"I can." Yan Chuyang lowered his head and said in a muffled voice, "I used to live alone in a rental house. I was used to living in it before, and I can live in it now."
Wei Qing sighed, looked at the boy's pale side face, and couldn't bear to argue with him any longer, so he could only compromise in a low voice: "Okay, if you really want to go back to live, then go back."
Yan Chuyang hummed, turned his head to look at Song Huaiqi and said, "Senior, if it's okay, I'll go back to rest first, I'm a little tired."
Song Huaiqi nodded quickly: "Okay, do you want me to see you off?"
"No need." Yan Chuyang waved his hand, "I'll just take a taxi."
After finishing speaking, the boy looked to the side of the road, just passing by a taxi, Yan Chuyang waved his hand, and the taxi stopped in front of him. Yan Chuyang looked at Song Huaiqi: "Senior, I'm leaving first."
The man hummed: "Be careful on the road."
Yan Chuyang took a step towards the car, but within two steps, Wei Qing grabbed his wrist and stopped him.
Yan Chuyang turned back impatiently: "What are you doing?"
Wei Qing sighed slightly: "Are you really going?"
"right!"
"I can't bear to let you sleep alone in the rental house."
"Heh." Yan Chuyang sneered and shook off the man's hand, "I can't bear to sleep in a rented house alone, but I can't bear to leave me alone on the podium to be bullied?"
Wei Qing's eyes flickered, Yan Chuyang took advantage of his distraction, turned around and opened the door to go in.
"Yan Chuyang!" Wei Qing hurriedly took his hand again, "I can't bear you."
Looking at the man's serious eyes, Yan Chuyang's heart softened suddenly, but when he thought of what happened on the podium, his head seemed to be poured with cold water, and he suddenly sobered up.
"Let go!" Yan Chuyang broke free from his hand, hurried into the car, looked ahead and shouted: "Master, drive quickly!"
He was afraid that if he stayed for a while, he would throw away his armor and go back with Wei Qing.
There is no way, as long as Wei Qing speaks soft words to him, he will not bear to be angry with him.
The taxi sped away.
The gentleness on the man's face disappeared without a trace the moment Yan Chuyang disappeared.
Song Huaiqi stood beside him, shook his head in admiration, and said in a daze: "Mr. Wei, can you be more shameless?"
One sentence at a time, I am reluctant, one sentence at a time, I am worried about you.
Pulling and tugging, coaxing and persuading, is the next step going to be a bitter scene
How thick is this guy
The man straightened his collar, turned his head calmly, raised his hand and raised his palm and said with a smile: "Mr. Song is shameless, but I was the one who held Yan Chuyang's hand in the end." .”
With a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat, Song Huaiqi shook his head speechlessly and said, "Wei Qing, who the hell are you?"
How could his shamelessness refresh his bottom line over and over again
Does that Wei Qing, a famous gentleman in Song City, exist? Is it really this person in front of you
Wei Qing lowered his hands, looked at Song Huaiqi firmly and said, "Give up, you are Chuyang's friend, I don't want to deal with you, but if you keep approaching my wife like this again and again, I don't rule out that you will be with me." You become a commercial competitor."
Song Huaiqi was startled suddenly.
This was the worst outcome he had ever imagined.
Although he doesn't want to admit it, Wei Qing's industrial chain and corporate funds involved in Songcheng are much higher than the company he manages now. In addition, Wei Qing has a wide network of contacts, and there are people in the business circle of Songcheng who don't know He, but there will be no one who doesn't know Wei Qing.
With his status and conditions, if he really wanted to mess with him, it would be a piece of cake.
Fighting against him is definitely the worst result.
Seeing that Song Huaiqi fell into silence, the man shrugged his shoulders: "Think about it carefully, but I don't have much time for you, so I will give you this night to think about it, starting tomorrow. If I see you walking with Yan Chuyang It's very close, don't blame me for turning my face and denying people, after all, you also understand that shopping malls are like battlefields, and there is no mercy to keep them."
After finishing speaking, Wei Qing turned around and walked towards the parking garage next to him.
"Wait." Song Huaiqi called him from behind, "Since you care about him, why did you ignore him when you were in the theater?" Schizophrenia
The air was silent for two seconds.
Just when Song Huaiqi thought he wouldn't answer, the man said faintly: "I want him to come over by himself. I'll just sit under the stage. He can obviously come over and hold my hand."
Wei Qing waited for a long time, since those photos were released, and since Yan Chuyang admitted that he likes boys, he has been pretending to wait carelessly.
He wanted Yan Chuyang to come down, walk up to him, come over frankly, hold his hand, go to the stage and tell everyone.
Look, the person in the photo is him.
He's not my boyfriend, he's my husband. We got married on March 12 this year. The marriage certificate is at home. I'll show it to you another day.
But he didn't.
Not at all.
He just stood on the stage so firmly and was wronged by everyone.
He was sitting under the stage, looking at the boy's pale face from being bullied, his heart was about to bleed from pain.
However, he didn't move. He exhausted all his restraint and forced himself to sit. He wanted to see what position he had in Yan Chuyang's heart.
In public, can he really introduce him to his classmates, friends, and even his teachers frankly
But he was disappointed, he was willing to be insulted and bullied by that bastard called Lu Haolin, and even forced to beat someone, but he didn't want to come over and hold his hand, even when the principal asked him to call his boyfriend, he All remained silent.
Seeing the moment when Yan Chuyang was holding the phone tightly, to be honest, his heart was so nervous that his throat moved.
He had already made up his mind, it would be fine if he didn't hold his hand, as long as Yan Chuyang called him, as soon as his cell phone rang, he would immediately rush to the stage, kiss him, hug him, save him and take him home .
But Yan Chuyang didn't call, he didn't even want to call him.
It is conceivable that at that moment, he did not want to admit him.