Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

Chapter 13: Also very cute

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Wei Yuan snorted and said, "I'll just sleep on your lower bunk. I don't know what you do every day. Also, you rubbed the color of my brother's headshot. Should you consider changing it?" stretched?"

"Let's talk about it." Yan Chuyang stepped on the pedals and took his book from the upper bunk and said, "In that big photo, he smiles very warmly. I like him smiling at me."

Wei Yuan sighed: "Is the warmth of my brother's smile the reason for your crime? Take his innocence as the drive of your desire, what about your humanity?!"

Yan Chuyang came down and kicked him, and the two of them went out of the dormitory to go to class.

But as soon as he left the dormitory, Yan Chuyang was blocked by a luxury car.

A tall and straight man in a suit and leather shoes got out of the car.

"Senior?"

"Chuyang." Song Huaiqi raised his long legs and strode towards Yan Chuyang, and asked anxiously, "Where have you been these two days? I came to school to look for you and you weren't there, and no one answered the phone?"

Yan Chuyang scratched the back of his head in embarrassment and said, "I'm sorry, because I've been busy with important things these two days, so I left in a hurry and didn't have time to call."

Song Huaiqi is Gao Yanchuyang's senior for several years. When Yan Chuyang was a freshman, he was already in the third year of graduate school. He has graduated now. He seems to have inherited the family's real estate business. The society is the successful people in suits and shoes.

Song Huaiqi nodded, and said with a sigh of relief: "It's good to be back, but I can't contact you, I'm a little worried."

Wei Yuan was left on the sidelines, and said awkwardly: "Yan Chuyang, let's go, class will start soon."

Yan Chuyang let out a cry, and said to Song Huaiqi: "Senior, I'm sorry, I can't miss my professional class, I'll go to class first."

Song Huaiqi smiled warmly and nodded: "Go, class is important."

Yan Chuyang hummed, and was dragged away by Wei Yuan before he could react.

After walking a long way, Wei Yuan bumped the boy's shoulder: "Hey, I think there's something wrong with Song Huaiqi."

Yan Chuyang pouted: "There's something wrong."

"He comes to see you every three to five times. Every time he sees you, it's not a big deal. He just talks and laughs, and chats with you happily. Does he like you?"

"Pfft---" Yan Chuyang couldn't help laughing and shook his head, "Do you think that all the men in the world like men because I like Wei Qing?"

Wei Yuan snorted noncommittally and said, "Anyway, I feel something is wrong."

Yan Chuyang narrowed his eyes: "Why do you feel that you are so sensitive to this matter? You were not like this before."

Wei Yuan said solemnly: "Of course you have to be sensitive. You are not my buddy now, you are my sister-in-law. I have to watch over you for my brother all the time to prevent you from cheating."

Yan Chuyang's heart fluttered when he heard this, his ears turned red and he said: "As far as your brother's looks are concerned, I don't think he will get tired of him in his life, let alone leaking out of the wall, even if the window is cracked, I won't get out."

In his heart, Wei Qing is special.

There is nothing wrong with him either, how could he go to see those small cars and small households if he does not sit in a luxurious and extended Lincoln

As soon as school was over, Yan Chuyang's "Extended Lincoln" came to pick him up.

"Why is it so long?" Wei Qing leaned his back against the car window and looked impatiently at the boy in front of him.

It was spring, and the sun was very warm. Wei Qing was wearing a pair of sunglasses, covering most of his handsome face, but his sexy lips and firm chin still showed his charm.

Yan Chuyang suppressed his joy, took off his backpack, held it in his hand and said, "The mandarin teacher is so good at speaking, she dragged the class for more than ten minutes."

Wei Qing took the schoolbag in his hand, and said with a bit of distaste, "Isn't everyone in college? Why do you still have to carry this kind of bag?"

"Um..." Yan Chuyang scratched the back of his head, "It's more convenient and has a large capacity."

"Is what's in there important?"

"Important, there are books."

Wei Qing hummed, turned and opened the rear car door, unzipped the schoolbag in his hand expressionlessly, turned over his hands, and dumped all the contents of the schoolbag on the rear car seat with a clatter.

"Hello." Yan Chuyang tugged his arm anxiously, "What are you doing?"

"Don't use this schoolbag in the future."

"ah?"

Wei Qing turned around, and before Yan Chuyang could react, he raised his hand and threw out the bag in his hand neatly. The schoolbag followed a circular arc and was thrown into the trash can with a "clang".

"What are you doing? I'll go, you have..." Get sick!

Yan Chuyang didn't scold, looking at Wei Qing's handsome face, he couldn't bear to scold.

"I bought it new!" Yan Chuyang stamped his foot in pain, turned around and ran to the trash can, but before he could take a step, Wei Qing pulled him back by the collar of his back.

"Bang." Wei Qing patted a leather handbag on Yan Chuyang's chest, "This is for free, and that backpack is not allowed to be used."

Yan Chuyang looked down at the bag in his hand in a daze, touched the soft leather, and said in a low voice, "Why did you give me the bag all of a sudden?"

"You can take it here."

Yan Chuyang clicked his tongue: "But the quality of this kind of leather bag is very bad. I bought one last time, and the skin exploded after drying it once."

Wei Qing twitched his forehead and said, "Where did you buy it?"

The boy said seriously: "Household appliances wholesale market."

Wei Qing snorted, "This is the latest PRADA men's handbag, the market price is 53,800."

"Ah, is it?" Yan Chuyang turned around abruptly, and while stuffing the books on the back seat into the PRADA, he said solemnly: "You just need to spend this extra money, you don't need a big brand to pack this kind of thing. , as long as it is easy to use, you see, the one you gave me is not as much as my canvas packaging."

Wei Qing raised his eyebrows: "If you are really not used to it, then take back your canvas bag."

"That's not enough." Yan Chuyang smiled and zipped up the bag, hugged the bag tightly to his chest and said, "Since I gave it away, how could I have the nerve to refuse it."

Wei Qing laughed a little bit, seeing the boy's cunning look that he took advantage of and pretended to be a good boy, unexpectedly he didn't find it annoying.

It's like... .It's kinda cute.