Wei Qing snorted: "It's just a competition, as long as he wants to compare, I can hold countless competitions for him to win."
"Ridiculous." Song Huaiqi gritted his teeth and said, "You really don't know anything about him!"
"I know him very well." Wei Qing said with a livid face, "I know him inside and out." The man deliberately emphasized the words inside and outside.
Song Huaiqi heard his voice, gritted his teeth angrily and said:
"You don't understand! It has always been Yan Chuyang's dream to visit and study at the Ghibli comic studio. He told me that the comics produced by this studio accompanied him throughout his childhood. He would like to draw, too. Because of this studio, he has always regarded going to Ghibli as a goal to motivate himself. In the end, because of your selfishness and your temporary actions, you cruelly deprived him of his long-standing expectations. Wei Qing, how can you be shameless? to this extent?"
The man's figure froze, his fingers holding the phone were twisted and turned white.
"How do you know?" After a long silence, Wei Qing asked in a deep voice, "How do you know about his expectations, about his childhood?"
"Oh." Song Huaiqi sneered, "I like him, so I pay attention to everything about him, Wei Qing, you just want to possess him, you never thought about knowing him or caring about him."
"Possession?"
"Yes!" Song Huaiqi growled, "Wei Qing, ask yourself clearly, how sincere are you for Yan Chuyang? You have always liked women, haven't you? Yan Chuyang looks cute, ask yourself, are you Didn't you always see him as a girl?"
The man was silent, his mouth tightly pursed into a line.
Song Huaiqi snorted: "Don't you dare to speak? Do you feel that you can't look directly at this question?"
Wei Qing's eyes turned cold, and after a long silence, he said in a low voice: "The matter between the two of us doesn't seem to have anything to do with you, does it?"
Song Huaiqi gritted his teeth: "Of course it does! I like him, and I don't want him to be deceived and harmed because of your shamelessness!"
Wei Qing sneered: "I like him too, I won't let Rang suffer any harm!"
"You like him? Okay." Song Huaiqi paused, and said coldly, "Then do you dare to say that what you like is Yan Chuyang himself, even if he is a man, you still like him, regardless of gender ?”
Wei Qing squinted his eyes, and said in a dark voice, "It's ridiculous, you're an outsider, why would you tell me such things?"
"you... ... "
Before Song Huaiqi could speak, Wei Qing hung up the phone.
He knew it in his heart, not because he didn't want to say it, but because he didn't know how to say it.
Some things seem to be safe and sound forever if you don’t pierce them or face them, but once you force yourself to look directly at them, you realize that there are some things that are useless to escape.
Wei Qing heaved a sigh of relief, raised his hand and tugged at the neckline, staring at the wardrobe out of focus.
After a long silence, the man suddenly turned around and walked towards a safe placed by the corner of the bed.
After dialing a series of numbers familiarly, the safe opened with a ding.
Inside were several important company documents, and... There was also a set of performance costumes worn by Yan Chuyang.
The man stretched out his hand carefully and took out the folded clothes.
It was the princess dress, the women's dress that she wore in an emergency during the banquet of Chuyang's stage play.
Wei Qing unfolded the clothes and put them on the bed, moving his fingers over the waist and shoulders of the skirt.
He still remembered the amazement and shock that Yan Chuyang brought to him when he wore this dress.
The boy's waist is slender, and the layers of straps on the waist of the skirt further accentuate the softness and beauty of the waist. The one-shoulder design fully shows his protruding collarbone. He still remembered what Yan Chuyang said, saying that he hated bow ties because he was too naive and ugly.
However, it is not ugly at all, and the bow tie is not ugly at all on Yan Chuyang.
His fingers are fair and slender, with well-defined joints. The pink streamer bow design on the wrist of the skirt takes advantage of his white to transparent complexion, making people feel weak and cute. He can't help but want to pull his hand over and kiss him hard.
In short, Yan Chuyang is very cute in women's clothing, and it can be said that there is nothing against it.
Although he is usually cute, wearing a skirt brings out his sexiness and softness even more.
If possible, he would prefer to kiss Yan Chuyang who is wearing a skirt.
As soon as this thought floated through his mind, the man's eyes flashed suddenly, his hand touching the skirt was withdrawn instantly, and his feet took two steps back.
Yan Chuyang in a skirt
This is too ridiculous, Yan Chuyang is a man, how can he wear a skirt
Could it be... Could it be that, as Song Huaiqi said, he has always liked women, but Yan Chuyang's appearance is too cute and his personality is too well-behaved, so he treats him as a woman
Wei Qing gasped, staring at the princess dress on the bed almost helplessly.
It's just too mean.
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After the noon class ended, Yan Chuyang and Wei Yuan went to the school cafeteria for dinner.
"You are so strange." Wei Yuan shook his head and sighed along the way, "It seems that I haven't been to the cafeteria with you in half a year."
Yan Chuyang pouted: "Don't be so exaggerated, okay? I had dinner with you a few days ago."
"Just that one time, I bought snacks on the road." Wei Yuan snorted, "Anyway, after you got married to my brother, I rarely see you eating in the cafeteria."
"Of course." Yan Chuyang shrugged, and said without concealment, "We have Wei Qing at home, so I don't want to stay in school if I can have lunch with him."
"Huh---" Wei Yuan shook the goosebumps on his body, "Why do you still like my brother so much, be careful that you get deeper and deeper, and you won't be able to get out by then."
Yan Chuyang's eyes suddenly darkened.
Wei Yuan panicked, wishing he could slap himself on the mouth, he really didn't know which pot to open and which pot to carry.
"Don't mind." Wei Yuan scratched the back of his head, "I've been plagued by bad luck recently, and I've been surrounded by gangsters all the time, which made my mind confused. I have no intention of speaking."