"Yan Chuyang?" Wei Qing stood at the door of the kitchen and asked, "What do you want to eat?"
The boy didn't say a word, turned up the sound of the game deliberately, and stared at the phone screen without blinking.
Wei Qing sighed slightly, walked a few steps to his side, "What do you want to eat?"
Yan Chuyang turned around holding the phone, facing the back of the sofa, still silent.
Wei Qing's face tightened, and his heart was filled with anger, but no matter how angry he was, he couldn't say anything. Yan Chuyang happened to be ill, so he couldn't open his mouth to scold him.
After letting out a long breath, the man compromised and said softly: "Is it okay to make sweet and sour pork with potatoes? Didn't you argue last time that you want to eat this?"
Yan Chuyang swallowed secretly, he wanted to eat, but he was too embarrassed to say yes, the two of them had just finished arguing, and he was still angry, so he couldn't let his success be ruined just because of a sweet potato.
Seeing that he still didn't speak, Wei Qing sighed and turned to the kitchen.
"Add ham and tofu." The boy said anxiously behind him, "I still want to eat the beef soup you made."
Wei Qing held back his laughter, turned around, and deliberately said with a straight face: "I want to eat, that's fine, put down the phone now, come and kiss me."
Yan Chuyang shrank his neck, lowered his head and pulled the phone, humming, "No kiss."
Wei Qing's pupils shrank: "Is the phone really more important than me?"
Yan Chuyang said in a muffled voice without raising his head: "I'm playing solo queue right now, and you'll have endless kisses, which will disturb me."
The man was stunned for a moment, walked a few steps to Yan Chuyang, looked at the dazzling cartoon characters on the phone screen, frowned and said, "What kind of game is this?"
"Don't ask." Yan Chuyang said a little impatiently, "I tell you that you don't know, it's all played by young people."
Wei Qing was so excited that he almost vomited blood out of breath.
"I'm old? Yan Chuyang, feel your conscience, is there a handsome guy as old as me? Isn't he just five or six years younger than me, you are amazing!"
"Oh!" Yan Chuyang slammed the sofa suddenly, gritted his teeth angrily and raised his head, "It's all your fault, I lost!"
Wei Qing snorted and raised his eyebrows: "Is it my fault for losing? You are not skilled in your own techniques."
Yan Chuyang groaned and collapsed on the back of the sofa chair, and kept moaning and muttering: "I'm such a fool, Wei Yuan and the others will definitely report me."
Surprised, Wei Qing pulled out the phone from the boy, clicked on the game interface and asked, "Wei Yuan? Are you playing with him?"
Yan Chuyang nodded weakly.
Wei Qing clicked on the game interface and studied for a while, then frowned and said, "Are you Lu Bu?"
"Um."
"Who is Diaochan?"
"Wei Yuan."
Wei Qing's eyes turned cold: "Why do you want Wei Yuan to be Diao Chan? Don't you know that Lu Bu Diao Chan is a couple? You married me, and now you are Wei Yuan's sister-in-law, who belongs to Guada Li, can you avoid suspicion?"
Yan Chuyang's forehead twitched: "I'm not his sister-in-law, I'm a man!"
"That should also avoid suspicion!" After finishing speaking, Wei Qing stuffed the mobile phone to Yan Chuyang, picked up his mobile phone from the coffee table and said, "What's the name of this game? I'm next, I'll play with you, I'll be Diao Chan, You are Lu Bu."
Yan Chuyang glanced at him in astonishment: "Can you play?"
Wei Qing turned his head and said darkly, "Whether I can play or not, I can only be Diao Chan!"
Yan Chuyang swallowed her saliva, and hurriedly went over and said, "Okay, okay, you are Diaochan, you are Diaochan."
"You download first." Wei Qing threw his mobile phone to him, "I'll cook, and play after dinner."
Yan Chuyang took the phone and shouted behind him: "What's the phone lock code?"
"Our wedding anniversary."
Yan Chuyang's face turned red, and his heart was beating wildly and he muttered: "It's really enough, is it really okay to tease me all the time?"
What's more, he didn't get up after flirting. In fact, he was angry with Wei Qing this morning not only because of the phone, but also because of last night. He was obviously in that state, so he took the initiative to go over to let him He hugged her and didn't wear anything yet, but Wei Qing was indifferent, and even said that he didn't want to kiss with disgust on his face, alas!
It was full of indescribable frustration!
After the game was finished, the two of them ate breakfast, cleaned the table together, and cleaned up the dishes. Then they began to sit together and started playing the game on their mobile phones.
Yan Chuyang knew that Wei Qing couldn't play, but he always felt that Wei Qing was smart, and maybe he was good at games, but after playing five or six rounds, Yan Chuyang finally realized the fact that in the game On the one hand, Wei Qing is a cycad tree that never blooms! Pure and genuine piece of shit!
"I won't play with you anymore!" Yan Chuyang threw his phone on the sofa angrily, and yelled sullenly, "How many times have I told you that you want to attack when you see the remaining blood on the other side, why are you running back? !"
Wei Qing squeezed the phone, and said in a submissive manner: "Protect you..."
"I need your protection!" Yan Chuyang roared and continued: "Also, since the beginning of the game, you have been behind my ass without moving, and you still protect me. I have been surrounded and beaten. What? What are you doing guarding me? Are you standing by and watching me being beaten to death?!"
Wei Qing's face darkened after being yelled at by him, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence: "The other party is too cruel, I'm afraid I will be beaten to death if I show my head, so... I dare not go up."
Yan Chuyang gritted his teeth: "So let me be your meat?"
Wei Qing raised his head and said innocently: "You are Lu Bu, shouldn't you protect me?"
Yan Chuyang gritted his teeth and stood up suddenly from the sofa, growled and said: "Wei Qing, if I play games with you again, I don't believe in Yan!" Wei Qing shouted from behind: "I don't care what your surname is. Yan, you have to fight with me anyway, as long as you are Lu Bu, I will always be Diao Chan!"
Yan Chuyang angrily went to the bedroom on the first floor to paint, while Wei Qing sat on the sofa and practiced his hand speed by playing the man-machine alone.
It was quiet when the doorbell rang suddenly.
Wei Qing played with his mobile phone without hearing anything outside the window. After the doorbell rang a few more times, Yan Chuyang came out of the bedroom, glared angrily at Humanity on the sofa, and said, "The doorbell has been ringing for so long and I don't know how to open the door."