When he opened the zipper and saw the black gift box with the leather belt, he patted the back of his head suddenly, and said to himself angrily, "I gave him a birthday present just because I was sad."
Yan Chuyang raised his head and looked at the clock on the wall.
It was almost half past eleven, more than thirty minutes before his birthday.
Yan Chuyang took the gift box out of the bag, but just as he took it out, he suddenly stuffed it back again.
The two of them were still arguing downstairs just now, is it appropriate to give a birthday present at this time
Also, will Wei Qing accept his gift
As Wei Yuan said, Wei Qing always thought his birthday was a ridiculous day, so he never celebrated his birthday. If others celebrated it for him, he would be very angry.
Wei Yuan also mentioned that when he was a child, he didn't know that Wei Qing was so sensitive about birthdays, so he bought him a model airplane on Wei Qing's birthday on his own initiative. The gift was smashed to pieces in front of his parents.
Yan Chuyang's heart twitched, he looked down at the beautifully packaged gift box with dull eyes, and thought a little timidly, if he ran over to knock on the door and woke Wei Qing up at such a late hour, then he would be heartless again. Will Wei Qing kill him if he handed over the gift and said happy birthday to you
"Ah!!" Yan Chuyang quickly shook his head, shook away the terrible thoughts, quickly stuffed the gift box back, quickly zipped it up and threw it back into the bedside table.
Forget it, the boy lay back again, pulled the quilt over his head and thought, tomorrow is the match, at this tense moment, it is better to maintain a good mood, don't try to provoke Wei Qing, and make yourself more difficult.
One must know that Wei Qing's words had a fatal impact on him.
Yan Chuyang closed his eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly let his mind empty.
The boring clock ticking in the bedroom gradually made his consciousness blur. The boy's breathing became more and more steady, and he slowly fell into a deep sleep.
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Half an hour later, the bedroom door suddenly and quietly opened.
Wei Qing walked in from the door wearing cotton slippers, saw the boy covered tightly with a quilt, frowned, walked lightly to the head of the bed, and pulled the quilt down, revealing that the boy was a little red from being suffocated face.
"Idiot." Wei Qing scratched the tip of the boy's nose, which was unbelievably tactile, and said in a low voice, "Do you want to suffocate yourself to death if you are so tight?"
Yan Chuyang frowned uncomfortably, moaned, and turned over to lie on his side.
Afraid of affecting his sleep, Wei Qing stared at him for a while, then raised his hand to turn off the lamp on the bedside table, then turned and walked out the door.
But before he took two steps, a soft and soft voice like a kitten meowing suddenly sounded from behind him: "Wei Qing..."
The man froze and turned around quickly. In the darkness, the person on the bed was still sleeping quietly with his eyes closed, showing no sign of waking up.
Wei Qing laughed, was he talking in his sleep
Did this idiot still want to quarrel with him in his dream
"Wei Qing." The person on the bed muttered vaguely again, "Hmm...Happy birthday...."
The man's eyes flickered, and the expression on his face froze.
The bell downstairs made a "clang" sound, indicating that it was the hour.
Happy birthday.
Wei Qing smiled wryly, he forgot that today is his birthday.
It's lucky that his 250-year-old father didn't call him to congratulate him this year. He should be preparing for the operation recently, so he doesn't have time.
He was so ostentatious in the past, every time this day came, he would personally come to him with a cake to celebrate.
But what to celebrate
Is it to celebrate him who was born casually, like a joke
In fact, it can't be said to be casual. According to Wei Dongsheng, in order to give birth to him, he also paid the surrogate mother 100,000 yuan.
"One hundred thousand yuan, I bought a son, it's worth it."
After Wei Dongsheng got drunk, he told him so proudly.
bought.
Yes, in Wei Dongsheng's eyes, there is no family relationship between them.
He was bought, not born.
He is not a person of flesh and blood, but a commodity, a commodity that was bought because Wei Dongsheng thought it was fun.
His birthday is the most ridiculous existence.
An object that is not cared about by people, but only produced for money, what kind of birthday is it
Who really cares about the production date of a thing.
Wei Qing let out a long breath, suppressing the emptiness in his heart, walked slowly to the boy's bedside and squatted down.
"Why do you want to say happy birthday to me?" Wei Qing touched the boy's forehead and whispered, "My birthday is a joke, all those who want to help me celebrate are just to laugh at me."
This is Wei Qing's thought all along.
In his eyes, his birthday is a scar, a cloth to cover up his shame, all mention of his birthday is just to uncover his scars and reveal his shame.
"Why do you know my birthday? Huh?" Wei Qing lowered his head, rubbed the tip of the boy's upturned nose, and whispered, "Why did you say happy birthday to me on your own initiative? Don't you know that I hate it?"
Yan Chuyang frowned at him, raised his hand and rubbed his nose impatiently, as if hearing the man's thoughts, he repeated, "Happy birthday..."
Wei Qing's heart slammed, and the overwhelming palpitations were like tiny ants, densely swarming into his limbs and bones, making his breathing tight.
"Say it again." Unexpectedly, the man lowered his head, pecking at the other person's face, and murmured, "Say it again, say happy birthday to me."
The boy frowned, closed his eyes uncomfortably, and shook his head, trying to drive away the warm breath on his face.
"Good boy." Wei Qing whispered into the other person's ear, "Happy birthday to me again, I'll leave right away, let you sleep, okay?"
The boy wrinkled his nose and kicked the corner of the quilt unhappily, with an impatient look on his face.