Yan Chuyang pouted: "Can you stop being so sensitive? Ren Xuechang has a girlfriend, and I have seen a beautiful woman in his car several times."
"That's his sister!"
"Oh." Yan Chuyang covered his ears helplessly, raised his head and said, "Master Wei, can you suppress your gossip and start working?"
Wei Yuan snorted, sat down in his seat, and said, "I don't care about the rest, but you must never cuckold my brother."
Yan Chuyang laughed, shook his head, and started to work with concentration.
When Wei Qing got off work, it was already ten o'clock in the evening. A client came to the company, and he had a drink with him.
The light in the living room was on, and Yan Chuyang was sitting on the sofa, dozing off and checking the event plan he had written.
He made an appointment with Song Huaiqi on Friday, the day after tomorrow, to read the project proposal, so he had to write out the event plan as soon as possible.
While changing slippers at the entrance, Wei Qing frowned as he watched the boy hit his head on the back of the sofa for a while, and then hit the folder in his hand. The folder in the boy's hand was pulled away at once, and he patted the back of his head and said
"Go back to the house and go to bed."
Yan Chuyang shivered, rubbed his eyes, looked up at the person in front of him and said, "Are you back?"
"Yeah." Wei Qing untied his tie and threw it on the sofa, turned around and sat beside Yan Chuyang and asked, "What time is it, why are you still not asleep?"
Yan Chuyang leaned over, snatched the folder from Wei Qing's hand, held it on his chest and said, "I have some work that I haven't dealt with well, stay up late and work overtime."
"Working overtime?" Wei Qing raised his eyebrows, "Aren't you in school? Why are you still working?"
Yan Chuyang opened the folder, folded a corner of the page that he checked just now, and said casually, "I am the club president of our school, and the club has activities recently."
"Yo." Wei Qing snorted and laughed, "Okay, it looks tender like a bean sprout, but it can still be the president by itself."
"Tch." Yan Chuyang snorted unconvinced, "Don't judge people by their appearance, my ability is beyond your imagination, if you don't believe me, go to our school and ask, I am the idol of many juniors and girls."
"Haha." Wei Qing couldn't help laughing, maybe because he was drunk, the harshness of people would be greatly reduced, Wei Qing unexpectedly felt that the bragging person in front of him was not cute.
It may also be that Yan Chuyang is young, in short, when he is with him, the whole person will be very relaxed.
The slightly drunkenness and the dim light made his heart, which had been tensed and tired all day, become comfortable and comfortable.
"Have you been drinking?" Yan Chuyang moved closer to him, sniffed at his neckline, frowned and said, "It sounds like you drank a lot?"
"No." Wei Qing pushed his leaning body away, he smelled the fragrance of the shower gel on the boy's body, and this smell made his drowsy head even more drowsy.
"Cut, just drink it." Yan Chuyang got off the sofa unhappily, dragged the cotton to the kitchen, brewed a cup of Pu'er and brought it over, handed it to Wei Qing and said, "No, Pu'er, hangover."
Wei Qing said thank you, brought it over and raised his head to take a sip.
Yan Chuyang sat back on the sofa again, holding his planning book and began to write and calculate. He had to list all the expenditures of the project in detail, so that the accounts would be clear first, so that the activities could proceed smoothly.
Seeing that he was busy again, Wei Qing said displeasedly: "It's past ten o'clock, what work has to be done tonight?"
Yan Chuyang said casually without raising his head: "Time is tight and tasks are heavy. I am the president, so of course I have to do more work."
Wei Qing put his head on the back of the sofa, frowned and asked, "Have you eaten tonight?"
"have eaten."
"Didn't you cook for yourself?"
"No, Aunt Wang made it for me."
Wei Qing breathed a sigh of relief, and said solemnly: "In the future, if Aunt Wang is not around, you can go out and buy something to eat. Don't cook by yourself."
He was really afraid of his "beef instant noodles".
Yan Chuyang said, "I see."
"You haven't touched the ice cream in the refrigerator, have you?"
"I touched it, but I ate a little bit, not much."
"Have you taken your cold medicine?"
"Drink it."
"The fever didn't come up today."
"No."
"that….."
"Aren't you going to sleep?" Yan Chuyang raised his head, his brows were furrowed tightly, as if he was very unhappy.
Wei Qing snorted embarrassingly: "Did I disturb you?"
Yan Chuyang nodded, and said without hesitation at all: "It's a little disturbing, I'm distracted when you talk, I've miscalculated several times."
Wei Qingjun put a serious face on his face, and said in a calm voice: "What does a miscalculation have to do with me, you have poor work ability."
Yan Chuyang pointed to the wall clock on the wall: "But it's almost eleven o'clock now, don't you have a regular schedule? Don't you go to bed now?"
"Don't sleep." Wei Qing said solemnly, "I haven't taken a shower yet, I'm going to take a shower when I wake up."
"Okay." Yan Chuyang lowered his head helplessly, tried his best to concentrate, and calculated the remaining few pages of accounts bit by bit.
"Hey." Wei Qing suddenly leaned over and glanced at the event planner above him, "You want sponsorship?"
"That's right." Yan Chuyang said helplessly: "The school suddenly stopped allocating funds for our club activities, so we have to fight for it ourselves."
"Shall I help you?"
"No need." Yan Chuyang quickly refused, "I can do it myself."
Wei Qing shook his head, took the folder from the boy's hand again, looked at the shabby expenses written down on the paper, smacked his lips and said, "I'll sponsor you, you don't have to pull anyone, pull me That’s fine, I’m solely responsible for all your project expenses.”
"No need." Yan Chuyang's face changed, and he snatched the folder from him unhappy and said with a straight face, "I told you that I don't need your help."
Wei Qing shook his head: "You are really young. Is it shameful to ask me to help? Even if you can't get rid of this face, how will you enter the society in the future?"
"Who can't lose face." Yan Chuyang glared at him, "I just don't want to beg you."