Yan Chuyang rubbed the corner of his hot mouth and stared: "Are you serious? Can't I wash it for you?"
Wei Qing walked past him sullenly, looked at the kitchen and said, "Why didn't Aunt Wang come to work?"
Yan Chuyang let out a sigh, and said with a guilty conscience: "She asked for leave, and there seems to be something wrong at home."
"Ask for leave?" Wei Qing frowned displeasedly, "Why didn't you tell me about the leave?"
"Maybe it's urgent, so I don't have time."
Wei Qing said annoyedly: "Then what will we do for dinner tonight?"
"I did it for you."
Wei Qing turned his head and looked at the person in front of him in surprise: "You did it?"
"Yeah." Yan Chuyang pointed to the dining table: "It's on the table, I've already eaten, and you're the only one left."
Wei Qing's face softened a little: "Thanks for your hard work."
Yan Chuyang waved his hand: "No hard work, no hard work."
Cook for you, willingly.
Wei Qing paced to the dining table, looked at the table blankly: "Where's the meal?"
"Here." Yan Chuyang pointed to a small bowl in the center of the dining table that was held by a porcelain basin.
"….What's this?"
Yan Chuyang took the porcelain basin away: "Instant noodles."
Wei Qing's forehead twitched as he looked at several large black unknown objects on the sparse instant noodles: "What's floating on it?"
"This." Yan Chuyang picked up a piece of chopsticks to claim credit and said, "Beef, I'm afraid you won't be able to eat it, so I specially found beef for you at home."
Wei Qing's forehead twitched twice: "Beef? Where did you get it?"
"In the cupboard, the bottom layer is wrapped with several layers of plastic wrap. I almost didn't recognize it...Hey, where are you going!"
Wei Qing turned around and went out, hurried to the cupboard and opened it and saw the empty plate, as if a piece of his heart had been gouged out.
It was the beef of the "Golden Aquitaine" variety that he entrusted several people to transport from the Meuse and region of Lorraine in northeastern France. The meat quality is the best among all beef. He originally wanted to make it medium rare Tasting the steak slowly and carefully, I didn't expect, I didn't expect that one of them would be made into...instant noodles? !
"What's wrong with you." Yan Chuyang whispered behind him.
"Don't talk to me!" Wei Qing roared, and walked to the bedroom with a cold face.
But as soon as he opened the door, he was stunned. There were several large pots of plants and flowers on the window of his balcony, not only on the balcony, but also on the bedside table, on the desk, and on the coffee table. There were also several bottles of different colors, red and red. Green, very ugly.
"Yan Chuyang!" Wei Qing roared angrily.
"Here, here." Yan Chuyang hurried over.
Wei Qing turned his head. Staring at him as if his eyes were frozen, he said, "You put the flowers on the table?"
Yan Chuyang hummed: "You don't have any plants in your room. I think moving two pots for you can increase photosynthesis, which is good for your body."
"You think you think." Wei Qing yelled with a livid face, "Mr. Yan, we don't know each other well, right? Can you stop doing things according to your ideas?!"
Yan Chuyang's face turned pale, and he subconsciously bowed his head and said, "I'm sorry."
Wei Qing tugged at the bow tie helplessly, frowned and said, "Mr. Yan, I think it might not be suitable for us to live together."
Yan Chuyang raised his head abruptly: "But we just got married, so we can't leave now, right? Your dad hasn't had the surgery yet."
"It's not about divorce." Wei Qing looked at him and said seriously, "I mean we live separately."
"Stay apart?"
"Well, you go back to your school, or go back to the house you used to live in, and I will contact you when my dad comes to inspect our house, and you come back."
Yan Chuyang's shoulders trembled, and his eyes flickered slightly: "Is there no room for negotiation?"
"No."
Yan Chuyang lowered his head and muttered, "I'm sorry for causing you trouble. If you find it annoying, then I'll leave now."
"I didn't mean to tell you to leave immediately, it's already midnight..."
"It's okay." Yan Chuyang drooped his eyelids, "I always seem to be like this, reckless, making people feel angry, I'm sorry."
After finishing speaking, the boy bowed together, turned around and walked out in a hurry, his thin back looked pitiful and lonely.
Wei Qing felt more depressed than before, but in the end, he still didn't open his mouth to stop him.
It's better to live separately, he really can't bear to run in with a person whose personality is completely different from his.
****
midnight.
After washing up and moving those unsightly flowers out of his room, Wei Qing began to toss and turn on the bed.
He didn't know what was going on, but he always felt very uneasy.
When he thought of Yan Chuyang's wet eyes staring at him before leaving, he felt his heart tighten.
In any case, Yan Chuyang is still a child, only nineteen years old, and still in college, so his ability to bear it must be weaker than himself.
In fact, he didn't do anything too much, he just ate his ice cream, stewed his beef, messed up his room, and others, he was very well-behaved, and he knew that he would cook for him after get off work, although It's instant noodles, so it's considered intentional.
However, he yelled at the person away.
Is it a little too much
"Ah!" Wei Qing turned over, stared at the smallpox and let out a sigh of relief, thinking straightly, that kid usually looks energetic, so he shouldn't be entangled in thinking about it because of his few words Bar
But... when he left, he seemed quite sad, his face turned pale, his eyes drooped and he didn't dare to look at him, and his shoulders kept trembling.
Nineteen years old, he was only nineteen, when the boy's self-esteem was strong, but he yelled at him without saving any face, and didn't even think about leaving him a step down.
Wei Qing's mind twitched, and he suddenly thought of the news about the college student jumping off the building in a fit of anger because of the professor's accusation.
According to the news, that college student seems to be nineteen years old like Yan Chuyang...