Inherited a magic weapon shop after rebirth

into the night.

In the Qin family mansion, Qin Junyan is working at the desk with his deputy Zhang Qingshu.

Taking advantage of this opportunity when everyone thought he was not good enough, he wanted to rectify the Qin family.

Before Qi Rong was not around, he didn't care, which made some people fatter. Now that Qi Rong has entered the Qin family, he will naturally arrange everything so that those filthy things will not stain Qi Rong's eyes.

"Boss Qin, the bait has been released." Deputy Zhang said to him.

Qin Junyan hummed lightly, and continued to look through various documents, and glanced at the time on the watch from time to time.

The minute hand moved little by little, he silently estimated in his heart that it was almost time, he put away his things and rubbed his cheeks to adjust his expression.

Not long after, with a "click", Qi Rong opened the door and walked in, carrying the heat from the bath just now, and yawned gracefully as he walked.

"Sleepy?" Qin Junyan asked in a low voice.

Qi Rong didn't pay attention, and almost bumped into him, he hugged him and put him on the bed, and even found a towel to wipe his hair.

"It's almost time." Qi Rong reminded him.

He just got stuck and went back to the room.

Qin Junyan clenched the towel tightly, a trace of bewilderment appeared on his serious face.

"I..." He pursed his lips and said hesitantly, "Can you stop hiding from me? Did I do something wrong?"

Qi Rong missed the way he was staring at him. Damn it, he actually felt that Qin Junyan was wronged, as if he had done something heinous and unforgivable to him.

"No. It's late, I'm going to bed." He spread the quilt and got in, with his back to Qin Junyan.

Qin Junyan's Adam's apple rolled, his fingertips were about to move, and he really wanted to hug him like in the dark.

"Wipe your hair dry before going to sleep." Qin Junyan was very insistent on this matter related to Qi Rong's body.

Then he licked his lips, carefully hooked Qi Rong's hair, and lightly touched the back of his neck with calloused fingers.

It's easy to leave, it's quite green.

Terrible!Qi Rong shivered, quickly turned over, and opened his eyes wide, is Qin Junyan flirting with him//?

Is this still the emperor who only knows about marching and fighting, and the country and the country?

Taking advantage of Qi Rong's wild thoughts, Qin Junyan half-pushed and half-pulled Qi Rong out of the bed, and rubbed his hair with unfamiliar movements.

During the period, because of his unskilledness, he even pulled out a few hairs of Qi Rong.

"Sorry, it's my first time to brush someone's hair." He looked slightly embarrassed.

Feeling the real strength, Qi Rong lowered his head and thought, not everyone is like him, who died without drinking Meng Po soup, and returned to the world with those long-forgotten memories.

To Qin Junyan in front of him, he is just a brand new stranger, and he is also a stranger who he wants to treat sincerely, but the other party doesn't know how to be interested.

Burning fire on someone who doesn't know anything...

Qi Rong felt guilty.

"Okay, I'll do it myself." Qi Rong grabbed the towel in Qin Junyan's hand and said stiffly:

"You also pack up quickly. It will be an hour in a few minutes. Be careful that I will ignore you and let you lie on the ground and sleep for a day."

Seeing his softening attitude, Qin Junyan curled his mouth slightly, and twirled his fingers, as if he could still feel the softness on Qi Rong's neck.

In the early morning, Qi Rong was already sound asleep.

Qin Junyan's soul left his body and sat beside him.

During the day, one-tenth of his robbed luck came back. Thinking of how Qi Rong got close to the crew of "Great Summer" recently, he probably knew that it was Qi Rong who solved it.

The thin air luck was like a layer of light golden veil covering his head, like a canopy.

He stared at Qi Rong for a while, then stretched out his hand, a ray of luck from the canopy automatically came out and landed in his palm.

Then he was gently sent into Qi Rong's body.

After Qi entered the body, Qi Rong's slightly frowning brows relaxed, and the fit between soul and body gradually improved.

After reaching the level where he could fall into a dream, Qin Junyan withdrew his hand in satisfaction, hugged him vaguely, closed his eyes, and sank into Qi Rong's dream.

In the dream, when he had just joined Qin Junyan's command, a group of heroic youths had just won a battle and held a celebration banquet, and they would never return home drunk.

As a newcomer, Qi Rong was given a lot of alcohol, and he sat lazily behind the table, leaning on his chin with one hand, seeming to be asleep, his face blushed due to drunkenness.

"Master Qi, are you drunk?" A voice that was approaching and distant came into his ears.

Qi Rong blinked his watery eyes, trying hard to identify the person in front of him.

"No—" he retorted loudly, in fact, his voice sounded like a soft and rebellious kitten, whimpering.

After that, someone grabbed his waist and led him out of the noisy celebration banquet.

Qi Rong twisted his neck in a daze, always feeling a pair of burning big hands on the back of his neck, and they were not honestly moving around.

"Don't move..." He waved but was caught.

"Arong." The other party sighed comfortably, and he opened his eyes in a trance, only seeing the cold armor in front of him.

His fingertips felt soft, as if someone had touched his fingertips.

The galaxy is rewinding, drunk and ignorant.

……

Waking up the next day, Qi Rong clutched his neck and moaned///groaned.

He has a stiff neck.