Chapter 28: Uncle Qin, help me

Shi Yang was sitting on the grass with his hands on his cheeks, happily thinking about the colorful pictures, when suddenly a low-pitched voice came from above his head:

"What are you thinking about?"

Shi Yang's heart shuddered, and he subconsciously looked up at the person who was speaking, with the smile on his face still there.

Qin Yanchuan came over at some point and stood behind him.

The man changed into a comfortable dark home suit, with thin eyelids drooping, staring at Shi Yang with his amber eyes. The cinnabar mole under the end of his eye was particularly eye-catching in the dusk light, making people unable to take their eyes away.

Shi Yang felt empty in his heart, as if all the yellow garbage in his brain had been seen through.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled awkwardly, "Uncle Qin, when did you come here?"

When did you come here?

Qin Yanchuan put one hand in his pocket, recalling the scene he had just seen.

It started with Shi Yang chasing after Youzi heartlessly, then he caught the fat cat and said he wanted to be the best in the world with it, and finally he sat on the grass smiling brightly, no one knew what he was thinking.

Although Qin Yanchuan didn't know, he could guess that this kid was up to some evil idea in his mind.

He finally said, "You haven't told me what you were thinking about just now?"

The person in question was standing right next to him, so how could Shi Yang dare to have any evil thoughts? He touched the tip of his nose guiltily.

"Nothing, really nothing, I'm just having fun by myself."

Qin Yanchuan was certain this time that the person in front of him was up to something bad.

"It's time for dinner."

Shi Yang became energetic when he heard about dinner, and immediately stretched out his right hand to Qin Yanchuan, "Uncle Qin, then pull me up."

When he calls someone over, he is really rude.

Qin Yanchuan stood there, without moving, just silently looking down at the young man on the ground.

Only when the man felt uncomfortable did he condescend to stretch out his hand, grasp Shi Yang's palm with his slender and powerful five fingers, and pull the man up with a little force.

He lowered his eyes and scanned the bruises on Shi Yang's wrists. Suddenly, he felt that it was a bit annoying, and said casually, "I'll apply some medicine to you later."

After saying that, he walked towards the house.

Shi Yang followed behind him, muttering to himself, "You are the one who caused this injury. You should have applied medicine to me long ago."

As soon as he finished speaking, he bumped into Qin Yanchuan's back, and the other party suddenly stopped and turned to look at him.

"Blame me?"

The man's tall stature and the aura of superiority that emanated from his bones brought a strong sense of oppression.

Shi Yang looked over with a stiff face and said with a smile: "Of course I don't blame Uncle Qin, it's all my own fault."

Qin Yanchuan seemed quite satisfied with his answer and hummed, "I'm glad to know."

After saying that, he turned around and continued walking forward.

Shi Yang silently kicked at the figure in front of him, wishing he could kick the person in the butt.

Qin Yanchuan didn't stop walking or turn his head, "What? You want to kick me?"

"..." Shi Yang withdrew his foot in disappointment, and this time he was completely obedient.

What? Does Qin Yanchuan have eyes behind his back?

Shi Yang had just eaten a bowl of dessert not long ago, and had less than two bowls of rice for dinner, and the amount of food was also two-thirds of the usual amount.

With such a large appetite, Ye Yun couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

His aunt had complained to him a while ago, saying that Shi Yang was pretending all day long, and only ate half a bowl of rice for every meal and said he was full. Even the cat raised by Master Qin Zhuo ate more than him.

Shi Yang put down his bowl and chopsticks, wiped the corners of his mouth elegantly with a napkin, and smiled at the people at the table:

"I'm done. I don't have a good appetite today. You guys take your time."

Ye Yun:?

The other three uncles and nephews of the Qin family showed no reaction at all, apparently they were used to it.

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The night deepens.

Outside the villa, it was quiet except for the sound of insects.

It was one o'clock in the morning, and most people in the villa were asleep at this time.

Qin Yelan had just come out of the gym, all sweaty. As he walked upstairs, he cursed himself for being sick for running downstairs to work out in the middle of the night without sleeping.

Just because of a few casual words from a troublemaker.

outrageous.

After returning to the room, Qin Yelan threw his cell phone on the bed, smoothed his wet light blonde short hair, took some clean clothes and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

The sound of running water rang out in the bathroom, and at the same time, the cell phone lying on the bed began to vibrate.

The ringing sound was covered by the sound of running water and lasted for almost a minute before stopping.

In the bedroom on the other side, Shi Yang was lying on the bed, curled up slightly, his cheeks were flushed red, but his lips were bloodless, and his hair was wet with sweat, sticking to his skin.

Qin Yelan’s phone call was unreachable, so he had to hang up, and the sweat on his hands wet the screen.

I don’t know if it was because of the cold wind when he sat in Qin Yelan’s sports car in the morning and the cold wind when he sat in Qin Qiu’s motorcycle in the evening, but Shi Yang suddenly had a fever in the middle of the night while he was sleeping, which woke him up.

I touched his forehead and it was badly burned.

Shi Yang felt a little hot inside his body.

I had an allergic reaction twice just a few days after wearing it, and now I have a fever in the middle of the night.

Shi Yang's head was dizzy. He cursed in his heart while opening the address book again, finding Qin Zhu's number and calling him.

Haha, very good, still blocked.

Shi Yang pursed his dry lips and set his final target on Qin Yanchuan.

His fingertips landed on the contact with the note "Uncle Qin". Just as he was about to hit the dial button, a thought suddenly flashed through his unclear mind and his fingertips stopped moving.

Two minutes later.

Shi Yang supported his soft body and climbed out of the bed with great difficulty. He didn't even bother to put on his shoes. He walked outside barefoot on the wooden floor with unsteady steps.

The voice-activated lights in the corridor lit up as he walked. It was empty outside, without a single person in sight.

Shi Yang walked to the elevator holding the wall, took the elevator directly from the second floor to the third floor, and arrived in front of one of the bedrooms according to his memory.

After letting his emotions build up for a while, he raised his hand to knock on the door and shouted in a hoarse and broken voice:

"Uncle Qin... help, open the door."

"Uncle Qin, are you asleep? Ahem... If you are asleep, please don't sleep too deeply. Uncle Qin, do you hear me..."

"Uncle Qin..."

At the same time.

The door of the study room opposite the bedroom was tightly closed and the light inside was dim, with only a desk lamp on the table emitting a faint warm light.

Qin Yanchuan sat in front of the desk, his tall figure shrouded in the dim light, his expression blurred and difficult to discern.

The man held a sketch pencil in his bony right hand, his eyes slightly lowered, and his hand moved lightly and slowly as he drew something on the white drawing paper.

An indescribable silence and depression spread around.

Until a faint sound penetrated the door and came from outside.

It was vague and unclear, like someone calling out to his soul.