When the boss wears the best [Quick Transmigration]

Heavy rain came as expected.

Like a bead with a broken thread, it comes fiercely.

Qiu Yun sat on the high chair in front of the bar, resting his chin with one hand, watching the young man's slender fingers making milk tea.

A gust of fragrant wind came, and I saw a young man with dreadlocks in a hip-hop suit sitting next to him holding milk, his eyes swept from his head to his feet, and stayed for a moment on the wrist watch on his wrist, then he looked away from his trouser pocket He took out a pack of cigarettes, shook out another one from the cigarette case, and handed it to Qiu Yun: "One?"

"...Thanks, I don't smoke."

The young man with dirty braids raised his eyebrows, put a cigarette on his thin lips, and frowning his heroic eyebrows, lit the cigarette with a lighter, and took a deep breath.

While the spark was burning, he raised his head to the ceiling and exhaled a puff of white smoke. The green smoke quickly blurred his wild and unrestrained face: "Little brother, I think you have a very natural face, not like the people in our Ping District." .”

Qiu Yun frowned uncomfortably, and said, "I'm here to find someone."

"Looking for someone?" He seemed to be very interested in this, and flicked the cigarette ash: "I know almost all the people here. If you tell me the name of your friend, maybe I will."

Qiu Yun glanced at the boy who had sealed the milk tea from the corner of his eye: "I've already found it."

The young man with dreadlocks biting his cigarette gave Qiu Yun a sideways look.

A hand reached out from the bar and snatched the cigarette from his mouth.

Under his dissatisfied eyes, the young man threw away the cigarette he had only smoked a few puffs, and snuffed it out with his feet.

Wipe off the water droplets on the cup with a clean rag, handed the prepared milk tea to Qiuyun with a smile on his face, and looked up at the street where the rain was pouring.

The heavy rain was accompanied by strong winds, and the thunder shook the battery car on the side of the road to issue a piercing alarm. A familiar slender figure was walking in the rain holding a black umbrella.

The smile on the corner of his lips suddenly faded.

The young man with dreadlocks who noticed his expression also followed his line of sight and saw a girl with short ear-length hair wearing a sleeveless T-shirt and cropped pants in the heavy rain, holding a packing box in her hand. The heavy rain was like a waterfall, blurring her face, but the direction under his feet is clearly walking towards the milk tea shop.

He pouted boredly: "Wang Yingjun, I'm looking for you."

Wang Yingjun just stood up with a bald head, looked at the door for a while, then put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth: "Dizi, after dinner, you can clean up here, and I will leave first."

He walked hurriedly and quickly, and reached the door in two or three steps.

Qiu Yun turned his back to the door, his eyes turned with the bald head, watching the bald head open the door and rush into the heavy rain, took the umbrella from the girl's hand, and went to pick up the packing box.And the girl raised her head, and subconsciously looked towards the bar counter of the milk tea shop, meeting his gaze in a nonchalant way.

In the next moment, the girl's pupils shrank, and a terrified expression appeared on her face at the right time.

"..." Qiu Yun raised his eyebrows, really surprised.

But Yan Xun's kind of ego can't see that little girl Wang Qing is afraid of him.

Thinking of Wang Kai lying at the entrance of the alley, and seeing such a timid little girl like a quail, he shook his head and chuckled lightly, turned away, and unexpectedly met a pair of smiling eyes.

"Do you know Wang Qing?" the boy asked.

He has a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, the pupils of which are as black as black jade.

With such eyes...

Qiu Yun took a sip of lemon milk tea, the sweet and sour liquid dripped from the tip of his tongue all the way into his stomach, dispelling the accumulated heat in his body, and he squinted his eyes in comfort: "Yes, my classmate."

"A student from No. [-] Middle School?"

The young man with dreadlocks came back to his senses and looked him up and down: "Wang Qing is the only one who goes to No. [-] Middle School in our place. The friend you said just now is Wang Qing, right?"

Qiu Yun was silent.

And his silence is tacit agreement in the eyes of the two of them.

A classmate even ran all the way to their place to find a girl, and said it wasn't because of liking, who would believe it?

The young man squinted his eyes suddenly, and his eyes fell on Qiu Yun's face.

At the age of sixteen or seventeen, he was on the threshold from youth to youth, but he had a tender face and cute cat eyes.The sky-blue LED lights on the bar cabinet reflected his clear and transparent complexion, and his lips glowed with a very light pink color, making him look like a prince in a cartoon.

It's so beautiful.

He raised his chin and stared at the cute boy, it would be even cuter if he didn't have someone he liked.

The young man with dreadlocks didn't have as many thoughts as he did, and said directly: "Little brother, let me tell you, you are useless."

Qiu Yun looked up at him, but didn't speak.

The other party said: "That chick Wang Qing is my brother, she is the bald future wife."

Qiu Yun pulled the corner of his mouth and said: "...She is not yet of age, is she?"

"Look at what you said. My brother is not a beast. He must wait until she graduates from college before getting married."

The air froze for a moment.

The young man with dirty braids took out another cigarette and lit it, squinted his eyes for a while, and exhaled white smoke: "Little brother, you and I—"

Another hand took the cigarette from his mouth.

He frowned and said, "Brother Yuan, what's going on with you today?"

"Second-hand smoke is bad for your health." With a warm smile on his face, the young man stubbed out his cigarette, and said to Qiu Yun, "Wang Qing and her family are now being raised by Wang Yingjun. She has no parents, only a patriarchal son." The woman's grandmother, her grandmother was seriously ill and her brother was a waste, so she approached Wang Yingjun and proposed that Wang Yingjun would marry Wang Yingjun after she graduated from university as long as he could help her temporarily bear the medical expenses of the elderly and his brother's living expenses."

"..." Is this really the girl in Yan Xun's memory who was so timid and cowardly that she didn't even dare to resist being bullied?

The young man seemed to see his doubts, and answered, "It's likely that her grandma came up with this idea."

"That old woman is very bad." The young man with dirty braids took over the words: "I only have eyes on her precious grandson, and the chick who hit Xiao Wang Qing was wearing clothes that her brother didn't want, and she could only eat the leftovers from her meal. I also blame my brother for being soft-hearted, seeing her pitiful, he helped her from time to time, and the old woman thought my brother had some thoughts about that chick, and came up with such a bad idea."

"Then your brother also accepted?"

"Tsk! If my brother doesn't accept it, then the old woman can find another family for her for the sake of her grandson. Compared with others, at least my brother really loves her." The young man with dirty braids said and patted Qiu Qiu Yun's shoulder: "So, that chick Wang Qing belongs to my brother, little brother, you should get out of trouble."

Qiu Yun didn't speak, and fell into deep thought.

He didn't know this. In Yan Xun's fate, after Yan Xun killed Wang Kai, his family paid someone to take the blame, and then he was sent out of the country by Yan's father.In a foreign country, no one restrains him, and he has come into contact with things that he has not been exposed to in China, and then he is led to degeneration.

The heavy rain did not know when it stopped.

Most of the dark clouds dispersed, revealing the setting sun.

The young man with dreadlocks got up and stretched his waist: "The rain has finally stopped, Brother Yuan, I'll go first—hey, why is Wang Yingjun back again?" He changed the subject.

Following his words, Qiu Yun turned around and looked over, and saw the bald head push open the glass door with a sullen face, and walked straight to him, looking fiercely from top to bottom, and said half aloud: "You knocked Wang Kai out and threw him on the flat floor." Alley?"

"Huh? What's going on?" the young man with dreadlocks asked inexplicably.

The boy looked at the bald head, and the smile in his eyes faded: "If you have something to say, let's make it clear first."

However, the bald head just stared at Qiu Yun motionlessly.

Qiu Yun took a sip of lemon milk tea, and leaned back against the bar: "If you're talking about a man in flowered underpants and with bullet hair, I'm the one who hit you."

"what?"

Before the bald head reacted, the young man with dreadlocks first showed an exaggerated expression, staring at Qiu Yun in disbelief: "You kid beat Wang Kai?"

"He made the first move." Qiu Yun felt no malice from the bald head: "I subdued him with one move, then knocked him unconscious and left him on the spot before leaving."

"You subdued him with one move?" The young man with dirty braids still didn't quite believe it. He looked left and right, but he didn't see how the small arms and legs subdued Wang Kai with one move: "Although Wang Kai's useless limbs Not working hard, but it's not like you can't even beat a high school student."

Qiu Yun glanced at him: "You look down on high school students?"

"No way, I just feel that the young people nowadays are really better than each other." The young man with dirty braids glanced at the boy in the bar, and changed the subject with a smile: "But, didn't you say that you came to find friends? Why are you talking to Wang Kai?" Got it together?"

Qiu Yun didn't return, but looked at the bald head.

The bald head silently took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it: "The boy is not very old, but he is quite ruthless. Wang Kai's neck is blue." He took another deep breath of the cigarette, and then exhaled the smoke. Shen Sheng said: "Do you like Xiaoqing?"

Qiu Yun thought about how to answer this question.

Then I heard the bald head say again: "Do you, a high school student with no hair at all, know what liking is?"

He paused for a moment, his eyes swirling around the bald face.

The bald head is not what it is nowadays. The popular flowery boy looks like a handsome boy, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a lion nose and a wide mouth, and a shaved head. He looks very fierce and not to be messed with.

It's just such a person, who always feels a little contrary to what it means to like him, a boy who is not yet an adult.

Perhaps he was silent for too long, and the young man behind him suddenly said, "Okay, Wang Yingjun, this classmate doesn't know about Wang Qing's relationship with you."

"I just knew he didn't know, so I didn't do anything." The bald man threw the half-smoked cigarette on the ground, stepped on it, and his eyes showed fierceness: "He was the one who hit Wang Kai first, and his skills are inferior to others. You deserve to be beaten. But Xiaoqing is my future daughter-in-law, you better not make any crooked ideas, and give up as soon as possible."

Qiu Yun twitched the corner of her mouth, it was Yan Xun who liked Wang Qing, not him.

However, it was the first time that someone came to warn me. Just as I was about to respond, a light voice came from behind——

"Wang Yingjun, are you promising? Come to me to show off?"

The light tone has an undeniable deterrent force.

He turned his back to the young man, couldn't see the young man's expression, only saw the bald head looking behind him, his lips whispered a few times, but he didn't say anything, he couldn't help but sighed in his heart: "I won't do it." Little three."

After thinking for a while, he said, "I didn't know about Wang Qing's situation before. Just now, the two of them told me about you and Wang Qing. I admire you very much, because I can't do this."

Qiuyun couldn't deny that he 'liked' Wang Qing.

Because Yan Xun chased people with great fanfare, almost everyone in the school knew about it.

The bald head glanced at Qiu Yun, making sure that he was telling the truth, turned and left.

As soon as he left, the young man with dreadlocks shook the braids in front of his forehead, slapped Qiu Yun on the shoulder, and pretended to sigh deeply: "Little brother, how did you knock Wang Kai unconscious?"

Qiu Yun: "..."

"Didn't you say you were leaving just now?" The young man said in a very light tone, "Clean up the dishes on the table before leaving."

The dark face of the young man with dirty braids was broken in an instant, and he wailed in a low voice: "It's me doing the dishes again!"

Qiu Yun turned around the chair with a light smile, and saw that the curvature of the boy's lips was slightly reduced, and the smile in his eyes didn't reach his eyes.

He put the lemon milk tea on the bar, propped his chin with one hand, and stared up at the young man who was thinking about something: "What's your name?"

The young man came back to his senses, met his brown eyes, his expression softened, and the gentle smile returned to his eyes: "My name is Yan Qingyuan, what about you?"

"My name is Yan Xun." He said, "Thank you for helping me just now."

"Yan Xun..." The slightly upturned roll of the tongue, coupled with the unique clean voice of a teenager, is like the murmur of a drunk person, and is incredibly gentle: "I wrote it down. But I don't count as helping you, After all, this is my shop, if you fight, it will be my property that will be lost."

Qiu Yun frowned, and a faint smile overflowed from the corner of his lips: "But you help me—"

Before he finished speaking, the phone in his trouser pocket vibrated. He said sorry, took out the phone, and saw the name jumping on the screen: "I'll answer the call first."

The call was from the driver.

The man had already arrived at the entrance of the milk tea shop, he turned his head to look, and sure enough, he saw a black car at the entrance, and hung up the phone directly: "The person who is going to pick me up is here, shall we... add a WeChat?"

"Okay."

The two added WeChat to each other, and Qiu Yun raised the lemon milk tea in his hand to say goodbye to him: "Thank you for the milk tea, I'm leaving first."

"Leave?" The braided young man who came out of the back kitchen just happened to see Qiu Yun open the glass door, quickly shook the water off his hand, and said to him, "Little brother, come over to play next time."

As he spoke, he glanced at the car parked at the door from the corner of his eye, frowned, and saw the car door open, a well-polished leather shoe came out from inside, and a man in a suit and leather shoes came out immediately.

The man was wearing white gloves, his hair was combed shiny, and there were no creases in his clothes. He was so exquisite that he couldn't fit in this dilapidated street.

The young man with dreadlocks gasped.

Before he could recover, he saw the man walk to the rear door, open the door, bend slightly: "Master."

"Young Master?"

The young man with dreadlocks turned his head to look at the boy beside him, but saw the boy nodding at him: "Okay, I'll come when I'm free."

Then, he just watched the boy walk to the car door, waved his hand, and got into the car.

The car started.

The young man with dirty braids looked at the logo of the car, and took another deep breath: "I'm so good! Brother Yuan——"

"What?" Yan Qingyuan came out.

"See it?" The young man with dreadlocks raised his chin and pointed at the car logo, envious and jealous: "I'm so stupid, really. I only knew that his shoes belonged to AJ, and his watch was not cheap, so I thought it was a The rich second generation with a little money in the family, unexpectedly turned out to be a big boss."

"His surname is Yan." Yan Qingyuan said.

"Yan?" The young man with dreadlocks was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought of something: "It can't be that Yan from the Yan Group, right? I'm a real mother, that chick Wang Qing is at a loss."

Yan Qingyuan frowned slightly: "Don't talk nonsense."

"Just kidding. But to be honest, if the old woman Wang knew that her granddaughter had such a rich suitor, she would probably regret it." The young man with dreadlocks watched the car turn around and gradually go away. He sighed deeply: "Brother Yuan, why do you think there is such a big gap between people?"

Yan Qingyuan didn't answer.

He lowered his head and turned on his phone, looking at the profile picture on WeChat.

It is a rose tattooed on the ankle.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-11-0322:24:25~2020-11-0421:16:54期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: 1 pigeon soup is delicious;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 3 bottles of Moluo; 2 bottles of cute ^ω^;

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