When the boss wears the best [Quick Transmigration]

of course not!

Su Jinyuan shouted in his heart.

However, the young man in the dream was too close, and the hot and humid breath blew past his neck and ears, and he felt that his skin seemed to be on fire, and the heat made his mouth dry, causing him to fall into a strange silence.

A deep chuckle echoed in his ears, and the hand hanging on the right was suddenly grabbed and placed on his heart.

The nose is filled with a light fragrance, the shaking chest and warm body temperature spread to his palm through the clothes, disrupting his breathing.

"Did you feel it? I miss you too."

The gentle murmur spread into the eardrums and reached his heart. Something was hitting his chest violently. He heard the voice from the top of his head again: "If you don't feel clearly, then get closer."

How close?

Just as this thought flashed through his mind, the wide palm covering the back of his hand led his hand to the neckline: "Uncle Third, help me unbutton the button..."

In the middle of the night, Su Jinyuan opened his eyes in horror. Without even turning on the light, he lifted the quilt and rushed into the bathroom in the dark, turned on the faucet, turned it to the maximum, and pushed his whole head into the water outlet.

The cold water washed over the back of his head and flowed onto his hot cheeks, making his feverish mind regain some clarity.But even so, the images in the dream were still deeply imprinted in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of them.

The sound of splashing water flowed uninterruptedly in the darkness.

He raised his head and supported the washstand with one hand, the water droplets from the tips of his hair slid down his face to his neck and sank into his clothes.However, he didn't feel the cold at all. Instead, because of the dream in his mind, his body that had just calmed down began to heat up again.

Why would it be him?

Su Jinyuan clenched his fists and kept asking himself in his heart.

In the early morning of the next day, Su Jinyuan came to the south courtyard with bluish-black eyes.

As soon as he walked into the main hall of the south courtyard, a man in a blue gown with his hair combed back was sitting firmly at the dining table. The other party seemed to hear footsteps and turned his head to look over.

As soon as he saw the other person's face, he couldn't help but see the image of the man holding his hand and unbuttoning his shirt, and suddenly a wordless embarrassment and shame spread in his heart.

"Did you become a thief last night?"

Qiu Yun looked at Su Jinyuan's haggard face, and saw that his eyelids were covered with blue shadows, his bloodshot pupils flashed with guilt, and he looked like he was suffering from kidney failure, and raised his eyebrows: "I'm not going to be a flower picker Bar?"

The three words "flower picker" are guilty Su Jinyuan's hair exploded, like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and let out a sharp scream: "No, don't talk nonsense."

"If you don't have it, you don't have it. Why are you shouting so loudly?" Qiu Yun looked away displeased, and waved his hands to let the servants serve the food.

Su Jinyuan, who had overreacted, opened his mouth and wanted to say something after regaining consciousness, but the other party didn't even bother to give him a peripheral vision, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

He pursed his lips and was about to go over when Marshal Yu's voice came from beside him——

"Jin Yuan, what are you doing standing at the door?"

Yu Shanren walked over slowly. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of his nephew sitting in the main hall. He knew it well. He raised his hand and patted Su Jinyuan on the shoulder. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the other party's exhausted expression.

He was stunned for a moment, and then let out a hearty laugh: "Good boy, he has grown up!"

"...The commander-in-chief misunderstood."

"I understand." The commander-in-chief looked like someone who had come here: "It's like this at first, but you are still young, you must know how to control yourself, and you must not imitate Jun Huai to be nostalgic for women."

The latter sentence was like pouring a bucket of ice water on his head, washing away the charming thoughts in his heart, followed by an inexplicable irritability and sourness.

He clenched the palms hanging by his sides, his eyes fell on the young man who didn't look back, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Marshal, I don't have any."

"Okay, okay, you don't." Yu Shanren only acted like a young man with a thin skin, and nodded perfunctorily: "Let's have breakfast first."

As he spoke, he raised his footsteps and suddenly thought of something: "By the way, where is Ran Ran? Why didn't you come over?"

"..." He forgot to call Ran Ran to get up.

"Forget it, it's okay for the little girl to sleep a little longer. You can go back and ask the kitchen to send it to her."

The two walked in the door while talking, and sat down at the dining table.

Su Jinyuan had a guilty conscience and dared not look at the man sitting across from him.

Yu Shanren took a sip of tea, and asked Qiuyun kindly: "Why are you willing to come to have breakfast with me so early today?"

"Stayed at home for more than half a month, so bored." Qiu Yun leaned lazily on the back of the chair, crossed his legs, and looked out of shape: "Uncle, I want to go to the teahouse to drink tea."

"Go." Yu Shanren thought of Adjutant Yang who was hiding somewhere, and his eyes darkened: "Jin Yuan, send a few more people to protect Jun Huai later."

"Yes, sir."

After finishing speaking, he secretly glanced at the idle man, and couldn't help thinking whether to drink tea or to find a girl?

As soon as he thought that the other party was going to find a girl, a trace of sourness brewed in his heart, spread and lingered, and even the food he imported later was tasteless.

"correct."

As the breakfast was nearing the end, Yu Shanren seemed to have thought of something, and asked suddenly: "Jun Huai, I heard from the housekeeper that you rejected all the women I ordered to be sent over, but you don't like it?"

Qiu Yun put down the bowls and chopsticks, and said calmly: "After I have said it, I will stop messing around with women. Although I, Yu Junhuai, have no prospects, I still know what it means to be a gentleman. I have said everything, and I have to do it no matter what."

Yu Shanren only thought that his nephew was talking casually that day.

Seeing that his face was cold at this moment, he remembered the incident of refusing his nephew to enter the barracks yesterday, thinking that his nephew was still angry, and sighed helplessly: "Uncle has never looked down on you. You have been rich and well-clothed since you were young, and you have never suffered. How can I be willing?" Let you go to the military camp to suffer?"

"And the world is chaotic, and you have never left Huaicheng, so you don't know how dangerous it is outside. I never told you that your father didn't listen to me back then, and secretly took your mother to Jincheng without telling me. Meihua lost her life when she encountered a bandit on the way."

Qiu Yun was dubious: "Really?"

"When did uncle lie to you?" Thinking of his younger brother and younger siblings who died tragically, a stern look flashed in Yu Shanren's eyes.

Then he looked at his nephew's eyebrows and eyes that resembled his younger brother, put down his chopsticks, and said earnestly: "In uncle's heart, your safety is more important than anything else."

Qiu Yun's face was moved, his eyes were slightly red, and he pursed his lips: "Uncle, I... I am self-willed."

"What kind of willful are you?" Yu Shanren's cold and hard heart was completely soft in his nephew's reddish eyes: "My nephew, Yu Shanren, everything is right."

"..." Su Jinyuan has never seen such a doting nephew.

When his parents were alive, they also loved him and his sister, but the pain had a bottom line.

Unlike Marshal Yu, who loves 'Yu Junhuai' without a bottom line, it's no wonder that 'Yu Junhuai' dares to break into his house in broad daylight to rob people. This confidence is all given by Marshal Yu.

Qiu Yun also sighed in his heart, according to Yu Shanren's pampering method, it is very normal for 'Yu Junhuai' to become like that.

After breakfast, just as Qiu Yun and Ma Dahu walked out of the gate of Yu's house, Su Jinyuan led four burly and majestic men to catch up.

"Da... Jun Huai, these four people are the best in the family." As soon as Su Jinyuan saw Qiu Yun's face, he couldn't help but think of the dream from last night.

The more uncomfortable I felt, the tighter my face became: "If you are not satisfied, I will go to the barracks and pick a few people back later."

Qiu Yun held a jade cigarette stick in his hand.

The long green tobacco rod kept turning in his hands, making his white fingers extraordinarily well-proportioned, like a finely crafted work of art.

He raised his eyelids slightly, and glanced at the four of them sideways. When he took Su Jinyuan by from the corner of his eye, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the slightly red ear tips of the other party.

"Just the four of them."

Ma Dahu opened the car door, turned around and got in the car, as the car started, a flash of surprise flashed in his heart.

In his cognition, apart from the carriage, it is a magic weapon. He never thought that there are such things that can gallop without oxen and horses, and without consuming spiritual energy.

"Xianzun, this is nothing." The little mirror said popular science: "The technology in this world has just started, and when we go to the modern world, there will be more high-tech..."

Qiu Yun listened to Xiao Jing's explanation, the car drove slowly on the street, and then stopped at the door of a teahouse.

The driver in a black suit and white gloves got out of the car and walked around to the right to open the door for him.

He got out of the car with a bent body, straightened his back, held the tobacco rod in one hand, and put the other behind his back. He raised his eyes to look at the flamboyant plaques, and walked into the tea house with its doors open for business. Handsome man holding a folding fan and combing the middle part.

With a warm smile on his face, the man cupped his hands and bowed: "Master Yu, long time no see."

Qiu Yun raised his chin slightly, let out a soft "hmm" from his nasal cavity, walked over the man arrogantly, stepped over the threshold, and a strong tea fragrance came to his face, the soft and reserved guzheng sound accompanied by a gentle and melodious little tune, Such as the sound of decadence, echoing in the tea house.

"Second floor, young master, please." The man followed Qiu Yun and raised his hand to signal: "It's been a while since I saw young master, and it happened that third young master Xu and others were there, so I asked about you just now. "

Qiu Yun lifted the front of the robe and stepped up the stairs: "When will Xu Decheng and the others not be here?"

A group of idle young men in Huaicheng sat drinking in a teahouse during the day, and slept in the flowerhouse with their Huaniang in their arms at night, not returning home for ten and a half months.

If one day is not there, it is a rare thing.

It means that Yu Junhuai's family has an uncle who restrains him, otherwise he will be the same as them.

"The young master said the same thing." The man was Chen Bozhou, the eldest son of the owner of the teahouse.

He smiled, led the people to the east side room on the second floor, and knocked on the door with his fingers: "Young master, please tell me if you have anything to do."

"Go." Qiu Yun waved the cigarette stick in his hand, kicked the door open, the sound inside stopped abruptly, and immediately attracted the attention of everyone inside.

"Master Yu?"

The first person to come to his senses was Xu Decheng, who had a greasy face and was wearing a wine red suit and vest.

He rushed over with surprise on his face, grabbed the cigarette stick in Qiu Yun's hand, tears filled his eyes: "You can be regarded as coming out, look, I have lost a lot of weight by thinking about my brothers in the past half month. "

The other three came to their senses in Xu Decheng's voice.

One by one, they were as affectionate as meeting their own parents: "Xu Sanshao is right, if you don't come out these days, you will lose all my chin."

"Li Baojin, are you disgusting?" It was Luo Ming who said this, and he kicked Li Baojin with disgust on his face: "Fatty man, do you want me to get you a mirror to take a look at your triple chin?"

"Let go!" Qiu Yun lowered his eyelids, and his eyes fell on the extra hand on the long tobacco rod: "If you break my young master's tobacco rod, be careful of your skin."

Xu Decheng quickly let go of his hand, and graciously invited him into the box.

Thinking of something, Qiu Yun turned to look at Ma Dahu and his four attendants who were following up: "Go to the next door to drink tea, you don't need to follow here."

After finishing speaking, he walked into the box proudly.

As soon as he was seated, someone poured a glass of wine and brought it to him: "Master, what have you been doing at home for half a month? Could it be that the commander locked you up?"

Qiu Yun didn't answer, but glanced around: "Where's Yang Qianlin? Why didn't you see him?"

After finishing speaking, all four people present showed expressions of surprise.

Zhou Yuan who was sitting next to him whispered, "Don't you know about this?"

"What do I know?" Qiu Yun glanced at him displeased.

"This..." Xu Decheng got up and walked to the door, opened the door and poked his head out to look around, then closed the door and walked over, saying in a low voice, "Yang Qianlin and everyone in the Yang family were killed by the commander half a month ago." I don’t know what happened, and even my brother and I were taken away for questioning, and we were locked up overnight before being released.”

The author has something to say: I suddenly thought of the favorability in the system text, and Su Jinyuan's favorability is like this.

A button +10

Two buttons +10

Three buttons +10

Hands on chest +20

Salivating Qiuqiuzi's beautiful color. Embryo stone hammered. (It's just a joke, it has nothing to do with the text.)

感谢在2020-09-1408:26:32~2020-09-1507:32:09期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 30 bottles of Yuxiang; 2 bottles of Qinggong;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!