When Yan Chuyang came home from school, Wei Qing hadn't finished class yet.
Aunt Wang made the meal early, and Yan Chuyang was not used to having someone watching over her meal, so she asked Aunt Wang to leave work early.
Aunt Wang knew that this new guest had some right to speak at home, so she listened to his dispatch, put the meal on the dining table, took off her apron and left for get off work.
Yan Chuyang was always thinking about that heavy panting, thinking about how to complete this task without shame, so he didn't eat a few mouthfuls, and kept distracted. Finally, he hurriedly drank some soup and put the bowl and chopsticks Packed up and went upstairs to bed.
"Ah!" Throwing herself on the soft bed, Yan Chuyang let out a long and comfortable breath, and murmured: "Whatever he is panting, sleep first is the right way."
After finishing speaking, Yan Chuyang closed his eyes contentedly, and began to dream about Duke Zhou.
After falling asleep for two or three hours, the phone on the table suddenly buzzed.
Yan Chuyang rolled over and covered his ears with pillows, but the phone kept ringing persistently, and there was a posture of not stopping if he didn't answer it.
"Ah!" The boy hammered out of bed in annoyance, forced himself up from the bed and took the phone from the table.
"Hello?"
"Chuyang, how is the plan going?" Wei Yuan's expectant voice came from the phone, and he couldn't help but look forward to it, because his little girlfriend said that if she got Yan Chuyang's panting, she could promise him All requirements.
All the requirements, hahaha, it’s wonderful to think about it.
Yan Chuyang lifted the quilt depressed and sat up and said, "Brother, you can't do that, right? I've only left school for a few hours, so the kid wouldn't be in such a hurry to urge his life?"
Wei Yuan sighed, and said guiltily: "Chuyang, it's not that I want to force you, but that woman is too eager to chase after her. She said that if I can't even meet her request, then I'm useless. He said that if he couldn't get the recording tomorrow, he would break up with me."
Yan Chuyang smacked his lips: "Are you looking for Empress Dowager Cixi as your girlfriend?"
"Oh, you don't understand." Wei Yuan said with a chuckle, "This is the cuteness of girls, they are pretty and capricious, without losing their charm."
Yan Chuyang's shoulders shook: "Okay, okay, I won't say anymore, you guys are just willing to fight and suffer."
Wei Yuan urged again: "Then you act quickly."
"I know, I know." Yan Chuyang said helplessly, "I'll take out the recorder and start recording, okay?"
"Okay, okay." Wei Yuan hung up the phone happily.
Yan Chuyang let out a sigh, let go for a while, took the coat at the corner of the bed resignedly, and fumbled in his pocket, but after fumbling for a while, his expression suddenly changed, "Hey, where's the note?"
There is nothing in the pocket except a prepared voice recorder.
Yan Chuyang climbed to the head of the bed and looked under the bed. The bottom of the bed was pitch black except for the shoes, and there was no note at all.
"It won't be lost, right?" Yan Chuyang was startled, and quickly got out of bed, put on the cotton mop and started to walk downstairs. He sat on the sofa for a while, maybe he fell there.
It was already ten o'clock in the evening, the living room was pitch black and the lights were not turned on. The light switch in the living room was at the door. Yan Chuyang didn't bother to turn it on, so he took his mobile phone to light up and groped to the edge of the sofa, but just two steps away, Suddenly, his foot touched the leg of the stool at hand, and he fell forward unexpectedly.
"Hmm..." There was a muffled groan from the sofa row.
Wei Qing was resting on the sofa when he was caught off guard by Yan Chuyang's pounced body.
"Wei Qing?" Yan Chuyang called out in surprise in the darkness.
"En." The man replied heavily, put his hands on the boy's waist, and half closed his eyes.
Yan Chuyang was stunned, and suddenly smelled a strong smell of alcohol, frowned and slightly lowered his head to sniff the man's neck, complaining dissatisfiedly
"Why are you drinking again?"
Wei Qing closed his eyes and said with a sigh of relief: "I can't help it. When I go to a party and meet some people who have business contacts, I have to drink with them."
Yan Chuyang supported the man's shoulders and wanted to stand up, but just as he straightened up, Wei Qing pushed him down again.
"Hey..." Yan Chuyang said in a muffled voice, lying on his shoulder, "What are you doing? I want to stand up."
Wei Qing's eyes flickered. He didn't know where his subconscious movement came from. He just felt that there was a boy with a peppermint scent on his neck, which made him feel very comfortable, so... he didn't want him to stand up. stand up.
"Don't move." Wei Qing pondered for a while and began to make nonsense, "My waist is a little numb, it seems to be more comfortable when you press it."
"Uh, is that so?" Yan Chuyang was stunned for a moment, frowned, slipped his hand down, and touched the man's thin waist worriedly and said in a low voice
"Is there anything wrong? I read the news two days ago that there was a man who drank so much that his kidneys failed."
Wei Qing's face darkened, and he said quickly, "Don't worry, my waist is numb, and it has nothing to do with my kidneys."
Yan Chuyang sighed: "You should pay more attention to Ma."
Even if it's for me, you have to take good care of your kidneys. Of course, the latter sentence was said in his heart.
Wei Qing didn't speak, he seemed very tired, his eyes were closed, and his breathing was shallow.
Yan Chuyang rubbed against his shoulders, found a suitable position to lie down and began to mutter
"I used to think that you had a regular schedule, but I didn't expect you to be the one who doesn't take your body seriously."
"Aunt Wang also said today that she said that the few days I came to your house are the most comfortable times for her, because she doesn't have to wait for you to get off work. In the past, when you got off work, you had to wait until eleven or twelve o'clock in the middle of the night. She's with you too."
Wei Qing squinted his eyes comfortably, and the light breath on his neck was like a feather, gently scratching his heart, so that his nerves that had been tense all day slowly eased down.
Yan Chuyang raised his head to stare at the man's handsome chin and said, "I think you should pay him overtime."
"Yeah." Wei Qing closed his eyes and said in a low voice, "I will consider giving her a raise tomorrow."
Yan Chuyang hummed, and asked casually, "How much is Aunt Wang's monthly salary?"