Wei Qing thought coldly, since he didn't want to admit him, why did he go up by himself
Going up and pretending to be affectionate, do you lose your reputation
Song Huaiqi frowned incomprehensibly: "You're just sitting under the stage. If you really want to stand up and help him, why don't you just stand up yourself?" Do you want someone to go over and hold his hand? Why is the face so big
Wei Qing turned around and said seriously: "Why do you have to stand up by yourself? I'm different from you." The man paused, narrowed his eyes and said, "I can only wait for my identity, this condition, and this appearance. Others take the initiative."
"But you just dragged Yan Chuyang and told him not to let him go."
"But I let him go in the end." Wei Qing shrugged and snorted arrogantly, "As long as it is not someone who is willing to stay by my side, no matter who it is, I will not keep it."
After speaking, the man took out a pair of sunglasses from his shirt pocket and put them on his face, straightened his shoulders indifferently, turned around, and walked forward without looking back.
Looking at the man's back, Song Huaiqi's throat tightened, and he felt the urge to vomit blood.
Shameless, shameless.
This man is really fucking shameless.
"Wei Qing!" Song Huaiqi couldn't help shouting behind him, "If you are really capable, don't go to Yan Chuyang for the rest of your life, and let him decide whether he wants to be with you or not!"
"Don't worry." Wei Qing snorted coldly as he walked, "Why would I look for him if I don't come back? I will never look for him in my life."
It's past eleven o'clock in the evening.
Wei Qing parked the car on the side of the road, pondered for a while, and finally got out of the car.
An aunt downstairs in the community seemed to have just returned from a square dance, with a fan in her hand, and when she was about to take out her key to open the door, Wei Qing came over.
"Aunt."
The woman was startled, and turned her head quickly. When she saw the man's deep and handsome facial features through the dim light, her tense face immediately burst into joy, and she patted the man's arm with the hand holding the key and said with a smile: "Yo, I said Who is it in the middle of the night, a handsome guy, what can I do with my aunt?"
Wei Qing stepped back uncomfortably, pointed to the upstairs and said:
"Is there a boy named Yan Chuyang living up there? Has he come back today?"
Auntie froze for a moment, then suddenly said: "You are here to find Xiaoyang."
"right."
The aunt said with a oh: "Xiaoyang does live upstairs. He rented my house. He had quit the rent for several months. He suddenly came back this afternoon and told me that he wanted to stay for another two days. He asked me for the key. This kid Xiaoyang is well-behaved and sensible, I trust him, and no one lives upstairs, so I just gave him the key."
Wei Qing nodded and said sincerely, "Thank you so much."
"Hi, no need." The auntie waved her hand and began to chatter, "Xiaoyang has lived with me for several years, and he doesn't have a family. What a good child no one cares about. I look pitiful, and usually treat him as my own child." Look, I don't know what his parents think, they have such a handsome son, and they are still in college, how could they be willing to..."
"Auntie." Wei Qing couldn't help interrupting the woman's thoughts, and coughed lightly, "I'm brother Chuyang, I had a bit of a fight with him today, the kid got angry with me, so I ran away from home , I was worried about him, so I came here to look for him, just, look... can you give me the key?"
The aunt was stunned, and after a moment of silence she shook her head and said, "There's no need to ask for the key anymore, he should be at home, it's fine if you just knock on the door."
"No," Wei Qing explained, "I saw that the window light in his room was turned off just now, and he should be resting. I was afraid that knocking on the door would disturb his sleep."
In fact, he was afraid that Yan Chuyang would not open the door for him.
Auntie's face was moved, she kept nodding her head in appreciation and said, "Brotherly love is deep..."
Wei Qing coughed lightly, and said without changing expression: "Then look, the key...."
"Here." The aunt took out a spare key and handed it to Wei Qing, "This is the only spare key upstairs. You must remember to return it tomorrow morning after you use it."
Wei Qing put the key in his trouser pocket and nodded: "Definitely."
The aunt raised her hand to brush her hair back, looked at the man's strong chin and said, "I also think you look credible, so handsome, and you shouldn't do anything bad. Don't let your aunt down on you."
Wei Qing forced a smile: "Okay."
****
There were no lights in the corridor, and the light was dim. Wei Qing groped his way to the door of Yan Chuyang's room.
He still remembered how Yan Chuyang came out in yellow cartoon pajamas when he came here for the first time.
Rubbing her eyes, she was in a daze, her hair was limp and covered her eyebrows, she was cute like a deer who couldn't find her home.
His first thought at the time was, do you really want to marry him
A little child, is he going to marry a wife or adopt a child
Living together with a young man who is eighteen or nineteen, there will be great differences in living habits and rhythms, right
He had conflicts and entanglements for a moment, but fortunately, this child was handsome enough and had a well-behaved personality, which satisfied his strong requirements for facial control and desire for control.
So after hesitating for a few seconds, he decided to marry him.
While thinking wildly, the man had already inserted the key into the keyhole, turned it gently, and opened the door.
There was no light in the room, and because of the small size, it was a bit stuffy and dark, and I could only vaguely see something in the moonlight outside the window.
Wei Qing walked over gently and turned on the boy's bedside lamp.
The orange warm light illuminates a small space.
When he saw the little man curled up on the bed, the man's heart thumped suddenly.
The weather is too hot, there may be no one in the room for a long time, there is no cooling equipment, not even a fan.
The boy's eyes were closed, his face was flushed with boredom, and his fine eyebrows were tightly knit together, making him uncomfortable to watch.
Wei Qing sighed, stretched his hand along the corner of the boy's T-shirt, and touched his chest and stomach.
Still not sweating, it must be very uncomfortable to be so hot but not sweating.
Because of the problem of not sweating easily, Wei Qing was very concerned about Yan Chuyang's living environment.