When the boss wears the best [Quick Transmigration]

Yan Qingyuan had an absurd nightmare.

The reason why I knew I was dreaming was because the dream returned to the afternoon when Brother Yan walked into the milk tea shop for the first time when it was raining heavily.

But this afternoon in the dream, a boy with golden curly hair did not walk in the door of the milk tea shop, but after eating hot pot with Jody and the others, not far from the exit of the deserted alley that took a shortcut to go home, I saw A young man in floral underpants fell with his limbs wide open in the rain mud.

He had a bad premonition in his heart.

He wanted to touch his mobile phone to make an emergency call, but his body was out of his control at all, as if the "self" in the dream had two consciousnesses with him.

His own consciousness was trapped in his body. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't wake up from the nightmare. He could only watch helplessly as the "self" in the dream walked towards the person who fell in the rain and blood. The person on the ground closed his eyes, his face was ashen, and there was a jackknife stuck in his abdomen, the root was submerged, and the gurgling blood continued to flow out along the slit of the knife, staining the white vest red.

——Wang Kai.

Through the eyes of "myself" in the dream, he keenly saw that Wang Kai's chest was still heaving.

In a trance, he remembered the afternoon when Brother Yan walked into the milk tea shop.

Wang Yingjun came to Brother Yan for Wang Kai's beating, so, the person who did it... He was a little panicked, and desperately wanted to pull out his mobile phone to call an ambulance, but the "self" in the dream seemed to be unaware of his existence, He couldn't feel the uneasiness in his heart. Instead, he stared at the dying Wang Kai with shortness of breath, trembling all over, and even faintly excited.

excited?

Through these eyes, the target is a black knife handle standing in the middle of a blood red.

He suddenly came to his senses, this 'self' was not afraid, but suppressed, excited, and there was even something trying to break free from his chest, but for some reason, he suppressed it in the end.

Wang Kai died.

He clearly felt that Wang Kai swallowed his last breath, and the slight ups and downs in his chest disappeared with the cessation of breathing.

He looked helplessly at the 'self' in the dream who was helpless, and then pretended to be nonchalant and returned to the deserted alley, returning home by another way.

The "I" who returned home did not rest, but sat in front of the drawing board and spent one night drawing Wang Kai who was lying in a pool of blood.

The moment the painting was completed, 'I' suddenly tore up the painting that I had worked hard all night, as if I was dissatisfied and started painting again, one was successful, but 'I' tore up one, no matter how unsatisfactory it was.

'Myself' didn't even go to school.

Sitting in front of the drawing board like crazy, drawing one after another, heart-piercing crying and scolding came from the next door, but "I" turned a deaf ear, and the whole person was immersed in the paintings.

Until someone knocked on the door and woke up 'myself' from madness.

It was the unshaven and haggard Wang Yingjun who knocked on the door.

Wang Yingjun brought him news that the murderer of Wang Kai had been arrested.

He eagerly wanted to ask if the arrested person was Brother Yan, but this 'self' just gave a light 'oh', and then said: "I recently got an inspiration, I want to retreat and draw, you and Jody in the milk tea shop Just say it and watch it for me first."

He comforted himself that this was a dream.

The dreams are all fake, his brother Yan didn't kill anyone, and even had a wonderful relationship with him, as long as the dream wakes up.

But this nightmare is endless, spanning the whole life of "himself" in the dream, he was forced to be imprisoned in the dream, watching "himself" step by step from helpless, to watching with cold eyes, to actively seducing, Until I heard the news that the police were coming, 'I' calmly took the elevator up to the top floor, and under the advice of the police, I jumped down from the tall building with a smile——

"what--"

After a while of dizziness, he finally pulled away from the nightmare and sat up abruptly, seeing darkness in front of him, but the feeling of being smashed to pieces still seemed to remain in his body, making him confused for a while between reality and dream.

"what happened?"

A low hoarse voice filled with sleepiness entered his ears.

He turned his head slowly, a warm hand stretched out in the darkness, grabbed his arm, and brought him into a warm and safe harbor.

"Have you had a nightmare?"

A soft voice sounded from above.

Warm palms gently caressed his back, he opened his confused eyes, and there was a long but familiar breath in his soul lingering in his nose.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say it's okay, but he hadn't opened his mouth for a long time in the dream, and even forgot how to speak for a while.

"It's okay." Qiu Yun hugged him tightly along his wet back, lowered her head and kissed his forehead, and said softly, "I'm here, don't be afraid."

The soft touch on his forehead awakened Yan Qingyuan from his confusion. He raised his head, looked up at the blurry silhouette that was close at hand, turned over suddenly and pressed the person under him, and lowered his head to grab the opponent's lips.

Qiu Yun was caught off guard by his kiss, and his words were blocked by this kiss.

He patted the other person on the back, motioning for the other person to come down and talk, but the other person ignored him, like a wild beast out of control, biting and biting on his lips eagerly and fiercely.

The tingling pain on his lips made him gradually realize that something was wrong with the other party's emotions. He immediately grabbed the other party's restless hand, turned over, pressed the person under him, and said in a relaxed and teasing tone: "What do you do? Is it a nightmare or a spring dream?"

"Nightmare."

The other party's hoarse voice contained trembles, and Qiu Yun frowned: "What nightmare?"

"Don't ask." In the darkness, the other party finished muttering, raised his head and kissed again.

Yan Qingyuan couldn't listen to anything now, his mind was in chaos.

So he desperately wanted to feel Brother Yan's existence, and wanted to do something to prove that it was just a dream, otherwise he felt uneasy: "Brother Yan, don't ask anything, just fuck me."

There was some trembling in the vague voice, mixed with uneasiness and fear.

Feeling Yan Qingyuan's struggle, Qiu Yun frowned more and more tightly, but the last two words kept echoing in his ears, he sighed faintly, leaned over and kissed her.

It was an extremely fierce fight.

As soon as Yan Qingyuan changed from his meekness in the afternoon, he became extremely aggressive, like a wild beast out of the cage, without restraint, releasing the wildness in his bones, full of explosive power.

And Qiuyun is like a beast tamer, tenderness cannot tame a wild beast, only violence can conquer him.

The process of conquest is crazy and intense, like a hand-to-hand combat, sparking sparks...

When the sword was sheathed, Yan Qingyuan finally had a little sense of reality.

This sense of reality almost made him cry.

The darkness expanded his senses, and what he heard, smelled, touched, and felt was all about Brother Yan.

This is real, not that absurd nightmare. This thought made the chaotic brain finally regain a little bit of rationality. With the awakening of rationality, the intense excitement hit overwhelmingly, instantly crushing that bit of rationality, hovering in the The lingering blood in his mind slowly faded away, and his consciousness slowly sank along with the fight.

The moment he climbed to the top, a few words appeared in his mind——fucking nightmare!

The two fell limply together, and then parted reluctantly.

Yan Qingyuan lay prone on the pillow, reached out to pull the drawer, took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer, leaned against the head of the bed and lit it.

bang.

The sound of the lighter awakened Qiu Yun from the afterglow.

He turned his face to look at the glowing sparks in the darkness, and asked hoarsely, "Where do I get the smoke from my house?"

"The last time I came here, I secretly put it in the bedside table."

Yan Qingyuan, who was completely awake, shrank his neck, took the cigarette away, and said tentatively in a low voice: "Brother Yan, can I just smoke one?"

Qiu Yun snorted and reached out to turn on the lamp on the bedside table.

The orange light fills the small space, adding a bit of warmth to the space.

He lifted the quilt and got off the bed, glanced at Yan Qingyuan who was covered with sweat from the corner of his eye: "When I come out of the shower, if there is a smell of smoke in the room, you can move to live next door to me."

Yan Qingyuan boldly looked at Brother Yan's slender limbs, seeing the roses tattooed on Brother Yan's ankle, his eyes flashed, and he grinned and said, "Okay."

After finishing speaking, he got out of bed wrapped in a quilt, watched Brother Yan go into the bathroom, ran to the balcony, opened the curtains, opened the window, and the evening wind wrapped in heat waves that had not yet dissipated rushed out.

He took a drag on his cigarette, listening to the sound of rushing water, and staring at the streetlights downstairs with a dazed expression.

very nice.

Two puffs of white smoke came out of his nostrils, recalling the nightmare that almost made him collapse in his mind, it was so good.

He stretched out his hand and felt the remaining warmth in the wind and waves. It was true. He was different from the "self" in the nightmare. He met Brother Yan, Wang Kai was not dead, and the murder case that released the beast in his heart was not. occur.

He doesn't have to pursue truth for a painting, and then use blood as paint.

He didn't follow Wen Jing to go to the capital with her, and he didn't get to know that pervert, and then went on to do irreparable wrong things.

He is little fox.

The little prince's little fox.

Not the 'Yan Qingyuan' who is gradually dehumanizing.

When Qiu Yun came out of the bathroom, he smelled a strong scent of perfume.

He squinted at the guilty Yan Qingyuan: "Tell me, why did you go crazy just now?"

Yan Qingyuan gave a vague 'hmm': "It's nothing, I just had a nightmare, I don't remember the details, I'm going to take a shower first."

After finishing speaking, he hurriedly slipped into the bathroom. As if he was afraid of him asking questions, he closed the door and locked it.

Qiu Yun turned to look at the closed door, shook his head and walked into the cloakroom, changed clothes and came out, stood at the door and knocked twice, the sound of water inside suddenly stopped: "I'm going downstairs first, you come down to eat after taking a shower. "

"understood."

Qiu Yun didn't believe that Yan Qingyuan didn't remember what kind of dream he had.

But Yan Qingyuan didn't say anything, and he didn't want to ask too much. He just felt that the dream must be weird, otherwise Yan Qingyuan wouldn't lose his composure like that.

Walking out of the room, he asked the little mirror: 【Do you know what kind of dream he was having? 】

Little Mirror didn't say it directly, but expressed euphemistically: [The death in his life is different from the previous three lives, it is within the controllable range, as long as he doesn't go astray, basically nothing will happen to him in this life. 】

Qiu Yun paused, then went downstairs thoughtfully, Uncle Zhou smiled and asked him if Master Yan got up and if he wanted to have dinner.

"Where's my dad?" Qiu Yun asked.

"Mr. went to the company in the afternoon and hasn't come back yet."

Qiu Yun glanced at the door, guessing in his heart that it would be about nine o'clock in the evening, and said, "Ask my dad first if he wants to come back for dinner. If not, the food will be served first."

"Okay, sir."

While waiting, he went over what the little mirror said in his mind.

Immediately grasped the key point, it was related to death, and that was Yan Qingyuan's original destiny in this life.

He said with comprehension: 【This is not Yan Qingyuan's previous life, it's just the fate track arranged by fate for him. Why did he dream of this? 】

[The one above the head did it. 】

Qiu Yun was taken aback for a moment, no wonder Xiao Jing dared not speak out: [Why does Heaven make things difficult for Yan Qingyuan. 】

[Probably seeing Yan Qingyuan live too happily? 】Little mirror said uncertainly: 【The previous death came from the outside world, which was uncontrollable. In this life, with you here, why would Yan Qingyuan want to die? 】

[... How can there be such a father?The son doesn't want to die, but still having nightmares? 】As soon as the words were finished, Qiu Yun felt an inexplicable emotion in his mind——

This kind of emotion is very mysterious, I don't know how to describe it, but when it is translated, it probably means-I am not as evil as him? !

Qiu Yun was stunned: 【What did Yuan do to make Father Tiandao torment him so much? 】

The little mirror didn't respond for a long time, and when he and Yan Qingyuan finished dinner and went back to the room to discuss tomorrow's itinerary, the little mirror's response came from the sea of ​​consciousness: 【I don't know either. 】