When the boss wears the best [Quick Transmigration]

At the gate of the middle school, Yan Qingyuan put down his mobile phone, stepped on the motorcycle, and said to Ma Xiaobo, "Go to Qingxun Hotel."

"Qingxun Hotel..." Ma Xiaobo, who was smoking a cigarette, frowned: "Isn't that the hotel where your mother stayed? What did you go there for?"

Yan Qingyuan turned his head to look at the cars passing by on the road, and said, "Brother Yan is over there."

"Huh?" Ma Xiaobo looked at him suspiciously: "What do you mean?"

"Go ahead, I'll tell you on the way."

Hearing this, Ma Xiaobo threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, put on his helmet, started the motorcycle, turned around and headed towards Qingxun Hotel.

Along the way, Yan Qingyuan also briefly said that he wanted to see Ms. Xunqing.

When the motorcycle arrived at the entrance of the hotel, Ma Xiaobo propped his legs on the ground, took off his helmet, and told him, "Don't be nervous, the good boy asked you to come and see his mother. See your mother, and then have a meal or something."

It was still early, but the street lights were already on at the entrance of the hotel.

The neon lights flashed on the huge billboard, hitting Yan Qingyuan in the face.

He looked into the brightly lit hotel, and the palms hanging by his sides tightened and loosened, loosened and tightened, and finally let out a breath, nodded and said, "Then I'll go in first."

"Go." Ma Xiaobo put on his helmet, and gripped the handlebars with both hands: "I'll go back first, and I won't wait for you."

The motorcycle drove away, and a welcoming lady came up to ask Yan Qingyuan if he had an appointment.

He said the name of the box, and the welcoming lady smiled politely and made a gesture of invitation: "Come with me."

The welcoming lady led him to the elevator.

The elevator door opened slowly, and the conversation inside also came out: "Then trouble Lawyer Zhao."

Upon hearing this voice, Yan Qingyuan frowned.

Looking up, I saw a lady in a cheongsam, Wen Jing, talking with a man in a suit and leather shoes with a gentle smile. Seeing him, the man said in surprise, "Xiao Yuan? Why are you here?"

Before he could speak, the other party said again, "Did you come to see me?"

"Ma'am, you're overthinking." Yan Qingyuan nodded slightly at him, and followed Yingbin into the elevator.

The welcoming guest pressed the third floor, and Ms. Wen Jing bid farewell to the lawyer in a hurry, and also got in: "I'm very glad that you will take the initiative to come to me."

Ms. Wen Jing is obviously self-indulgent.

She thought that Yan Qingyuan would show up in this five-star hotel because he was looking for her. Otherwise, as a young man who had to earn his own tuition fees, where would he get the money to eat and drink in this kind of place?

"Let me treat you to dinner. Do you want to eat out or here?" Ms. Wen Jing asked softly.

Yan Qingyuan put his hands in his pockets, turning a blind eye to her words.This arrogant attitude caused a flash of anger in Ms. Wen Jing's eyes, but she had to hold back because of concerns: "The food in the hotel is also very good, if you like it—— Ding!"

The elevator door opened.

Yan Qingyuan went straight out, leaving Ms. Wen Jing standing there with a look of astonishment.

She got out of the elevator right after her, watched Yan Qingyuan enter a private room at the end, quickly grabbed the welcome guest and asked, "Who is in the private room?"

The welcome lady smiled politely: "Sorry ma'am, it's not convenient for us to disclose the privacy of the guests."

Yan Qingyuan here entered the box and was greeted by three gazes.

He subconsciously looked for Brother Yan, and accidentally ran into a pair of gentle eyes. The other party smiled slightly, got up and walked over, put his arm around his shoulders, and said, "Mom, Uncle Qin, this is the Yan Qingyuan I told you about." , is also my boyfriend."

Yan Qingyuan's heart immediately became tense.

He thought that Brother Yan called him over, just like what Ma Xiaobo said, just came to meet and have a meal as a classmate or friend, but he didn't expect to come out of the closet directly.

This made him a little overwhelmed and a little dazed.

"Don't be nervous, kid." Qin Yi smiled easily, coupled with his bookish air, like an uncle next door: "Come and sit with Xiao Xun first."

Thin but not weak, with a tall and straight waist, as elegant and elegant as green bamboo in the forest.

Ms. Xunqing withdrew her scrutinizing gaze, eased her expression, and said with a smile, "Yes, your name is Yan Qingyuan, right? Then can Auntie call you Xiaoyuan?"

Ms. Xunqing had seen countless people, and she could tell at a glance that this boy was not the same as her son.

She knew her son was so doted on by his ex-husband. Although he pretended to be obedient in front of them, how could she not see the surlyness and arrogance in his son's eyes.

But this meeting, unexpectedly, his son has grown a lot, and even his eyes have become clear and peaceful.

She thought it was because her son had grown up and become sensible, but after seeing this young man, she thought that this may have something to do with him.

Qiu Yun took Yan Qingyuan, who was feeling uncomfortable, to his seat.

Ms. Xunqing handed over the menu: "Xiao Yuan, don't be cautious, we are all a family, if there is anything you want to eat, just order it, auntie treats you today."

The words "family" touched Yan Qingyuan's heartstrings.

He blinked his sore eyes, suppressed the tears welling up, and said with a soft smile, "Thank you, auntie."

"Don't be polite to Auntie." Ms. Xunqing is not a pedantic person, nor does she have a family background.

As long as she is good enough, who knows if she will be her ex-husband Yan Anlun again after many years?Even if it wasn't another Yan Anlun, as long as she treated her son well, wouldn't her son still be able to support a boyfriend?

Qiu Yun didn't know what Ms. Xunqing was thinking. Seeing that Yan Qingyuan was not moving the menu, he leaned over and said, "I'll order something for you if you want to eat."

Yan Qingyuan looked at the dishes on the table, smiled and shook his head: "No, there are enough dishes."

"You don't need to save money for my mother." Qiu Yun opened the menu directly, called the waiter, ordered a few more dishes, then closed the menu, and said, "Do you want two bottles of wine?"

"Boy, do you drink alcohol even if you are an adult?" Ms. Xun Qing unceremoniously took away the menu, searched for it, and ordered a bottle of low-alcohol fruit wine: "Have another bottle of this."

After the waiter went out, Ms. Xunqing smiled and said to Yan Qingyuan: "We met suddenly today, and I didn't prepare a gift for you. How about this? Yanyan is going to Switzerland with us. If you are free during the holidays, otherwise come with us. go?"

"Later, auntie." Yan Qingyuan eased over the tense period, felt the kindness conveyed by Brother Yan's family, and relaxed, and said softly: "Next semester is the third year of high school. I have an appointment with Brother Yan to take the exam. Beijing University hired a tutor during the holiday."

"So that's how it is," Ms. Xun Qing heard from her ex-husband, and thought it was her son's outrageous words, but she didn't expect it to be an appointment with someone.

Ms. Xunqing didn't force her, so she said, "Let's eat first."

There is no rule of thumb at the dinner table.

She heard her son talk about the child's parents, so she tried to avoid the family background and only asked some light topics.

After a meal, generally speaking, Ms. Xunqing is satisfied with her son as her boyfriend.

So after the meal, Qiu Yun secretly asked her how she was doing, and she said, "It's fine if you like it, but does your dad know about it?"

"I don't know yet, but he loves me so much, so he probably won't object." He glanced at the young man chatting with Qin Yi, and said in a low voice, "I want to take the Beijing University exam, so I won't go to Switzerland with you this year." .”

"If you have a daughter-in-law, you forget about your mother." Ms. Xunqing was clear in her heart. This is not a tuition, it is a reluctance to be separated from her boyfriend.She poked her son on the forehead: "Heartless brat, but I still want to remind you that you two are still young, and your main focus is on studying, and getting in touch with sex too early. It's not good for your health, and it's easy to get distracted." .”

"..." Qiu Yun knew that Ms. Xun Qing was an enlightened woman.

She has been married to Qin Yi for many years and has not had children, which shows that she is not a woman who sticks to the rules, but he never thought that this lady is so enlightened that she can directly talk to her son about such things.

Ms. Xunqing really didn't think it was a big deal.

She is from the art circle, and even laymen know how chaotic the art circle is.

The more you see it, the more common it becomes.

I didn't tell my son before, because my son was still young.

Now that her son is in a relationship, she is worried that her son will not be able to control himself and eat the forbidden fruit, and if he indulges in such things again, his health will be damaged, so she has to be vaccinated in advance.

"Don't take my words to heart."

Seeing the corners of her son's mouth twitching, she couldn't help but poked her son's forehead again: "When I fell in love with your dad, I was so full of thoughts about him that I didn't even think about class. Your dad is even more exaggerated. When the opportunity arises, he pulls me out on a date, agrees to just hold hands, then takes me to the grove, presses me on a tree and kisses, and says he won't do anything when kissing, but can a man be trusted?"

Qiu Yun wanted to say that it was because of his father's poor concentration.

But thinking about helping each other twice, he seemed to have no position to refute, so he nodded silently, expressing his understanding.

After muttering with Ms. Xunqing, Yan Qingyuan and Qin Yi had almost finished chatting.

Ms. Xunqing went to pay the bill, and the three followed behind out of the box.

Ms. Wen Jing who had been waiting outside bumped into Ms. Xun Qing first.

She looked at the back of Ms. Xunqing in surprise, and heard a series of footsteps. Before she could think about it, she hid in the stairwell and saw Qin Yi, the young master of the Qin family who was obsessed with art and spoiled his wife, leading Yan Qingyuan. Walking to the elevator with a boy whose face was invisible, he couldn't help frowning.

How could Yan Qingyuan get so close to the Qin family?

The Qin family is a century-old family in Kyoto.

Although Qin Yi is not the head of the family and has no inheritance rights, but born in such a family, even if he has no inheritance rights, his wealth is unimaginable for ordinary people, let alone the contacts of the Qin family.

Seeing Qin Yi's gentle and loving attitude towards Yan Qingyuan, with the attitude of an elder, he changed his mind and suddenly had an idea.

Qiu Yun did notice that someone was staring at them, but the person watching them was not malicious, so he didn't think much about it.

There are many people in the hotel, and it is normal for some people to look at it a few times.

When we left the hotel, it was already dark.

Ms. Xunqing was staying at the hotel. It was inconvenient for her to see her ex-husband, so she asked Qin Yi to take them home.

Qiu Yun refused and said: "You just got off the plane, you should go back to your room to rest, we can just take a taxi."

Ms. Xunqing looked at her son with a half-smile: "Okay, be careful on the road."

After bidding farewell to Xun Qing and Qin Yi, the two hailed a taxi and boarded it. Qiu Yun reported the address of Ping District, and immediately asked Yan Qingyuan: "Do you want to study during summer vacation?"

Yan Qingyuan quietly grabbed his hand, clasped it between his fingers and clenched it tightly, raised the corners of his lips, and said in a low voice: "Yes, you didn't say you were going to live with me, I'm ready for you to give it to me." I have tutored."

As he said that, he moved closer to Qiu Yun's ear and said softly, "Mr. Yan, are you willing to give me tutoring?"