"You haven't fixed it at all." As soon as I went upstairs, Chuyang began to shout dissatisfiedly, "When I got up, the bed was like this, the bathrobe was not folded and put away, and the quilt was not changed for me. Bo, Wei Qing, what are you doing upstairs for so long? Just in a daze?"
Wei Qing coughed dryly, put the boy down from his arms, and said solemnly: "The bed doesn't need to be made so well, as long as you can sleep."
Yan Chuyang sighed a long time: "But I'm a clean freak, the bed is not tidy, I can't sleep."
Wei Qing's forehead twitched: "The cleanliness you're talking about is throwing away the bathrobe casually and stuffing the quilt into a ball?"
The boy's eyes flickered, he coughed guiltyly, went to the bed and pulled the quilt and said, "I... I'm in a hurry for class today, so I didn't have time to fold them. I usually make tofu." Chuyang looked up in confusion again and asked, "But, is Aunt Wang not at work today? She cleaned my bedroom a few days ago, and helped me fold the quilt by the way."
Feeling bored in Wei Qing's heart, he frowned and said, "Anyway, you are a young man of eighteen or nineteen, and Aunt Wang is a woman, so you won't be ashamed if she helps you make the quilt?"
Yan Chuyang was stunned for a moment: "What's there to be ashamed about? I saw that she also folded for you?"
"Can it be the same?" Wei Qing raised his voice, "There is nothing on my bed, and your private things are everywhere on your bed, let others touch and see it, okay?"
Yan Chuyang pursed her mouth and said in a low voice, "What's wrong with that?"
Wei Qing snorted coldly, and suddenly picked up the bathrobe from the bed and said, "You put something like this close-fitting stuff in the closet and hide it for me, and let me see you casually showing it, don't blame me for turning my face and denying others !"
Yan Chuyang snorted, snatched the bathrobe from the man, and muttered: "What kind of personal item is a bathrobe, my own clothes, I can put them wherever I want."
Wei Qing frowned: "Can you tell me one more thing?"
Yan Chuyang shrank his neck, obediently took the bathrobe to the side of the cabinet, folded it casually, stuffed it on top, then turned his head and said with a pursed mouth, "Is this okay?"
Wei Qing hummed, and said with a straight face, "Go to bed."
The boy threw off the quilt, took off his slippers and went to bed, but as soon as he sat down, his hands were wet.
"What is this?" Yan Chuyang stood up from the bed, shook his hands and said, "Why is there so much water?"
Wei Qing coughed and looked up at the ceiling, acting as if nothing to do with me, I was very innocent.
Yan Chuyang frowned, leaned down and touched the sheet again, and after confirming that the sheet was completely soaked, he looked up at the person in front of him in confusion and said, "Wei Qing? Did you sprinkle water on the bed for me?"
"Who sprinkled the bed for you?" Wei Qing immediately jumped to retort, "I have been making the bed for you since I came up, and I have never seen any water. I don't know, I don't understand!"
Yan Chuyang stared at him in astonishment, and said a little speechlessly: "It's fine if you don't know, why are you excited?"
In fact, he was just asking casually, and he didn't believe that Wei Qing would do such an extremely boring thing as pouring water on his bed.
"Who's excited." Wei Qing snorted, tugged at his collar, walked to the window, stared at the dark sky outside and said, "It has nothing to do with me, don't pull on me."
Yan Chuyang pursed his lips and said nothing, glanced at the bedside table, and frowned in surprise when he saw the empty glass: "Why is there no water in the glass?"
Wei Qing turned his head: "You must have spilled the water when you got up in the morning, and it happened to be on the bed."
"Impossible." Yan Chuyang frowned: "I put on my clothes before going downstairs to pick up the water. If I spill it, I should see it."
"Then I don't know." Wei Qing shrugged, "It's not bad for me anyway."
Yan Chuyang sighed: "It's not about who to blame now, it's about how I'm going to sleep tonight."
Wei Qing's heart skipped a beat, and he said calmly, "That's right, it's so wet, and you're sick again, so you definitely can't sleep like this."
"Then what should we do?" Yan Chuyang looked at the person in front of him anxiously.
Wei Qing coughed, glanced to the side and said, "How would I know..."
Beg me, beg me quickly, tell Wei Qing to let me sleep with you!
Yan Chuyang sighed helplessly, turned his head to look at the bed again, and murmured, "How about...I'll sleep in another place."
Wei Qing echoed: "That's right, that's right, let's sleep in another place, but there are only two bedrooms at home, one for you and one for mine. Since you can't sleep in yours, where are you going to sleep now?" ?”
Please, please please! Say you want to sleep with me!
Yan Chuyang pursed his lips, suddenly picked up the pillow, put it at the end of the bed, then ran to the cabinet, pulled out a small square blanket, unfolded it and spread it on the wet part in the middle, straightened up and said with a smile: "In this way, I should be able to sleep. I'll sleep on the other side. The wet place is where I put my feet. In this way, I shouldn't feel anything after laying down the blanket."
Wei Qing's face turned black all of a sudden.
Very good, with so many foreshadowings, so many hints, so many roundabout invitations in front of him, this kid didn't understand a single sentence.
In other words, he understood and just pretended to be stupid, because he didn't want to sleep in his room at all.
The man gritted his teeth and snorted coldly in his heart, his consciousness is really low enough! Knowing that he is already married to someone else, he still thinks that he is a single nobleman who can sleep wherever he wants.
Wei Qing walked to the bed with a cold face, pulled away the blanket that the boy had laid, and now he stopped pretending, and said with a straight face: "Come downstairs to sleep with me, from today onwards, you will sleep with me." A bed."
Yan Chuyang's face froze, and it took him a long time to say in disbelief: "What did you say?"
"Don't you understand?" Wei Qing's patience was running out a little bit, he really had the urge to hug the person in front of him onto the bed, "From today onwards, you will sleep with me."
Yan Chuyang swallowed, and whispered, "Why?"
"Because your quilt is wet!"
"But it will be done tomorrow..."
"I don't care if he does it or not!" Wei Qing roared, seeing the boy's astonished eyes, cursed in a low voice again, let out a long breath, tried to suppress his impulse, and made sure his emotions were stable, before saying in a low voice, "This bedroom will be converted into a guest room in a few days. Sleeping alone takes up too much space, I think it's a waste."
Yan Chuyang's face turned pale, eyes drooping and pinching the edge of his trousers, he said, "Aren't you... are you willing to give me a bedroom now?"
"Yes!" Wei Qing said bluntly, "Do you know how expensive my bedroom is to build? You live here without paying rent or utility bills. I feel very bad."
Yan Chuyang pursed her lips, and whispered aggrievedly: "I thought, we don't have to think so much after we're married."
Of course there is no need to think so much! ! Seeing the pitiful look of the boy, Wei Qing yelled in his heart, you are priceless, how much is this dilapidated house worth, if he wants, he can go to the real estate bureau tomorrow and change the name on the real estate certificate.
But he was so overwhelmed by the thoughts in his heart, but he had to endure it on his face, still keeping his expression on the floor without showing any clues.
"I'm here to inform you that you have no right to refuse." Wei Qing said in a deep voice, "I've already started designing this bedroom, so you can move downstairs tonight and sleep with me."
Yan Chuyang drooped his head in frustration, the air pressure in his body was very low.
Feeling his sadness, Wei Qing's heart tightened, and he leaned in front of the boy, pinching his chin and forcing him to look directly at him: "Why don't you look at me? Are you unhappy?"
Yan Chuyang shook his head, turned his face to one side, the light in his eyes was very dim.
Wei Qing hugged him distressedly, patted him on the shoulder, and said softly: "What's the matter? Don't you want to live downstairs? Do you feel wronged when I yelled at you just now?"
Yan Chuyang shook his head, lying on the man's chest and said sullenly: "I think I'm useless."
Wei Qing's heart twitched, and he hurriedly said, "What nonsense are you talking about? Why is it useless?"
Yan Chuyang sighed, and said in a dejected voice: "When I was a freshman, I made a plan. I said that when I got married, I would earn a lot of money, buy a house and a car for the person I like, and I would support him. , let him live happily, but now two years have passed, and I am in my third year of junior high school. Up to now, I still rely on you. Without you, I don’t even have a place to live. I think..."
Yan Chuyang's voice became lower and lower as he spoke, and in the end, his voice was choked in his throat.
"It's okay, it's okay." Wei Qing hugged him tightly, touched the back of the boy's head, and said distressedly, "Why are you so stupid, you are still young, you are already great, you can draw, and you passed the exam University, you haven’t worked yet, how could you make money so quickly.”
"But..." Yan Chuyang raised his head, put his chin on the man's chest, and said softly, "I don't have money, I always feel that I'm not good enough, I always feel..."
I always feel that I am not good enough for you.
Wei Qing smiled, pinched the boy's chin and said: "How can money represent whether a person is good or not? You have a good personality, good studies, and you can draw, but it's not the time to earn money yet, so you don't need to give yourself money." So much pressure."