Yan Chuyang turned his face away and ignored him. After a moment of silence, he suddenly remembered something, then turned his head and asked, "What did you call the senior outside?"
Guiltyly avoiding the boy's scrutiny, Wei Qing pulled the bench closer to the boy, pulled his hand over, gently tore off the medical tape on the back of the boy's hand, looked at the bruised needle, and massaged him distressedly , pursing his lips and saying:
"I didn't say anything, but he was looking for me to provoke me. I have a high quality and ignored him."
Yan Chuyang twitched her lips: "A gentle and gentle person like the senior will challenge you?"
Wei Qing's face froze, and he snorted coldly: "Gold and jade are outside, and there are many failures inside. You are young, and you will never see the darkness in those people's hearts."
Yan Chuyang wrinkled his nose and said nothing. After a moment of silence, he said cautiously: "We two... You didn't tell him about our marriage, did you?"
Wei Qing paused for a moment, but returned to normal in an instant, and said solemnly: "No, I promised you that as long as you don't want to tell, I won't tell anyone."
Yan Chuyang breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."
Wei Qing's heart was full of boredom and discomfort, and he said softly after a moment of frustration: "When will you graduate?"
Yan Chuyang lowered his eyes and calculated: "I am now in the first semester of my junior year, and there is still a year and a half left."
Wei Qing hummed, and said casually: "When you graduate, can you announce that we are married?"
"No!" Yan Chuyang suddenly raised his head.
Wei Qing's face froze, and the cold light in his eyes couldn't be stopped no matter what: "Why did you change your mind again, you just told me that you can graduate after graduation!"
Yan Chuyang clicked his tongue, drooped his eyes, pinched the corner of the quilt with his fingers and muttered: "I will only be twenty-one when I graduate, and I haven't even reached the legal wedding day yet."
"Then what?"
"I promised my grandma that I won't get married until the wedding day." Saying this, Yan Chuyang sighed, "Although I want to announce it to the public earlier, how can a man live in love and love? Study hard, and wait until you are twenty-two before you tell the outside world about your marriage."
Wei Qing was bleeding from his tangled appearance, he leaned over with a suppressed smile, and kissed the boy hard on the forehead: "Okay, okay, I won't force you, we'll announce it when we're twenty-two, okay? "
Yan Chuyang's ears turned red, and he nodded slightly.
Wei Qing took off his suit jacket and put it on Yan Chuyang, straightened his neckline and said, "I went to the inpatient department to ask the doctor just now, and he said that you are doing well now and you don't need to be hospitalized for the time being. The hospital environment is not good. Okay, let's go home and get it done, shall we?"
Yan Chuyang nodded, and obediently raised his arms to ask Wei Qing to help him put on a somewhat loose coat. He buttoned it and looked up and asked, "I haven't gone through the discharge procedures yet, can I go now?"
"Okay." Wei Qing pursed his lips, "I called my assistant and asked him to come and help with it tomorrow."
Yan Chuyang hummed and said, "Okay."
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It was past ten o'clock in the evening when we drove home.
Wei Qing put him on the sofa and went into the kitchen to cook. Yan Chuyang was covered with a blanket and watched TV on the sofa. After the fever subsided, his body was terribly weak and he had no energy to do other things.
It's not advisable to eat too greasy food at night, so Wei Qing made a bowl of vegetable porridge and served it out.
What Yan Chuyang dislikes most on weekdays is vegetable porridge. He always thinks that vegetables will have a strange taste after being stewed in the pot, but after being sick for a day and starving, he didn't dislike it. He just held the bowl, Gululu drank up half a bowl of porridge.
Wei Qing fed him the medicine again, and then put away his bowl and said, "Do you still have the strength to wash? If you don't have the strength, go to sleep and rinse your mouth first today."
"No." Yan Chuyang tugged at the blanket and shook his head, "I have a cleanliness habit. If I go to bed without brushing my teeth, I will feel uncomfortable."
Wei Qing sneered, shook his head and said, "I've been with you for so long, I really haven't noticed that you have a cleanliness."
Yan Chuyang pursed her mouth: "You pull me, I'm going to the bathroom to brush my teeth."
Wei Qing supported the boy's shoulders, pulled him up from the sofa, and carried him to the bathroom.
Wei Qing turned on the faucet, squeezed toothpaste for the boy, handed it to him and said, "You wash up first, I'll go upstairs and fix the bed for you, and I'll come over and hug you to sleep later."
Yan Chuyang took over the toothbrush, raised his head and took a sip of the cold water in the mouthwash cup, rinsed his mouth and spat out, "I see, help me take out the thinner quilt from the cabinet. It's hot, I want to sleep with that."
Wei Qing nodded, turned around and left the bathroom.
Yan Chuyang was brushing his teeth in the bathroom, while Wei Qing went upstairs to make him a quilt.
To be honest, Wei Qing seldom went upstairs to see Yan Chuyang's bedroom on weekdays. On the one hand, he was too lazy to go up, and on the other hand, he always had a strange feeling when he entered Yan Chuyang's room.
Just like now, looking at the white cotton bathrobe thrown casually on the bed, he will suddenly breathe and heat up.
Yan Chuyang has a habit of always going upstairs in a bathrobe after taking a shower, that is to say, when he sleeps, he will take off naked, revealing his shoulders, chest, long legs, slender waist, and Yes, a round butt.....
Forehead…... ...
Feeling a burst of warmth in his nose, Wei Qing hastily raised his head and touched his nose. Fortunately, there was no nosebleed.
The man let out a long mouthful to calm the restlessness in his chest, walked slowly to the edge of the bed and sat down, gently touching the boy's pillow.
Soft, just like his hair, warm and comfortable to rub.
Like a thief, Wei Qing looked outside the door, and when he confirmed that there was no one there, he took off his slippers and lay down on the Yan Chuyang bed.
A very fresh mint fragrance hits the face.
It's the smell of Yan Chuyang shower gel. He seems to like the mint scent very much. Whether it's shower gel or shampoo, he always uses this scent. It smells deeply comforting.
Wei Qing buried his head in the soft pillow and took a deep breath. In an instant, his lungs were filled with the breath of a boy. This feeling was very strange, like holding Yan Chuyang and rubbing him into his arms It's a bit perverted, but it makes people feel inexplicably excited.
If only... if I could really hold him to sleep.
This sudden thought was like a ghost, it got into his mind unexpectedly, Wei Qing's face froze suddenly.
Sleep with him
The man's eyes darkened, he pursed his lips, turned over and stared at the ceiling, thinking a little dazedly, yes, why did Yan Chuyang sleep upstairs? Why do they have to sleep in separate beds? Why is he now reduced to acting like a pervert, hugging Yan Chuyang's pillow and imagining that he is hugging him? He can clearly hold him to sleep in a fair way.
The two of them got married and even got their certificates. If Yan Chuyang was a girl, they might have children by now.
Wei Qing's jaw tightened suddenly, yes, he can't go on like this, he has to tell Yan Chuyang that from today onwards, the two of them will sleep together!
Not only does he want to sleep together, if possible, he also wants to see what Yan Chuyang looks like without clothes.
Wei Qing's Adam's apple rolled, and he stood up suddenly from the bed, but just as he reached the door, he stopped again.
How is he going to say this request
You can't just see Yan Chuyang and say, you want to sleep with me, I want to sleep with you.
This is too cheap, he is a dignified listed president, he can't lower his face and say to a child who hasn't left school, I really want to hug you to sleep, right
No no no.
Wei Qing pinched his waist with both hands, pacing back and forth by the bed anxiously, he had to think of a way that was reasonable, not cheap, and didn't show that he wanted to hug him to sleep on his own initiative.
Just as he was frowning and thinking, he heard Yan Chuyang shouting from downstairs.
"Wei Qing! Wei Qing!"
"What for?"
"I'm done washing up. When will you make the bed? I'm going to bed."
Wei Qing clicked his tongue, and roared a little anxiously: "Go and lie down on the sofa for a while, and I'll call you to come up again."
Yan Chuyang muttered a few words, walked slowly to the sofa and lay down, just after the fever subsided, his body still felt a little top-heavy and empty.
Wei Qing was staring at the white bathrobe on the bed for a while, then fell silent for a while, then glanced casually, and suddenly saw a glass of boiled water on the bedside table.
That's what Yan Chuyang would drink every night.
The man's eyes darkened, and he suddenly stepped forward, walked straight to the bedside table, raised his hand to pick up the white glass, squinted his eyes and shook the water in the glass, then turned his lower body, flipped his wrist, and poured out the water in the glass. The water splashed all over the middle of the big bed.
Water instantly soaked the white sheets.
Wei Qing let out a breath, turned around and went downstairs.
Seeing the man coming down the stairs, Yan Chuyang tugged at the blanket in dissatisfaction and said, "Will it take so long to make a bed? I'm sleepy."
Wei Qing walked up to him, took the blanket off the boy's lap, lowered his body slightly, supported his slender waist, and hugged him horizontally. Yan Chuyang blushed, but obediently raised his arms around the man's neck .