After The Rebirth Of The Wealthy Young Master Who Was Replaced

 Chen Zhen gave Su Xiaoyan his best ideas. 

    In that room, Zhan Wuyou finally woke up quietly. 

    He stared at the familiar roof for a long time before realizing the past and present. 

    Yan Qing happened to push the door and enter. 

    He was wearing a smoky gray three-piece suit today. His narrow and powerful waist was sensual and attractive, and his long legs were full of vigor and strength. The stiff short stubble infinitely magnified the advantages of his five senses, and the appearance of walking towards him made Zhan Wuyou blush and his throat was dry, and he swallowed lifelessly. 

    "Lord, master." 

    He yelled obediently, wishing to pounce on Yan Qing for eight hundred rounds of battle. 

    "En." Yan Qing sat on the chair beside the bed, stretched out his hand to loose his tie, and said lazily, "Just woke up?" 

    "En, the fever seems to have subsided." Zhan Wuyou slowly sat up from the bed, pretend to be innocent and confused, "I, why am I in your bed?" 

    Still had the guts to ask himself? God knew how upset he was when he opened the door to go for morning exercises. 

    Yan Qing laughed, took a cigar from the small coffee table, and turned it slowly in his hand, "Perhaps you're used to crawling on the bed, so you can't let go of my bed." 

    "It's Yan Ye's kindness. As soon as I saw you, I felt that you were different from the rumors, and you were very gentle..." Zhan Wuyou's rainbow fart spilled out without money, his eyes fixed on Yan Qing's small movements. 

    This person could always inadvertently exposed his heart in the matter of smoking a cigar. 

    Looking that his lover was in a good mood, he came to Yan Qing's side, leaning into his arms as if he was boneless. 

    Yan Qing accepted a cooperation order from France and was in a good mood, so he squeezed the sticky gadget. His mouth still disdainfully said, "You girls are chirping, the big men are more masculine."

Zhan Wuyou: "..." Sometimes he really felt annoyed with Yan Qing's mouth, any atmosphere could be ruined by him. But at the same time he loved this man to death.

    "Master," Zhan Wuyou leaned on Yan Qing's chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, and began to play, "Can you allow me to see Miss Su? I, I want to apologize to her. " 

    Yan Qing jerked the cigar at his fingertips, and when he turned it around again, the speed was a little slower, "How do you plan to apologize?" 

    Zhan Wuyou knew that this person was thinking about the feasibility of this matter, "As long as I can let Miss Su calms down, I can let her do anything." 

    "You think it's like the child play with the house, you hit me, and I get back to you and it's evened." Yan Qing sneered at Zhan Wuyou's innocence, the speed of his fingertips restored as usual, "Besides, Xiaoyan is not such a cruel child." 

    Zhan Wuyou wrinkled his face sourly where he couldn't see it. He replied obediently, "Miss Su looks like someone with a kind heart. Master, can I, can I discuss something with you?" 

    "'Discussion?" Yan Qing chewed on these two words, feeling unclear. "This word is used well." 

    This accent was obviously not happy. 

    That was right, he was now a gadget that had climbed up the bed, and he had the courage to discuss with the owner the next day after climbing the bed, most of which made Yan Qing thought that he had no idea how to advance or retreat. 

    He got up from Yan Qing's arms and changed to leaning against his legs. Tried to lower his posture as much as possible and put on a harmless and obedient appearance. 

    "After you finish the punishment, can you, can you keep me in Yan's house?" Zhan Wuyou raised his pretty face and begged. 

    He was still ill, his face was reddened, even the corners of his eyes were covered with water after the fever, and the corners of his lips were white and dry. When he looked up at him from the bottom up, it was like a little homeless milk dog. 

    Yan Qing's mood eased. 

    This gadget was a little bolder when he was in bed, but he was still nice and soft after getting out of bed. Keeping such a gadget by your side actually didn’t matter much, "but, don't you dislike it?"

    "You are the first person to treat me so nicely." Zhan Wuyou half lay on Yan Qing’s lap, and the man’s body temperature came through the thin clothes, "Wait for you to punish me, don’t drive me away, Okay?"

These words were really soft. 

    Yan Qing looked at the child's half-white neck, stretched out his hand and stroked it. 

    He intended to be warm, but he didn't expect the thing his hand touched was hot. 

    "Get up! You're burning , don't you know?" Yan Qing darkened his face and saw that Zhan Wuyou, who was lying on his lap, was still looking cute. He felt that the fire was surging and pulled him halfway. He threw him back on the bed, "You fucking call it fever reduction? What about Hua Jinghe? This rubbish thing!" 

    Zhan Wuyou was put on the bed by Yan Qing, and the quilt had been put on the bed three times before he saw the dusty Hua Jinghe. 

    "Why do people get worse?!" Yan Qing's opening remarks was destined to be a unilateral training. 

    Hua Jinghe was rushed to the single room in the basement with his front foot, and then he was taken back and got scolded. He gave a fever-reducing injection and signed a guarantee that the fever would be relieved within 48 hours before being released by Yan Qing. 

    "Are you angry?" Zhan Wuyou was pressured by the three-bed quilt so he couldn't breathe, but his hands were still thinking about pulling Yan Qing's tail finger, and he said three-pointed ambiguously and seven-pointedly seductively, "I heard that when I have a fever. My body will be very hot at that moment."

 Yan Qinggang fired a fire at Hua Jinghe, and the brain circuit still stayed: I really kept a bunch of waste! 

    He didn't even hear Zhan Wuyou's meaningless words. 

    Zhan Wuyou put it more bluntly, "I heard that it will be very comfortable if it's hot, Master, do you want to try it?" 

    Yan Qing understood this time. 

    He stared at the high fever Zhan Wuyou who didn't forget to seduce him, took a deep breath and rebuked, "Shut up your fucking mouth. "

Is Lao Tzu such a ruthless and inhumane man?! 

    Yan Qing refused to think deeply about the faint heartbeat just now.

    Zhan's house at this time. 

    Ruan Baichun sat in the living room looking at the company's new season report. Ruan Baichun made several investments with the money shaved off from Zhan's father. So far, the returns were pretty good. 

    Zhan Zongyan sat under her with an arrogant look, "Is that stuff dead?" 

    Ruan Baichun raised her head from the company report, and pointed out the " things" in his mouth, "You mean Wuyou." 

    Zhan Zongyan coldly snorted, "What? Distressed?" 

    Ruan Baichun sometimes didn't understand Zhan Zongyan's inexplicable attitude towards herself, but she didn't want to fight with him now, "If you have to talk to your mother like this, go out." 

    "Don't like listening?" Zhan Zongyan liked to make Ruan Baichun upset, but now he was even more upset by the name Su Xiaoyan. 

    "Is that little lady still living in the hospital? I was just starting, and the speed was not fast. 20 km/h, Can it break people?" 

    "Swallow this back into your stomach," Ruan Baichun closed the company report. "Since Wuyou has been launched, from now on, Zhan Wuyou is the one who hit someone with the car . It has nothing to do with you."

Zhan Zongyan hummed, tacitly acquiescing. 

    "Okay, you can go out." Ruan Baichun rubbed her eyebrows. When Zhan Zongyan got up from the chair, she remembered one more thing and called him, "You will make an appointment with a doctor in a week. Don't eat fishy food." 

    Zhan Zongyan stopped abruptly when he left . After a long while, he walked away faster than before. 

    Ruan Baichun supported his forehead, also a little headache. 

    As they grew older, the two looked farther and farther apart. In order to prevent others from suspicious, a plastic surgery was necessary every few years. 

    Moreover, the kid Wuyou grew older, the more he had his own ideas, and he even took the initiative to put his name on the list of 'confusion'. 

    It was true that a big client picked this fledgling kid.

    Went to a French museum to steal ancient Egyptian golden masks? 

    If she remembered correctly, Yan Qing just negotiated an order for a French museum security system today, and it happened to be the golden mask that he need to protect.