Quick Wear: The Pure Beauty Becomes the Boss's Favorite

A week later.

Yan Ziqian was discharged from the hospital smoothly, and the elder who picked him up was not his parents but his uncle.

Yan Yuanting and his wife were busy cleaning up the mess Yan Ziqian had made earlier, and they also had to deal with the scolding from the old man and the old woman.

When Mr. and Mrs. Yan learned that their eldest grandson was beaten into the hospital, they almost beat their eldest son. If it weren't for Yan Yichen's kind words of persuasion, Yan Yuanting, who was over 40 years old, would have been beaten by his own parents.

The youngest son and the eldest grandson have always been the old man’s treasures.

Both Yan Yichen and Yan Ziqian are the old couple's darlings, whom they hold in their hands for fear of dropping them and hold in their mouths for fear of melting them. However, relatively speaking, between the youngest son and the eldest grandson, the old couple cares for and loves the youngest son more.

The old couple stopped fighting only after Yan Yichen mediated.

不然，把亲儿子揍进医院的晏远亭高低要尝尝爱的胖揍。

Although Yan Yuanting escaped the disaster, he still had to clean up the mess for Zaoxin Haoer.

Who made Yan Ziqian do so many ridiculous things!

The stories of Young Master Yan being crazy about love could never be told in three days and three nights!

While Mrs. Yan was busy with work, she was looking for a master to exorcise the evil spirit for her son who was suspected to be possessed by evil spirits, which made Yan Ziqian feel more and more like a social death.

Fortunately, Yan Ziqian's good brother comforted him in time.

Wei Tingjun originally wanted to personally beat up Yan Ziqian and Qiao Shuyue to wake them up, but Yan Ziqian got beaten up ahead of time and became sober.

This made him feel very happy and relieved.

So much so that Yan Ziqian could see Wei Tingjun almost every day while he was in the hospital.

That day Yan Ziqian was discharged from the hospital and Wei Tingjun came again.

Then he met Yan Ziqian's uncle, the Second Master Yan, who had only appeared when he was young and was also their role model on their road to growth.

He had seen the ambitious Yan Ziqian when he was young, but he didn't take it seriously at that time because sooner or later he would be better than the other.

At that time, I had no other thoughts except not to admit defeat.

When he was young, he just wanted to compete with the other party to see who was better, but when he grew up, he saw the Second Master Yan again and wanted to have sex with him.

Wei Tingjun, realizing what he was thinking, wanted to slap himself twice to wake himself up.

Damn! What the hell is he thinking about?

Yan Yichen is his brother's uncle and his elder, how could he have such thoughts!

Yan Ziqian changed out of his hospital gown, put on new clothes, followed Yan Yichen out of the ward with great ambition, and looked into the distance with a smile on his face.

"Great! I'm finally discharged from the hospital!"

"Finally, I don't have to be surrounded by doctors, guards, or the masters my parents hired."

“The sky is so blue, the clouds are so white, and freedom is so good!”

Yan Yichen looked helplessly at his nephew who was as free and unrestrained as a bird out of a cage.

The young man has an upright posture and a gentle temperament.

There was a faint smile on that handsome face, and his bright eyes were slightly curved.

Wei Tingjun stood beside Yan Ziqian, looking at his friend's uncle calmly.

As time went by, he was hooked and became a black carp.

The rebellious and unruly look in the boy's eyes and eyebrows gradually disappeared with Yan Yichen's faint smile.

He had lived for nineteen years, and today was the first time he felt such a pounding heart.

Maybe he should just follow his heart.

Who says rabbits don’t eat grass near their burrows? He thinks the grass near his burrows is super delicious.

Yan Ziqian, my good brother, please help me!

Having made up his mind, Wei Tingjun put his arm around Yan Ziqian's shoulders, ready to ask his good brother about Yan Yichen's ideal type and personal hobbies.

"Brother, I need your help."

Yan Ziqian looked at Wei Tingjun blankly, staring at his sneaky good brother in confusion.

"What favor? Just tell me."

Wei Tingjun glanced at the young man driving in front of him and asked curiously, "Does your uncle have an ideal type? What does he like to do?"

Yan Ziqian scratched his head. "My uncle has high standards. He is either busy with company affairs or in the laboratory tinkering with drugs. He has always refused to fall in love. My parents and grandparents have tried to arrange blind dates for him many times but to no avail."

"Why are you asking this? Want to introduce him to someone? I advise you to give up!"

"My family doesn't urge him to get married anymore."

Wei Tingjun tutted, "What nonsense are you talking about? Who wants to introduce him to a girl?"

He clearly wanted to introduce himself to Yan Yichen.

Yan Ziqian stared at his strange friend and asked in confusion, "What do you want to do? My uncle is not interested in romance."

Upon hearing this, Wei Tingjun rolled his eyes at Yan Ziqian.

"... You big fool, it would be better if you could share some of your love brain with President Yan."

Yan Ziqian slapped away the other person's hand on his shoulder and said angrily: "If you call me love-brained again, don't blame me for turning my back on you!"

Who is in love? He is not!

Wei Tingjun crossed his arms and complained, "Who gave Qiao Shuyue a car, a house, and money? Who would turn against his family for a woman?"

"You've already done it, are you still afraid of what I say?"

Yan Ziqian sneered, raised his hand, grabbed Wei Tingjun's shoulders and shook him wildly.

"You still mention whether we are good brothers!"

"If it weren't for that evil woman, I would never have done those stupid things."

Wei Tingjun pushed away the aggrieved Yan Ziqian and looked at his autistic friend with the loving eyes of an elder looking at a mentally retarded junior.

"Okay, stay away from her from now on."

"Anyway, I've discovered that you, Jiang Anbo, and Xu Kaizhou have been having intermittent convulsions since they met Qiao Shuyue. Each one is more abnormal than the last."

"At least you have come to your senses and turned back, but I see that the other two are still stuck in the mud and can't extricate themselves, feeling jealous of Qiao Shuyue every day."

To be honest, he really didn't understand.

He and the other three were heirs carefully cultivated by the family. They had seen what they should have seen, and it was impossible for them not to see Qiao Shuyue's intentions.

But he was the only one sober among the four.

Be it his good brother, or the pretentious Jiang Anbo and the sinister Xu Kaizhou whom he dislikes, they are all so fascinated by Qiao Shuyue that they have lost their IQ.

This wave of operations made him admire it very much.

He seriously suspected that Qiao Shuyue was God's biological daughter, and that the four chosen ones of S City were all wild children picked up by God.

Yan Ziqian stroked his chin and said, "I think Qiao Shuyue must have some magic on her, otherwise I wouldn't have gone so crazy before."

If his parents and uncle hadn't woken him up, he might still be hanging around Qiao Shuyue, and no one could make him wake up.

After all, Wei Tingjun had scolded him many times before, but he was still led by Qiao Shuyue.

"Let's go." Wei Tingjun pulled Yan Ziqian, who was lost in thought, into Yan Yichen's car. "At least you have come to your senses. This is better than anything else."

"That's right." Yan Ziqian nodded in agreement and turned to look at Yan Yichen who was driving. "Uncle, do you think I should transfer to another school?"

He was afraid that if he met Qiao Shuyue again, he would go crazy again.

Yan Yichen said gently: "No need to do that. Once I have collected evidence of Qiao Shuyue's crimes, I will naturally send this woman to where she should go."

Yan Ziqian blinked and said, "Oh~"

It seems that his uncle is planning to send Qiao Shuyue to prison for life.

I have to say, this is my uncle’s style of doing things.