When the boss wears the best [Quick Transmigration]

The prosperity of Haicheng begins in the early morning.

The sky has not yet brightened, and the night dust has not yet settled down, and the yelling and hawking of traffickers and pawns can be heard outside the window.

Vendors in the streets and alleys wake up the sleeping city with crisp and melodious tunes, and shopkeepers shake their rattles, as if they are accompaniment to the shouting.

The fragrance of all kinds of breakfast shops on the streets is thousands of miles away, entering thousands of households, and awakening people in sleep.

Qiu Yun opened his eyes amidst bursts of appetizing fragrance, clutching his hungry stomach, without even turning on the light, he lifted the quilt and walked barefoot to the window.

The curtains were opened, and the star had already receded, leaving only the dark blue night.

Standing in a high-rise building, looking at the long street in front, you can see lights flickering like fireflies in a summer night.

He turned to the bathroom to wash up. When he came out, he was about to change his clothes when someone knocked on the door.

After a pause, he walked to the door in his nightgown, opened the door, and saw Su Jinyuan, well-dressed and well-combed, standing at the door holding a scented breakfast in both hands.

"This place is too noisy, it's not as peaceful as Huaicheng."

Su Jinyuan saw that the bangs on the man's forehead were slightly wet, and he looked down, secretly sweeping towards the man's exquisite collarbone and smooth and clear chest, and sighed in his heart, his young master is really charming.

If this went on like this, he was afraid that he really couldn't bear it.

He struggled to turn his eyes away. At the invitation of the other party, he walked into the room and lifted the breakfast wrapped in oiled paper in his hand: "The noise started at four o'clock. I thought you should have been woken up by the noise, so I went downstairs to buy some breakfast for you." You bring it."

"It's a bit noisy." Qiu Yun rolled up her nightgown, reached out to pick up breakfast, but was avoided by the other party.

"Don't be too busy eating, go change your clothes."

Su Jinyuan pushed him with his elbow, walked to the dining table spontaneously, opened the oil paper bag and said, "I just asked the owner of the breakfast shop, this area is Haicheng Street, and it has been a place for early gatherings since ancient times. A hotel is."

"It doesn't matter. Be patient for two days, wait for the house to be taken care of, and just move out."

Qiu Yun took out the long gown from the suitcase, was about to untie the belt of the nightgown, paused, took the gown into the bathroom.

After tidying himself up, he sat at the dining table, which was full of various breakfasts, with local seafood features, which made him satiate his appetite.

Swallowing the last bite of the crab roe bun, just about to put down the chopsticks——

"do not move."

"Huh?" He frowned, looking at Su Jinyuan inexplicably.

Su Jinyuan stared at the corner of his lips, where some crab roe was stained.

He put down his chopsticks and wiped his fingers with a towel, then bent over and stretched out his hand: "The corners of your lips are dirty, let me wipe them for you."

The fingertips gently brushed the corners of the lips, took away the remaining crab roe, and then put it into his mouth as if nothing had happened: "Are you full?"

Qiu Yun's eyes flickered slightly, and he lowered his eyes to feel the remaining temperature on the corners of his lips. He suddenly smiled, opened his smiling eyes, looked at the person who was still holding his finger, and said meaningfully: "Young Master Su's hobbies are still Quite chic."

"Young commander dare not be."

Su Jinyuan stretched out his fingers calmly, and stared at the man opposite with his seductive but not kitschy peach eyes: "I have a more unique hobby, do you want to try it?"

After finishing speaking, he half-opened his thin lips, slightly poked the tip of his tongue, and lightly licked his lower lip.

The aggressive eyes and suggestive movements made Qiuyun's heart rate fluctuate.

He thought of that night many years ago, when the boy said in his ear, "Imagine that I was bullied by you so that my eyes were tearful and my eyes were red..."

The youth at that time was still immature, so he only dared to say some stupid words to confuse him, and when he vented his courage afterwards, he began to show timidity, unlike today's youth, who are so courageous that when he returns to the country, he immediately After playing a game of Overlord's hard bow, he didn't win well, so he restrained himself.

Looking at the regret expressed by the young man because of his indifference, his heart moved, he raised his finger, and ticked: "Come here."

"Ok?"

Su Jinyuan came to his senses immediately, raised his lips and moved to sit beside him, tried his best to restrain the restlessness that was about to rise in his body, and leaned into his ear: "My other unique hobby needs to use the bed, how about us..."

Before he finished speaking, his chin itched, and he lowered his eyes in doubt, and saw a slender finger hooked on his chin, like teasing a cat, and scratched the socket of his chin twice.

"Comfortable?"

The low voice pulled him back from his thoughts.

He raised his eyes and looked at the lips that were close at hand, the itching on the socket of his chin was like scratching his heart, it was itchy and unbearable, but he was afraid that the impulsiveness would scare away the intimacy that the young master rarely released , but had to restrain.

The beauty is right in front of his eyes, he can't eat and dare not force it, so he simply can't see it, closes his eyes with difficulty, tries to relax and enjoy his young master's chin stroke.

"No~"

An indistinct sigh overflowed from his nasal cavity.

Seeming dissatisfied and coquettish, Qiuyun's ears moved twice, his fingertips scratched lightly, then he raised his chin, his eyes fell on his face, and he looked carefully.

The light poured down from the top of his head and sprinkled in his hair, creating a small halo of light, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, with a faint smile, the bridge of his nose was straight, his eyes were lightly closed, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

The eyelids blocked the extremely aggressive gaze, but added a bit of casualness, as if he really regarded himself as a lazy cat.

Qiu Yun's fingertips rubbed against his chin repeatedly, leaned over slightly, and printed on his lips.

The other party's relaxed body suddenly tensed up, and the corners of his lips froze. He bent his lips, leaned over and pecked lightly.

The tense person began to breathe harder, his lips parted slightly, as if he was exhaling, but also as if he wanted to ask for more.

Looking at his opening and closing lips, the meticulously groomed blue silk slipped down on his forehead at some point, adding a different style to his casual face.

Qiu Yun's eyes darkened, and just as he was about to deepen the kiss, a knock on the door sounded in time, interrupting the slowly rising temperature.

Su Jinyuan, who was waiting to be picked, could no longer hold back the surging desire in his heart, turned his defense into an offense, stretched out his hand to hook Qiuyun's neck and kissed it - a finger suddenly stretched between his lips.

Qiu Yun pressed against his lips and said in a hoarse voice, "Come here first today."

"Knock-knock-knock!"

Su Jinyuan clenched his fists, restraining the urge to plunder in his heart, bit his finger in dissatisfaction, immediately opened his dark eyes, got up murderously and went to open the door, seeing Li Yunqing standing at the door, his eyes narrowed , with a smile on the corner of his mouth, his cold gaze swept Li Yunqing from head to toe.

Seeing the young commander who opened the door with a dissatisfied face, Li Yunqing's eyes flashed, knowing that it was not the right time to come.

Just as he was about to find an excuse to say goodbye, another person came out from inside——

"come in."

Qiu Yun glanced at the breakfast in Li Yunqing's hand: "The atmosphere of life in this place is very strong, it wakes people up from sleep before dawn."

Li Yun glanced at the young marshal with a gloomy face, walked into the room with a guilty conscience, saw a lot of unopened oil paper bags left on the dining table, and said helplessly: "If I had known that you had already eaten, I would not have come here." gone."

"It just so happens that we can call other people over to eat together." Qiu Yun cleared the table and said, "Su Jinyuan, go and call everyone over to eat together, and by the way, confirm today's itinerary."

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When the morning sun broke through the sea, Qiu Yun and Li Yunqing walked out of the hotel gate first.

A sharp-eyed rickshaw driver saw the two people dressed in extraordinary clothes, and ran over with an empty rickshaw: "Good morning, where are the two bosses going? I will take you there."

As the 'big brother', Li Yunqing stood up, with a gentle and humble attitude: "We brothers can walk around casually, so we don't bother the master."

The coachman didn't leave, but took a few glances: "I don't think you two are unfamiliar, you just came to our Haicheng, right? We don't have any acquaintances here to lead the way, so it's not easy to go."

"Oh?" Li Yunqing seemed to be interested: "What do you say, Master?"

The driver has a square face, he looks a bit simple and honest, but his eyes are bright: "You boss is gentle and polite, so let me remind you, have you seen the beggars on the opposite street?"

Qiu Yun and Li Yunqing looked in the direction the coachman said, and saw a dozen ragged beggars gathered on the opposite side of the street, staring at this side intentionally or unintentionally, and passers-by would subconsciously avoid them.

"they are?"

"These are not real beggars, they are the eyeliners of our local gang, who are specially watching the hotel to find outsiders to steal." The square-faced driver lowered his voice and approached: "The two bosses will look at the teahouse diagonally opposite. Is there a beautiful woman sitting in the seat?"

"This is again?"

The driver didn't want to say any more, but said: "The two bosses have to take my car, so I told you."

Qiu Yun and Li Yun looked at each other lightly: "That's fine."

Two people couldn't fit in a rickshaw, so the driver called for another one, pulled them out of the street, and then said slowly: "The teahouse is a beauty cave, and there are cafes, restaurants and dance halls like this. They use sex to trick you male bosses from other places to go in and consume, and a bowl of tea there is not expensive, but it is expensive for the women inside."

After hearing this, Qiu Yun guessed that it was the immortal who helped him.

He frowned slightly. With this method, it's okay to deceive those who don't know the world or those who are impatient. But if you are shrewd, you can't be fooled again after suffering a loss.

And just like them, if you spend a few dollars to ride a rickshaw, you can find out everything you can.

There must be something else they don't know.

He motioned Li Yunqing to continue asking with his eyes.

"Master, I don't think this method is very clever?"

"You young people." The coachman wiped the sweat off his face with a towel hanging around his neck: "Let me ask you, when a woman who is beautiful and well-dressed asks you for a favor, the boss borrows it from you." Do you want to borrow it?"

The road along the street is very spacious, and two rickshaws run in parallel.

Qiu Yun, who was sitting in another rickshaw, was smiling, playing with the cigarette stick in his hand, and looked at the silent Li Yunqing.

Li Yunqing's internal self-cultivation is just as beautiful as his appearance. If this is the case, no matter male or female, beautiful or ugly, I am afraid that he will not refuse.

Sure enough, just as he thought, Li Yunqing thought for a while, and then answered 'borrow'.

"However, I don't smoke, I have no special circumstances, and I don't have fire on me."

The coachman laughed loudly, turned his head and looked at Qiu Yun who was holding a cigarette stick in his hand: "You didn't, what about the other boss?"

Li Yunqing knew in his heart that the young master's tobacco rod was for entertainment, but outsiders didn't know it.

The coachman said again: "Even if you two don't have fire, the tea house will provide matches. If you borrow fire, she will sit down and light a cigarette, and after taking a puff, ask if you mind if she smokes. Boss, you will How to respond?"

"How do you mind? So what if you don't mind?"

"Do you mind if she invites you to drink tea in order to express her apology? I don't mind. In order to thank you for your fire, I also invite you to drink tea."

"...Aren't they all the same?"

"It's the same, but she has successfully talked to you, hasn't she?"

Li Yun was dumbfounded, he really fell into the trap without paying attention: "Then what's next?"

"Next..." The coachman turned his head and glanced at his suit and leather shoes, but Li Yunqing, who couldn't hide his scholarly air, laughed again: "Of course I'm looking for a topic to chat with you, and I found out that you are interested in it from your topic. If you do what you like, it will arouse your interest."

Su Jinyuan at this end also went downstairs with two entourages.

He noticed the hostile gaze on the other side at a glance, directly rejected the rickshaw driver, walked to the teahouse diagonally opposite, and wanted to find a place by the window to stare at the group of beggars on the street.

Walking into the teahouse, a middle-aged man in his early forties walked up to him.

The man was dressed in a white Tang suit, with an elegant expression and an extraordinary bearing. He was elegant and handsome, which made people feel good when they saw him.

When the man saw a visitor in the store, Zhang Xiao went up to greet him: "The guests are welcome."

Su Jinyuan didn't know anything about teahouses. Seeing the elegant decoration inside, he nodded: "The three of us want to talk about something. Do you have private rooms upstairs? It's better to have windows."

"Small shops don't have private rooms." The middle-aged man greeted the three of them upstairs with a smile, and raised his voice: "However, the corner near the window is very quiet. It's still early, and no one will disturb the conversation."

"It's okay." Su Jinyuan stepped on the stairs with his hands behind his back and went upstairs. He saw a table of women with outstanding temperament sitting around the window in the left corner chatting, their voices were not loud, they were very cultivated, and they didn't think too much about it. Miss Madam came out for tea early in the morning.

The middle-aged man led Su Jinyuan to sit in the right corner.

Su Jinyuan glanced outside, just in time to see the beggars on the street, and nodded with satisfaction: "Give me a pot of Yueshan Yunwu tea, and a few plates of dim sum."

Hearing Yueshan Yunwu tea, the smile on the middle-aged man's face deepened.

The author has something to say: Yueshan Yunwu tea is tea picked in the clouds and mist of high mountains. In ancient times, it was used as a tribute to the emperor.