Unlimited Raiders Male God [Quick Transmigration]

He Yanchuan ([-])

Children always jump up very quickly, time flies, and in the blink of an eye, Chan Yu is 14 years old.

Every year, she makes preparations several days in advance, and goes back to City H to pay homage to her parents, but He Yanchuan never accompanies her. Normally, when Chanyu acted like a baby, the man would not be able to say a word of rejection, but only this matter, how can the little girl act like a baby? It doesn't work.

He didn't make excuses either, he just said to let her go by herself, and he would send someone to protect her.

The little girl was still unhappy, pursed her mouth, and looked at him suspiciously: "Isn't Uncle He a friend of mother, why..."

He Yanchuan didn't explain, but just raised his head and said calmly, "Ah-chan is good."

Chan Yu bit her lip, her eyes were moist, a little unwilling and aggrieved, but she didn't ask any more questions.

There was no response from the Wen family for the first few years.

He Yanchuan had also taken Chan Yu out to see the big world a few times, so he didn't need to pay attention to the small banquets.The man's status is very high, so he doesn't need to greet others, he just stays with Chan Yu to take care of him.

Chanyu noticed that many people were looking at them, their gazes were more fearful than curious, seeing He Yanchuan turning a blind eye, she didn't care, she played the role of a little girl, and occasionally tasted delicious food, Lahe Yanchuan bent down and took the snacks Leaning close to his mouth, his eyes smile into crescents.

"Uncle He, this is delicious, have a taste?"

He Yanchuan would basically not refuse, but he only tasted a very small sip, as if he was satisfying the little girl's wishes, and it seemed that he did it deliberately for the people around him to see.

Chanyu's family, the Wen family, took the bait.

At the banquet, a young man who was about the same age as Chan Yu was sent over to bring the topic to He Yanchuan step by step. Chan Yu was not stupid, not only did not let go, but also pushed the matter on He Yanchuan with a smile.

"That's it...but Uncle He won't be happy."

If the small one doesn't work, replace it with the big one.

Chan Yu didn't want to flirt with the delicately made-up woman in front of her, she pretended not to understand anything and reluctantly coped, when she raised her head, she happened to see He Yanchuan was out of trouble and walking towards this side.

Chan Yu's eyes lit up, and the woman also turned her head. The man's aura was polished by time and became more gentle and introverted, like jade and like old wine, so powerful, even the noble and beautiful appearance seemed insignificant.

Intoxicated and do not know the way back.

"Uncle He." The little girl called out crisply.

He Yanchuan skipped over the stunned woman, stopped beside Chan Yu, and asked with his eyes.

The corners of Chan Yu's lips lifted happily, and she said sleepily, "I'm sleepy, I want to go home."

"Mr. He..."

He Yanchuan leaned over slightly, took Chan Yu's hand: "Then we'll go home."

From the beginning to the end, from the beginning to the end, without giving the other half an inch of sight, Chan Yu faintly heard behind him saying——

"Make him proud! It's just a bastard..."

"Shh-"

She could hear it, He Yanchuan must have heard it, she looked at him sideways, the man's face was calm, as if nothing had happened, he has become more and more restrained these years, making it difficult for anyone to see his thoughts, and... more and more boring.

Even the expression is tired.

For example, at this moment, He Yanchuan caught Chan Yu squarely, and the latter blinked innocently, but didn't ask anything.

On the car back, Chan Yu chattered about what happened just now to He Yanchuan, looking very excited. He Yanchuan had half-closed his eyes to rest, and lifted his eyelids to remind her: "Didn't you say you were sleepy?"

Chan Yu hurriedly begged for mercy: "Uncle He, I was wrong."

She always likes to admit her mistakes first, as if this way the man can no longer deal with her.

Admittedly, the same is true.

He Yanchuan was silent again, Chan Yu suddenly approached, brushing away a strand of hair that fell on his forehead.

He Yanchuan is thirty this year, his appearance hasn't changed much from the first time he saw it, he doesn't look old, but he's getting more profound, like the celadon wares that have been handed down for centuries, like ice and jade, pure and high-quality; It opened quite a bit, showing the figure of a young girl. Since that time, she has never sat on He Yanchuan's lap again, and it is not appropriate to sit on it now.

He Yanchuan opened his eyes, and his black pupils glowed faintly in the shadows.

"Uncle He." Chan Yu didn't feel scared, she called out in a low voice, she pursed her lips, willful and stingy: "I hate the way that person looked at you just now, I hate them looking at you like this."

He Yanchuan raised his hand, and politely pushed her back to the original position, closed his eyes again, and there was no more movement.

After a long while, he said.

"—Ah Chan, be good."

Chan Yu pursed her lips hard, with a hint of resentment, don't start, don't look at him again.

Going back that night, and even in the next few days, when they met each other at dinner, the conversation between the two has decreased a lot, Chan Yu is still the same as usual, going upstairs after dinner, doing homework and drawing.

One morning when she was 12 years old, she met the man who was sitting quietly reading a newspaper in the sunshine, and Chanyu suddenly proposed to learn to draw. He Yanchuan nodded without asking why, and found a reliable one for her that day. The teacher is here.

Chan Yu probably inherited her father's talent for painting, and she learned it so well that even the teacher who taught her was amazed. The little girl blushed and looked at He Yanchuan expectantly after hearing the teacher's praise.

The man patted her head: "Ah-chan is so smart."

The tone is neither happy nor sad.

He Yanchuan never mentioned his parents in front of Chan Yu. He didn't know if he was afraid of hurting her, or he didn't want to mention it, or because he had nothing to say. In any case, he did not treat Chan Yu badly in raising Chan Yu.

He Yanchuan doesn't care whether Chanyu's paintings are good or not, or how good her academic performance is... He just pampers her with a pampering attitude. It's impossible for a person like him not to know that this way will spoil her, but He Yanchuan still does it again.

As early as when Chan Yu was in school, she proposed to tidy up a study room for her, learned to paint, and offered to get her a studio, but Chan Yu refused all of them. No matter homework or painting, they were all done in the space of her own room.

Writing and writing, painting and changing.

A few days before the banquet, one day, Chan Yu suddenly called and asked the housekeeper to send someone to pick her up.

He Yanchuan was not at home at that time, and when Chan Yu came back, he was there. The little girl was stunned when she saw him, and then pursed her lips until the color of her lips was surprisingly bright. He kept running upstairs.

Hearing the sound of the door closing heavily from above, He Yanchuan turned his head and asked the housekeeper, "What's wrong with her?"

Chan Yu is a good student at school and never goes home without reason.

The housekeeper smiled and narrowed his eyes, and said with relief, "Miss Chan Yu, you are finally a big girl now."

He Yanchuan is easy to understand.

He nodded his head dignifiedly, didn't do anything, and continued to read in the same posture as before, but the words on the paper were densely packed, and he couldn't read a single sentence.

When it was dinner time, Chan Yu didn't go downstairs either. He Yanchuan waved his hand to tell the servants not to call her. Hearing from the maid who took care of Chan Yu that she had no appetite and didn't want to eat, she still ordered the kitchen to prepare something suitable.

He ate well and the kitchen was finished.

Several hours have passed since Chan Yu returned home, and He Yanchuan finally asked a little about Chan Yu's situation. It is said that for the first time, he was not quite used to it, and he caught a bit of cold outside, making it very uncomfortable.

He Yanchuan lowered his head and narrowed his eyes, and said to the person who delivered the food, "Give it to me."

After He Yanchuan knocked on the door, he waited at Chan Yu's door for nearly 2 minutes without hearing a sound. Thinking that she might have fallen asleep, he turned the doorknob and walked in by himself.

There was no one on the bed, but there was a sound of water coming from the toilet. He Yanchuan didn't know what to think, and his eyes darkened.

Accompanied by the sound of unfalling water, Chan Yu came out, seeing He Yanchuan who appeared out of nowhere in the room, she was completely stunned, seeing that he was going to put food on the bedside table, Chan Yu's scalp was numb.

Hastily shouted: "Wait—"

He Yanchuan stopped, and Chan Yu, regardless of her current body, quickly rushed to the head of the bed, randomly stuffed the picture album on the top into the cabinet, He Yanchuan glanced, and said nothing.

After Chan Yu finished, she felt that her actions were too abrupt, so she was extremely embarrassed to stand there.

He Yanchuan put down his things, and asked softly, "How do you feel?"

Chan Yu's consciousness has not yet recovered, and she said dryly: "It's pretty good."

Even though He Yanchuan was a man, he knew how could this feeling be good?

He chuckled, He Yanchuan laughed less and less these years, but at this moment, Chan Yu was not only not happy, her face was flushed with shame, she had grown up and knew what shame was.

He Yanchuan didn't tease her anymore, seeing that she was dressed thickly, he waved to Chanyu again: "Achan, come here and eat."

"I'm not hungry." Chan Yu resisted.

He Yanchuan persuaded with good words: "You will continue to look like this for several days, do you want to break yourself before it leaves?"

Chan Yu suddenly raised her head, frowned, her eyes were saying "Why did they tell you this too?", but her mouth said honestly: "I just don't have an appetite right now, I don't want to eat, when I'm hungry..."

He Yanchuan interrupted her: "Are you planning to dig through the refrigerator like a thief, or is someone getting up late at night to get you something to eat?"

Chan Yu's eyes widened, full of disbelief, she couldn't imagine that these words came from He Yanchuan's mouth, but if the person in front of her is not him, who could it be?

The man continued: "Be good, Ah-chan. It's not good to eat cold food."

—Be obedient, Ah-chan.

Chanyu had no resistance to these two words. Although she was still frowning, she walked towards He Yanchuan. The man handed him chopsticks, and Chanyu stared at his hand in a daze for a while, until He Yanchuan spoke again. After yelling "A-chan", she slowly regained her senses, took the chopsticks, and ate the rice in small bites.

Over the years, she has been raised very well by He Yanchuan.

The original pointy chin grew some flesh, but this year it entered the flowering season, and it tended to be pointed again. The facial features became more beautiful and watery, but the eyes were as clear as ever, like a clear spring in the mountains. Ding dong flowing.

The little girl's stature has been raised a lot, the arms, calves, and fingers have been removed from the small flesh, stretched, and become slender, but the skin is still white and tender, exposing the sunken collarbone at the neck. At this moment, the little girl is eating with her head down , with a straight back, like an elegant and noble white swan.

She should be studying ballet, not painting.

He Yanchuan watched her eat for a while, and then looked away. Someone knocked on the door and brought up a hot water bottle. It was still in midsummer, and it was for her to use for pain relief.

He Yanchuan opened the door and took it. Seeing that Chanyu wanted to eat again, he took it to Chanyu's bed. Chanyu turned around and saw that He Yanchuan was about to stuff a hot water bottle into her head——

"Uncle He—don't!"

It's too late to stop it.

It was as if the pause button had been pressed on He Yanchuan's body, and there was no more sound in the world. Immediately, like a slow motion in a movie, he slowly pulled his hand out of the quilt, and held it in front of his eyes to have a look.

Chan Yu was not far away from him, so she could also see the little red spots on his fingertips.

He Yanchuan's face was calm, but his movements were as if in a daze. He squeezed his fingers together and twisted the filthy red patch. The corners of his lips were slightly parted. Extravagant Yan.

He is completely different from usual.

It's not like him, but it can't be said that it is harmonious and natural.

Chan Yu's voice trembled: "Uncle He, don't..."

"Baby--"

He Yanchuan called her, the smile on his lips deepened, and his eyes were dark and dark: "You missed it."