Chapter 122: Uncle and nephew compete for the target

I don't know when the music in the box stopped.

Yu Chengze and the other three fell into a deathly silence. They looked at each other, and read the same emotion in each other's eyes.

Shi Yang didn't make much noise when he was drunk. He didn't struggle when Qin Yanchuan held him in his arms. Instead, he raised his hands to hold his neck, rubbed his head against his chest, and closed his eyes comfortably.

Qin Yanchuan lowered his eyes and glanced at the person in his arms, then turned and walked out.

Halfway through the walk, he realized that he had forgotten someone, so he stopped and turned to look at the corner of the sofa.

His nephew was still lying there sleeping.

After a moment, Qin Yanchuan's gaze shifted to the four young men standing aside, "You..."

Yu Chengze raised his hand and responded positively: "We will help Brother Long down now!"

"Well, thank you for your help."

Qin Yanchuan continued to walk out holding Shi Yang.

Yu Chengze and Li Si supported Qin Yelan on the left and right and followed behind. Liu Shun also pulled Yang Zan and followed quietly behind to watch the excitement.

A few minutes later, several people arrived at the parking lot outside the club.

Qin Yanchuan held Shi Yang in one hand as if he were holding a child, and freed his other hand to open the passenger door.

He bent down, put the person in, and fastened his seat belt.

Yu Chengze and Li Si also helped the drunk Qin Yelan into the back seat of the car.

"Uncle Qin, please drive carefully."

Qin Yanchuan responded, then bent down and sat in the driver's seat, took off his coat and covered Shi Yang with it.

Soon, the black Maybach started and gradually merged into the traffic flow under the night sky.

The remaining four young men stood there, feeling the whistling cold wind and watching the car driving away in silence.

A few seconds later, a single syllable full of energy and true emotion floated in the cold wind: "Fuck!"

"What's going on with Brother Lu's uncle?"

"It's not right. Nine times out of ten it's not right."

Isn't it said in the circle that Shi Yang is arrogant and domineering, loves vanity, does not have the fate of the young master but has his illness, is naughty all the time, and is very unwelcome in the Qin family?

What is the situation now?

Qin Yelan is fine, but why is Qin's uncle so close to Shi Yang, drinking the wine he has drunk and even hugging him like a princess?

Yu Chengze raised his hand and pinched himself, "Oh my god, is Douyacai going to become Brother Long's aunt in the future?"

Liu Shun: "Uncle and nephew are competing for a partner?"

Li Si chuckled and said, "It's not impossible. I don't think Shi Yang is as the rumor says. It's quite interesting."

Yang Zan snorted with disdain. How could Qin Yanchuan and Qin Yelan look down on that boy?

Blind.

On the other side, a black car was driving steadily on the road.

Qin Yelan drank the most and was sleeping soundly in the back seat.

Shi Yang felt dizzy. He grabbed the seat belt in front of him with both hands, his head tilted towards the car window, and he muttered something.

There was a crossroads ahead, and Qin Yanchuan stopped the car at the traffic light.

The people beside him were still muttering, he leaned forward slightly and moved Shi Yang's tilted head towards him.

As the distance got closer, Qin Yanchuan could roughly hear what Shi Yang was mumbling.

"Male models are great, male models are great..."

"Next time, next time I'll order ten, no, a hundred."

"That's great, I'll go again next time."

“…”

An ambiguous chuckle escaped from the depths of Qin Yanchuan's throat, and then he raised his hand and pinched Shi Yang's jaw with a force that was neither light nor heavy.

Shi Yang's words became even more unclear, and he was mumbling something.

The carriage was filled with the smell of alcohol.

The neon lights on both sides of the street shone through the car window and were reflected in the man's deep eyes.

He slowly stroked the boy's fair and delicate cheeks with his thin fingertips, and his eyes were filled with unfathomable depths.

After dozens of seconds, the green light came on, Qin Yanchuan withdrew his hand and continued driving.

At this time, Shi Yang tilted his head towards the driver's seat and continued to mutter incoherently:

"But...but they are not as good as Qin Yanchuan...that old guy..."

There was a lot of traffic outside, and a car horn sounded not far away, making a shrill sound.

But Qin Yanchuan still heard clearly the whispers coming from the side, especially the three words "old boy".

His hands gripping the steering wheel tightened silently, his jawline slightly tensed, and the corners of his lips, which were almost pursed into a straight line, slightly lifted up, but only for a moment.

It also took about half an hour to get back to the Qin family from the club.

As soon as the black car came to a stop in the underground garage, the cell phone in Shi Yang's pocket began to vibrate, which seemed a bit out of place in the quiet car.

Shi Yang seemed to have fallen asleep, but he still retained some consciousness. He closed his eyes and slowly searched his body for a while before he took out the still vibrating cell phone.

The thin eyelids with a light red tint opened a crack, and then the fingertips slid to the right and answered the call.

"Wow? Who is it?"

Two concise words came from the other end of the phone: "Qin Zhuo."

"Qin...Qin what?"

"Qin Zhuo."

"What...what day?"

Qin Qi felt something was wrong as soon as he heard Shi Yang's voice, and now he is even more certain.

His stern brows slightly frowned, "Have you been drinking? Where?"

While Shi Yang was speaking, his entire body seemed boneless, and his upper body slowly fell to the left, while he was still answering Qin Qi's words in a daze:

"Ah... I don't know."

Qin Yanchuan, who was standing next to them, listened to the conversation between the two.

Seeing that Shi Yang was about to fall, Qin Yanchuan reached out and supported his head. At the same time, he took his mobile phone and called "Xiao Zhou" to his nephew on the other end of the phone.

Hearing his uncle's voice, Qin Qian was silent for two seconds.

Qin Yanchuan seemed not to notice his nephew's agitation and continued, "We are in the underground garage, come down."

This time Qin Qi responded, "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Qin Yanchuan got out of the car, walked around to the passenger side and opened the door.

He bent down and unbuckled Shi Yang's seat belt, then stuffed his cell phone into Shi Yang's coat pocket, and then picked up Daheng in the same posture.

It was a skillful move, as if he had done it a thousand times.

Qin Yanchuan closed the car door, hugged the person in his arms, turned and walked towards the elevator.

As I approached, the elevator made a "ding" sound and opened to both sides automatically.

Qin Juan, who was wearing home clothes, was standing inside. When the elevator door opened, he also saw the scene opposite.

Only one meter away, his uncle was standing in front of the elevator with someone in his arms.

Qin Zhuo's emotionless gaze fell on Shi Yang. The young man's head was resting safely on his uncle's chest, his eyes were closed, and his cheeks were flushed.

Shi Yang was still wearing his uncle's coat.

A very intimate picture.

Even a good match.