Yan Chuyang exhaled wearily, and raised his hand to touch the jade pendant on his heart through his clothes.
He didn't know where they both went wrong again.
He didn't understand why Wei Qing said those words suddenly, obviously last night he was so worried and told him not to be nervous, and obviously he helped him make breakfast and pack his backpack in the morning.
If he really hated him and treated him as a stranger, why would he still do those things that misunderstood him
Will not.
The boy's pupils shrank suddenly, and he held the jade pendant tightly and thought to himself, he must have been in a bad mood at that time, or he was too tired from work, or there was a problem with the company.
right! It must be so.
Yan Chuyang straightened up from the sofa, clenched his fists and thought, he can't be so decadent, and can't completely deny the relationship between the two of them just because of Wei Qing's one or two sentences. Lying here in frustration, secretly depressed, but cheer up and help Wei Qing calm down!
right!
I was motivating myself, motivating myself, when suddenly the door opened.
Wei Qing walked in with a blank expression, and was holding the shoe cabinet at the entrance to change his slippers.
The moment he saw the man coming in, the boy instantly seemed like a balloon that had been punctured, and his originally straight shoulders suddenly slumped.
Well, he really overestimated himself. After hearing those hurtful words, he still couldn't pretend to be indifferent.
After being stiff on the sofa for a while, Yan Chuyang gritted his teeth, walked slowly to Wei Qing, stretched out his hand hesitantly, and whispered: "Thank you, let me help you get the briefcase."
Wei Qing ignored him, or in other words, didn't look at him at all, and walked around the boy's shoulder with a cold face, and walked past.
Yan Chuyang's outstretched hand was hanging in mid-air in such an embarrassing manner.
Can not give up.
The boy kept adjusting his breathing. Anyway, Wei Qing usually treats him very well. He cooks breakfast every day, and usually takes care of him when he gets sick or catches a cold. Now that he is in a bad mood, he should be the one to comfort him.
Secretly doing a good job of psychological construction, the boy let out a long breath and walked to the edge of the sofa.
Wei Qing turned on the laptop, and was sitting on the sofa staring at the computer to work.
After being silent for a while, Yan Chuyang cautiously walked behind the man, muttering
"Tired? Are you tired to go to work early in the morning and take care of me?"
Wei Qing still remained silent, as if the boy did not exist, and never took his eyes off the computer from the beginning to the end.
Yan Chuyang took a breath, slowly raised his hand, and said softly, "I'll help you squeeze your shoulders. I used to do it for my grandma."
As he spoke, the boy put his slender hands on Wei Qing's shoulders, gently kneading the other's hard bones and muscles.
Wei Qing paused when he knocked on the computer, his eyes darkened.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Yan Chuyang relaxed his tense heart, and said with a sigh of relief: "Is it very comfortable? My grandma said that my massage technique is very professional, like a blind master, Wei Qing, have you ever been there? A blind massage shop?"
No one spoke, and what responded to him was the slight crackling of the keyboard.
Yan Chuyang coughed slightly in embarrassment, and hummed: "If you don't want to talk, then don't."
The warm little hands seemed to have no bones, kneading and moving on the hard shoulders.
Yan Chuyang didn't exert any strength at all. He used to give his grandma a massage. To Wei Qing, that kind of strength is like throwing cotton on a stone. It's soft but has a bit of tenacity, which is very provocative.
The man's eyes became darker and darker, and his bulging Adam's apple rolled secretly.
"I think you should do some exercises to relax your body." Yan Chuyang pinched the man's tense muscles with some difficulty and said,
"Your body is too hard. If you have time, you can do yoga and aerobics. Our school has yoga classes. Although there are many girls in the class, I feel a little embarrassed when I take it, but the effect is still very good."
As he said that, the boy straightened his shoulders and said, "You didn't realize that although my muscles are not as developed as yours, my body proportions and flexibility are better than yours."
Wei Qing swallowed, and snorted coldly in his heart, he had already discovered that every time he hugged him, his waist was as soft as dough, obviously without flesh, but it was tight and flexible to the touch, and the touch was so good.
"Actually, after all, you are still too tired." Yan Chuyang lowered his voice, and sighed with distress, "It's hard to make money and support a family, right?" After a pause, the boy raised his voice again, " Don't worry, I'm quite confident in this competition, I think I should be able to enter the top three, if I win, you can take a good rest after I hand out the prize money."
"What does it have to do with me if you win." Wei Qing suddenly interrupted him, sneering, "I didn't agree with you to go to Japan together."
Yan Chuyang's face froze, he didn't know why he would suddenly mention this, after a moment of silence, he forced a smile and said, "It doesn't matter, when I have money, I can support you, so you can I don’t have to go to work for a while, so I don’t have to be so tired.”
Wei Qing's heart palpitated, and it took a long time before he snorted coldly and said, "Who wants you to raise him!"
The boy's eyes dimmed, but he returned to normal in an instant. He moved his finger up, and changed the subject, "I'll help you massage your neck. People say that your neck will be very sore if you always work in front of the computer."
The overly soft fingers lingered on the back of the neck, touching the bulging neck bone from time to time. The boy's fresh breath sprayed behind the ear, itching, making the originally smooth space suddenly suffocating.
When slender fingers poked into the shirt and tried to touch the shoulder blades, Wei Qing couldn't sit still anymore, and jumped up from the sofa holding the notebook: "Where are you touching!"
Seeing the suspicious blush on the man's face, Yan Chuyang said in a daze, "Um...I, I just want to pinch your back for you to relax."
"Who wants you to pinch!" Wei Qing yelled, "Disgusting!"
The pretense of calm finally collapsed.
Yan Chuyang's shoulders trembled, he quickly took a step back, lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry."