Wei Qing thought for a while and said: "It seems to be 18,000, I don't care, the salary is paid to her salary card on a regular basis."
Yan Chuyang swallowed: "Eighteen thousand? One month?"
Wei Qing let out a deep "Hmm."
"Hey!" The boy suddenly straightened up, grabbed the man's collar and growled, "You only pay me more than 10,000 a month when I marry you, which is not as high as Aunt Wang's salary!"
Wei Qing opened his eyes, looked at the boy's shining pupils in the dark, smiled lowly and said, "If you think it's too little, I'll pay you tomorrow too."
The deep and sexy laughter caused the chest to vibrate, Yan Chuyang was so fascinated by the charming voice that his head became dizzy, he subconsciously softened, and then leaned on the man's shoulder, and said sullenly: "That's not necessary, I would have No Auntie Wang does as many things, and the more you work, the more you get, so it makes sense for me to earn less than others."
"No." Wei Qing shook his head, suddenly touched the boy's smooth chin with his finger and said lightly, "You have done more things than her."
At least, Aunt Wang will not make him feel so relaxed and comfortable.
Yan Chuyang's heart palpitated, and he raised his head triumphantly: "Is it because I know how to make instant beef noodles?"
Wei Qing's heart choked: "Don't mention that beef again!"
Yan Chuyang laughed twice, and lay down in his arms for a while, his face changed suddenly, he straightened up suddenly and said: "It's over, it's over, forget about the business."
Wei Qing let go of his waist and frowned, "What's the matter?"
"I went downstairs to find a note, but you hooked me up... I forgot to communicate!" With that, Wei Qing jumped off him.
"A note?" Wei Qing also stood up, "What note are you looking for?"
"It's the kind where it's written all over."
The corner of the man's mouth twitched, "What eh?"
Yan Chuyang didn't hold back, and said frankly: "Wei Yuan found a girlfriend, but her girlfriend is a rotten girl, the kind of girl who likes to watch same-sex relationships."
Wei Qing's eyes flickered: "And then?"
"Then, then, that girl didn't know where she heard that I had a nice voice, so she asked Wei Yuan to record a Jiaopan from me, otherwise she would break up with Wei Yuan."
"Jiao Pan?"
Yan Chuyang nodded, "It's that kind of thing."
"Nonsense!" Wei Qing's face turned livid.
Yan Chuyang spread his hands: "I also think it's nonsense."
Wei Qing folded his hands on his hips and said in silence for a while, "No recording is allowed. I'll call Wei Yuan and ask him to stay away from you."
Others don't know, but Wei Qing knows best that as his cousin, he has been crooked since he was narrow-minded, and Yan Chuyang is soft and innocent, so he is easy to be influenced by him. Oh no.
Yan Chuyang nodded, and said casually: "It would be great if you can control him, I don't want to help him with this."
Wei Qing hummed, turned around and went to the coffee table to pick up his mobile phone, and dialed a number familiarly.
Yan Chuyang looked at the side face of him on the phone, and was stunned for a while, Wei Yuan's vicious words suddenly flashed in his mind: "If you don't record it for me, I will tell my brother that you have always liked him."
"Don't!" The boy shrank his eyes, rushed forward, snatched Wei Qing's phone, and pressed the end button neatly.
"What are you doing?!" Wei Qing looked very impatient.
"Eh..." Yan Chuyang hid the phone behind his back, and said with dodge eyes, "I, I thought about it, I should stop calling, I suddenly felt that Wei Yuan's girlfriend is actually my friend, She, she treats me very well on weekdays, helping her to record this is actually not a big deal."
"Yan Chuyang!"
"Really, really." The boy raised his head and said seriously, "It's not a big deal anyway, since she brought it up, I want to help her."
Wei Qing frowned: "If you do this, won't your girlfriend be jealous?"
"Ah?" Yan Chuyang was confused.
Wei Qing repeated impatiently: "Didn't you say that you have a girlfriend? If you have a girlfriend and record such things for others, won't it make her feel uncomfortable?"
Yan Chuyang lowered his eyes sullenly, rubbed the floor with his slippers and said, "It's okay, she trusts me more."
Wei Qing snorted coldly: "Then what do you like to do, it has nothing to do with us, I don't care."
Yan Chuyang let out a cry, and raised his hand to turn on the floor lamp beside the sofa, and the dim room suddenly brightened.
The boy looked back and forth on the sofa, only to find that the note had fallen into the crack of the sofa.
After taking out the note, Yan Chuyang turned around and said to Wei Qing: "Go to bed early, good night." Then he ran to the bathroom.
"Hello!" Wei Qing called him, "What are you doing in the bathroom at night?"
Yan Chuyang raised the recording pen in his hand: "The sound insulation effect of the bathroom is good, so no one can hear it."
"Cut." The man made a very disdainful nasal voice, "It's just the two of us at home, are you still afraid that I will listen to you and fail to record?"
"I'm not afraid."
"Don't think about it." Wei Qing sat down on the sofa with stiff shoulders and said, "It's disgusting for a man to make a pussy voice, what's so good about it? I'll plug my ears! "
Yan Chuyang's eyes flickered, and his heart felt like a small needle prick, and it hurt.
Wei Qing repulses men so much, if he tells him later that he has always liked him, will he hate him and hide away from him
"Hey." Yan Chuyang drooped his head in frustration, and said weakly: "I will try to keep my voice as low as possible so as not to disturb you."
After speaking, the boy went to the bathroom with heavy steps.
After stunned in the bathroom for a while, Yan Chuyang began to clean up his mood and prepare for work. Wei Yuan was due tomorrow, and it was already midnight. If he didn't give it to him tomorrow, it would be over if he really told Wei Qing his secret.
Yan Chuyang took out the recording pen, pressed the switch button, unfolded the note again, tried to read it again, and then paused for each line marked on the note, adjusted his breathing, and made his breathing a little rougher.