so he imitated Brother Yan and pulled it out on the ground. Root grass, put it in your mouth and bite to relieve your cigarette addiction.

The two of them lay peacefully in the mountain forest, and a wind blew up in the forest.

Although it is still wrapped in a heat wave, it is also mixed with a bit of refreshment, which makes people drowsy.

Yan Qingyuan was afraid that he would really fall asleep, so he took him to the river at the foot of the mountain to wake up for a while, then packed his easel and drawing boards and went back down the mountain.

On the way back, Yan Qingyuan said reluctantly, "After the exam, don't you have time to come here again?"

"Look at the results of this exam." In addition to the tutoring teacher, he also thought of Yan Xun going to live with his mother every summer vacation, so he said, "I'll discuss it with my dad when I go back. , let him resign his tuition teacher, and then I will come and live with you for a while."

"Really?" Yan Qingyuan's eyes lit up, as if thinking about it, he froze again: "Then uncle can agree?"

"He..." Qiu Yun wanted to say that Father Yan didn't care about these things, but he suddenly thought of something, stopped, turned his head to look at Yan Qingyuan, and said with a half-smile: "Isn't he the future father-in-law? How can he become an uncle?" gone?"

"..." Yan Qingyuan's cheeks became hot, and blush climbed to the tips of his ears. Under the setting sun, the red seemed to be dripping. Blood was pouring out, and his face was still pretending to be calm: "Then, that future father-in-law will agree to you coming over. ?"