The first love of the villains ran away with a passerby [Quick Transmigration]

The author has something to say: In the last chapter, the tail was edited, probably because of Yan Chunyu's description of reaction.

感谢在2022-01-2119:54:48~2022-01-2220:51:20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: 淰涘 1;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 40 bottles of Czechoslovakia will be collected according to the division of labor that cannot be determined;

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

But how did Xiaoyu know Liang Buti?

With this doubt, Yan continued to stare at the young boy named Xiaoyu.

Xiaoyu probably sensed his gaze, and the chubby hands that clenched the hem of the clothes were so nervous that the fingers began to turn white.

This made Yan even more incomprehensible.

The car drove out of the snack street and went straight to the city center.

Along the way, I was tired of looking at the young boy named Xiaoyu from time to time, but the young boy never raised his head again.

"Order and eat first, don't wait for me."

The car stopped at the gate of a private club. During the day, Jing put the three of them out of the car, opened the car window and said to them: "The box has been booked, you can just report my name, and I will send the two little boys here first." Go home and be right back."

Chen Zhichen and the two nodded.

He looked out of the rear window in disgust.

The car window was opaque from the outside, and he couldn't see the scene inside, but he could feel that the people inside were looking at him—this reminded him of an obvious exhalation sound coming from behind when he got out of the car.

Anxiously watching the car leave.

Turning around, I heard Chen Zhichen complaining that Jing was immoral during the day, and left the three of them directly at the gate.

And Yan Chunyu in the car looked through the car window until he couldn't see the figure, and then his tight little body completely relaxed.

After this relaxation, he realized that his entire back was soaked with bewilderment, and raised his hand to touch his forehead, and found that his forehead was also covered with sweat.

He hurriedly opened his schoolbag to find tissues.

But I don't know what's going on, my hands are shaking uncontrollably, and I can't unzip the schoolbag no matter what.

At this moment, a small hand stretched out from the side and directly snatched his schoolbag.

He froze for a moment, and was about to turn his head when Qi Yang's childish voice sounded in his ears.

"What's going on with you these two days?"

Qi Yang unzipped the schoolbag, threw it back on his lap, and looked at him with a wrinkled face: "You were absent-minded in class, and you looked listless when you came home. Now you can't even open a schoolbag..."

Having said that, he suddenly seemed to think of something, and his big eyes full of doubts suddenly became fierce: "Is there someone who secretly bullied you again?"

Yan Chunyu was taken aback for a moment, but after realizing it, her heart warmed up.

In his previous life, why did he think that Qi Yang like this was impatient and looking down on him?

He exhaled heavily, took out a tissue and wiped the sweat on his forehead, then raised his eyes to face Qi Yang's twisted bun face, and forced a smile: "With you covering me, who would dare to bully me? I just have nightmares and haven't slept well recently, so don't worry."

Qi Yang heard that he was not being bullied, and just as he was relieved, he suddenly blew up again: "Who cares about you? You are my little brother, if you dare to bully you, you are slapping this young master in the face."

Jing, who was driving during the day, couldn't help but clicked her tongue lightly: "You're just a brat, and you know how to slap your face?"

"Jing during the day, who do you think is a brat?"

"Whoever responds to my words, I am talking about who."

……

The sound of bickering echoed in the car.

Yan Chunyu sighed helplessly, endured the chill on her back, leaned against the back of the chair and closed her eyes for a nap.

Those words just now were not all about dealing with Xiao Qi Yang.

Ever since he was rescued in his previous life, he often dreamed back to that basement—in the cold and terrifying basement full of formalin, the gentle and elegant man was like a demon possessed by madness, and he and that lying in the transparent glass cabin would be separated forever. A teenager who won't wake up is imprisoned in a small world.

He went from bewildered at the beginning to unbelievably absurd, and then to angry and panic until the collapse of fear.

Even if he walked out slowly with Qi Yang's company, it became an indelible shadow and obstacle in his heart, and once touched, he would collapse.

But he didn't expect that when he woke up, he became smaller.

On the day he married Qi Yang, he just drank a few more glasses, was helped back to the room by Qi Yang and squinted for a while, and when he opened his eyes, he returned to the age of 11.

He was in a trance, unable to believe it, and took all this as a dream.

It wasn't until he accidentally saw a figure standing outside the car just now—it was alive and breathing, not the only gray and lifeless corpse that was 'companion' with him during those dark days.

Can……

Yan Chunyu opened her eyes, her eyes were full of confusion—today is the 31st, but didn't Wei Yingshao say that that person committed suicide on October 25th?

Could it be that he remembered the wrong year?

Hate to be ignorant of all this.

He and Liang Buyan's two roommates ate and drank enough in the clubhouse. During the belated daytime, Jing took them to the private room in the entertainment area on the third floor. The person with the scent of lotus was taken home.

At noon the next day, he slowly opened his eyes from the hangover.

Familiar decorations could be vaguely seen in the dim light, but the strange smell in the air awakened his chaotic consciousness.

He sat up awkwardly, looked around, and the memory of last night slowly came back.

A large piece of memory is filled with the crying and howling of the three people after they were drunk.

The only memory that is clearer is vague, as if someone whispered in his ear 'why drink so much again', after that...

It seemed that someone had carried him into the car and fed him something to drink. There was still warmth in the sweetness.

Yan hurriedly threw off the quilt and got out of bed, opened the door with bare feet, and smelled the familiar aroma of food.

He found the kitchen following the scent, and saw a tall man wearing a white shirt with a pink belt around his waist. The light above his head reflected his figure into a long shadow in the kitchen.

A casserole was simmering slowly on the stove next to it.

I don't know what is stewed in it, and it smells tangy.

Yan raised his eyebrows, walked to the sliding door frame and leaned over, folded his hands on his chest, and looked at the man standing by the island.

The man turned his back to him, with a knife in his hand, cutting vegetables on the chopping board with a 'kaka' sound. A neat bunch of shredded potatoes was pushed out between the movements of the knife in his hand.

But after a while, the other party put down the knife as if dissatisfied, took a look in front of him, then stretched out his hand and pulled the cut-off bag beside him, put the shredded potatoes of different thicknesses on the cutting board into the bag, and threw it at his feet. in the trash.

Anxiously glanced at the trash can, which was almost full of such broken bags.

He raised his eyebrows, and said lazily, "How much food do you have to waste with your knife skills?"

The sound immediately alarmed the man who was about to peel the potatoes.

The man put down the potato in his hand, turned on the faucet of the sink and rinsed his hands, then picked up a thermos cup on the countertop, turned around and twisted the lid of the thermos cup, walked over, and handed it to him: "Drink some hot milk to sober up first." , I have stewed fish soup over there, you go back and take a bath first, then you can drink the fish soup after changing your clothes."

Only then did I realize that I was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday.

He didn't refuse, and took a sip from the thermos, but he didn't expect the temperature of the entrance to be just right.

"Did you sleep well last night?" the man asked with a smile.

Yan Yan frowned and put down the thermos, nodded, and was about to speak, when he suddenly remembered the feeling of splitting headache when he woke up drunk for the first time, but this time when he woke up with a hangover, not only did he not have a headache, but he was also very comfortable. Just like falling asleep and waking up normally.

"Did you give me something to drink last night?"

Yan twisted his neck and asked curiously, "I didn't feel any headache when I woke up this time."

Wei Lan smiled slightly: "Drinking some honey water after drunk can speed up the decomposition of alcohol, help dilute the alcohol in the blood, and relieve the symptoms of hangover headaches."

"So that's the case." Yan repeatedly nodded.I feel like I have learned.

Seeing his suddenly enlightened look, Wei Lanshu recalled last night when the young man was holding the thermos cup filled with honey water and not letting go, muttering for more, and couldn't help raising his lips: "Milk also has this kind of milk. Effect."

Yan Wenyan, who didn't like the taste of milk at first, closed his eyes and raised his neck to pour milk into his stomach in one gulp.

"...Do you not like drinking this?"

Seeing his cute appearance of "going to die", Wei Lanshu took the thermos cup: "If you don't like it, don't force it. There is yogurt in the refrigerator, and the effect is the same."

With that said, he walked to the refrigerator, took a box of yogurt and gave it to him.

Tired of looking at the palm-sized milk box, my face is inexplicable, isn't yogurt and milk both milk?What's the difference?

Wei Lanshu helped him insert the straw, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a ring of milk stains around his mouth.

While handing him the milk box, she rubbed her fingertips around his lips, and then gestured to Yan: "There is something in your mouth. You drink it first, and I'll go see if the fish soup is ready."

Wei Lan, who turned her back, looked down at the milk stains on her fingertips.

The soft touch seemed to still remain on his fingertips. He got into the kitchen, put the thermos cup aside, walked to the sink and turned on the faucet. He was about to stretch his hand over, but retracted the moment he touched the running water, and quickly Put it to your mouth, stick out your tongue and lick it.

[Have you tasted what it tasted like? 】The miser made a faint sound.

Wei Lanshu rushed his hand calmly, and said in a low voice, "Sweet."

【You are really...really...】

The miser said "really" a few times in a row, but he didn't really say anything.

It was as if he was speechless, nothing to say.

After a long time, he said weakly: 【I passed out drunk in your arms last night, it's okay if you secretly kiss me, why do you need to hide in the kitchen and lick other people's milk stains? 】

"What do you know."

The young man is obviously not yet enlightened on feelings.

He didn't want to break up the young man by relying on his age difference and life experience when he was ignorant of feelings, because it was against his original intention.

The fanatical and aggressive eyes when he first met was just a misunderstanding—but those fiery eyes were more dazzling than the firelight, easily leaving a deep impression in his heart.

This is just one of them.

The second is that the young man easily discerned the difference between him and the miser, and he was also the first to say 'I'm very interested in you' to him.

As a child, the coaxing miser was more likable than his taciturn silence.

More than once, he heard the nannies at home discuss him and the miser, and when they mentioned him, they all described him as a spooky and strange child.

But when it comes to the miser, the nannies always smile knowingly, saying that the miser is really a lovely pistachio.

After moving to the nursing home, his mother, Ms. Qin, always easily ignored him because of his sensibility, but she couldn't stop messing with the lazy miser.

He's like an extra.

Either being disliked or disliked by others is being ignored.

Only the young man never looked at him strangely, and his attitude towards him was even more than that of a miser.

So he is willing to get in touch with the young man and treats the young man well.