Kunzi overheard something next to him. He rubbed his hands and asked cautiously, "Master Qi, is there anything wrong with you at home?"
"This project is up to you." Qi Yan did not answer. He directly opened the door, returned to the driver's seat, and left with a foot on the accelerator, as if there was something urgent to do.
Kunzi waved his hand at the rear of the car and shouted, "Don't worry."
The car drove all the way to the European-style Dabie field in the suburbs. Qi Yan drove the car into the front yard. Before he could park, he hurriedly got off the car.
The old housekeeper had been waiting at the door for a long time. When he saw that Master Qi came back, he immediately greeted him. He still bowed his waist 90 degrees: "Master Qi, you're back."
Qi Yan crossed over the housekeeper and strode into the room. There was no child in the living room, and only two maids were cleaning.
At this moment, Qi Yan had stabilized his anxious mood. He took off his coat. His face was as cold as ever, and his tone seemed to careless and asked, "Where's that little boy?"
The housekeeper took the suit jacket from Qi Yan, smoothed it, and put it on his wrist: "He's tired of crying, so he fell asleep."
Qi Yan took out the small round bell in his pocket, senged it in the palm of his hand, and casually asked, "Where is he?"
"In the rightmost guest room on the second floor." The housekeeper did not dare to put the little boy in Master Qi's bed to sleep, so he could only arrange it in the guest room.
Qi Yan did not continue to ask questions. In front of the housekeeper, he turned around and walked towards the study.
But Qi Yan only stayed in the study for two minutes and went to the guest room at the far right end of the corridor.
Qi Yan walked gently to the door, opened a thin crack in the door, and glanced inside. He only saw a pair of white velvet rabbit ears on the pillow.
Perhaps because he smelled the smell he were familiar with, the rabbits' ears suddenly moved, and then a small head came out of the quilt. There were still dry tears on the small white jade face, which looked like they had been bullied.
mtl'rs note: idk but he's just so cute even if he's a crybaby and coquettish wtF
Seeing that the little boy had woken up, Qi Yan opened the door completely and walked inside.
The little boy was not afraid of the terrible momentum on his body at all. He lifted the quilt, went to the ground with his bare feet, and ran to the man.
After jumping into the man's arms, there was a soft cry in his little mouth, as if he had suffered a great grievance: "Wow~"
For so many years, Qi Yan got used to it alone. Suddenly, there was a little boy waiting for him at home to come back. He softened somewhere in his heart, raised his hand and gently put it on the top of the little boy's hair.
Noting that the little boy was stepping on the cold tiles barefoot, Qi Yan quickly picked him up and took him back to bed.
As soon as the little boy stuck to him, he refused to come down or go back to bed.
Qi Yan knew that once the little boy stuck, he couldn't tear it off. He had never seen such a sticky child, which was more than glue.
However, Qi Yan knew that this little boy just liked the smell of medicine from the bell, and the bell was on him, so he stuck to him so much.
Thinking of this, Qi Yan's face was a little cold for no reason. He had asked his men to investigate the origin of the little guy.
As soon as he thought of this, news came from his men. There was very little information they could investigate. All they knew was that the little boy was indeed photographed from overseas. As for the little boy's previous background, it was unknown.
Although he was sure that the little boy was not sent by the Qi family to seduce him, Qi Yan was not at ease at all. He felt that the little boy must have been raised by someone in the past, because the medicine in the bell smelled more like pheromones. This smell made Qi Yan unhappy, as if his territory was being raised and marked by others.
Qi Yan directly crushed the small round bell with his hand, and the medicine contained in it was also exposed. He called the housekeeper and asked the housekeeper to take the medicine to analyze the ingredients. He didn't want someone's pheromone in the medicine.
But the last thing he wanted to come was finally. The housekeeper said that the brown medicine was actually a gland after special treatment.
Who will cut off his glands, put it into this little bell, and then wear it on the little boy's body, so as to appease the little boy's mood at any time. This is still the first time for Qi Yan to see this.
This little boy must have stuck to him like now, the owner of this gland. Qi Yan didn't expect that he had become a substitute. No, to be precise, he was not even a substitute, but just a human-shaped pillow.
MTL'rs note: poor qi yan lmao ٩( ᗒᗨᗕ )۶