Wei Qing turned around, and said coldly and sadly, "Okay, if Mr. Yan doesn't want to live, he can move out tomorrow."
Yan Chuyang's heart slammed into each other, and he clearly heard the scattered sounds coming from his heart, like glass being broken.
He regretted it, he shouldn't be so impulsive, why did he say the word "leave" so easily
Wei Qing wouldn't try to keep him, why would he be so stupid to ask him to leave
Yan Chuyang felt uncomfortable and wanted to bang his head against the wall, but the words had already been spoken, how could he take them back at this time, he could only smash his teeth and swallow them.
"I see." The boy lowered his head and said sullenly, "I'll go upstairs to pack my things after taking a shower."
"That's really troublesome!" Wei Qing suddenly stood up from the sofa, and growled coldly, "I hope Mr. Yan can try his best to pack things tonight, and I hope to see that your bedroom is empty tomorrow morning !"
Yan Chuyang's breathing tightened, his heart seemed to be slowly fried by warm oil, his burning throat was suffocated, and it took him a long time to spit out a sentence: "I will try to leave as soon as possible. These days, Mr. Wei is really troublesome."
After speaking, the boy went to the bathroom without looking back.
I don't know how he finished the shower, anyway, after a top-heavy shower, Yan Chuyang wiped his body hastily, and went upstairs in a bathrobe.
He wanted to pack his things, he wanted to pack it up tonight, and leave early tomorrow morning, before Wei Qing woke up.
Wei Qing can no longer be underestimated.
Moreover, he didn't want to see Wei Qing again before he left, he was afraid that he would be so worthless that he was reluctant to leave.
When packing up his things, Yan Chuyang realized that there were so few things that belonged to him.
Wei Qing threw away all the clothes he used to wear, and the wardrobe was full of branded goods that Wei Qing bought for him.
Yan Chuyang didn't want to take it, but just sealed his cartoon pants and a set of sportswear he bought with money into a vacuum bag and threw them into the suitcase.
Others are his own books.
I thought it would take a long time to clean up, but after walking around the room for more than ten minutes and throwing a few necessary books into the suitcase, Yan Chuyang felt that there was nothing to clean up, so he closed the suitcase directly, Zip up.
The boy lifted the suitcase, which was terribly light.
Alas, it's really sad, the two of them have been together for several months, but there is nothing that they both own that is worth taking away.
****
Five o'clock in the morning.
Yan Chuyang got up from the bed, put on his clothes, folded the quilt, and walked out with the suitcase.
There was a wad of cash on the bedside table, which was left by him.
The total was five hundred and seventy-three yuan, which was the money he saved, and it was regarded as the rent for Wei Qing.
When the results of the competition come out, if he can enter the top three in the final, he will give all his prize money to Wei Qing.
That way, he doesn't owe him anything.
Yan Chuyang lightly carried the suitcase downstairs, the living room was quiet, Wei Qing probably hadn't gotten up yet.
When he reached the door, the boy breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand and turned the doorknob, opening the door.
But he was stunned as soon as he opened the door, and the courier brother stood at the door with a bright smile on his face: "Good morning, I wanted to leave the courier at the door for you, but I didn't expect the master to wake up so early."
Yan Chuyang was stunned: "It's only five o'clock, are you here to deliver the express so early?"
"That's right." The courier brother scratched the back of his head and said, "The sun is too poisonous at noon in summer, so everyone rushes to deliver the courier in the morning."
Yan Chuyang hummed, took the courier from the man, took it over and signed it, then handed over the pen and said, "It's really troublesome."
"It's okay." After finishing speaking, the courier turned and left.
Yan Chuyang looked down at the express mail in his hand. When he saw the notice letter of the International Manga Exhibition written on the seal, his heart tightened suddenly, his heart was pounding and his fingers trembled, and he tore open the express mail package...
As soon as Wei Qing opened his eyes, he quickly got up and went out to look upstairs. When he saw the door of the upstairs bedroom was closed, his pupils shrank suddenly. Before he changed his clothes, he wanted to step out to arrest someone.
But when he turned his eyes and saw the back sitting on the sofa in the living room, his tense heart fell again.
It's okay, he said that Yan Chuyang, a slob, shouldn't have left so early, and he probably hasn't packed his things yet.
Wei Qing loosened his shoulders, walked to the door lightly, pulled the anti-theft latch, locked the safety lock, and changed the password to open the door. After confirming that no one could get out, he turned around and went into the bathroom to wash up.
After washing and changing in the bathroom, the man came out calmly.
He should calm down, didn't he say he was leaving in the morning
It doesn't matter to him whether he likes to go or not, so he doesn't want to lower his body to keep him.
As long as you have the ability to guess the password of the security door correctly, untie the anti-theft lock, unlock the safety lock, and walk out of the room, then go.
He doesn't care about keeping him! A white-eyed wolf who only wants to soak in hot springs with others!
Wei Qing walked to the sofa, glanced at the boy, and said coldly: "Aren't you going to leave? Why are you still sitting here?"
Yan Chuyang didn't speak, staring at the table with unfocused eyes as if he had lost his soul.
Wei Qing's heart tightened, and he glanced at the table, only then did he see a small bottle of white wine he usually used for cooking, and the boy's face was flushed abnormally.
"Are you drinking again?!" Wei Qing suddenly raised his voice, sat down on the sofa quickly, hugged the boy's slender waist and hugged him to his lap, lifted his shirt and touched his back, after making sure that there was no abnormal temperature rise, Grinding his teeth, he said, "Drinking early in the morning, is it courting death?"
"Leave me alone." Yan Chuyang came back to his senses, his eyes flickered, and he pushed the man's shoulder and said, "I remember that I bought this bottle of wine myself, and I didn't use your money."
"I'm telling you who bought it now!" Wei Qing roared, "Yan Chuyang, are you looking for a fight?"
The air froze for two seconds.
The boy pursed his lips tightly, and his moist eyes gradually turned red.