"Can't."
"ah?"
Song Huaiqi smiled and said, "I signed today, and there is no reason to ask you out next time."
Yan Chuyang was stunned for a moment, then smiled embarrassingly and said, "How can there be no reason, senior, you can ask me out anytime, but don't ask me out in a coffee shop next time." The boy wrinkled his nose and looked down at his hands. The coffee said seriously, "It's too expensive, and I still can't get enough. I'll treat you to a food stall next time."
Song Huaiqi was palpitated by his disgusted look, and said with a smile: "Okay, let's make an appointment at the food stall next time."
Yan Chuyang hummed, "It must be my treat next time."
"Well, I invite you today, and you invite me next time."
Yan Chuyang nodded.
Song Huaiqi glanced at the coffee in his hand, frowned and said, "The coffee is cold, don't drink it, I'll ask the waiter to change you a cup of hot milk."
"Uh, don't." Yan Chuyang waved his hands and said falteringly, "I, I don't drink milk outside."
Song Huai started to froze and asked, "Do you not like milk?"
"No." Yan Chuyang shook his head, and said with some difficulty, "I promised others not to drink milk outside."
Song Huaiqi raised his eyebrows, and his tone was vaguely unfriendly: "Is your family? Male or female?"
Yan Chuyang lowered his head and stirred the coffee with a small spoon, and said casually, "It's not a family member, it's a friend, a man."
Song Huaiqi's eyes sank: "Is he very close to you? Why do you care about such things?"
"It's not very intimate." Yan Chuyang said a little bit unhappily, "He's annoying me, I seem to be bothering him all the time."
Hearing the boy's obviously disappointed voice, Song Huaiqi's eyes were stained with darkness. Who could affect Yan Chuyang's mood so much, and make him frown uncomfortably just by mentioning him
An inexplicable sense of crisis rose from my heart.
"Waiter" was silent for a while, and Song Huaiqi suddenly waved to the waiter standing next to him, "Give us another cup of hot milk."
Yan Chuyang looked up in embarrassment: "Senior, I really don't want it." He had already promised Wei Qing, no matter how small it was, he didn't want to break his promise.
Song Huaiqi pursed his lips: "It's not for you, I want to drink."
Yan Chuyang let out a sigh, and breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."
When the milk came up, Song Huaiqi suddenly took a spoonful and put it into the coffee cup in front of Yan Chuyang.
Yan Chuyang was unprepared, the milk diffused into the black coffee cup, and a small white flower bloomed.
"I really don't have to..."
"This is not milk." Song Huaiqi smiled gently and said, "Milk and coffee, we call it macchiato, it should be fine to drink macchiato, right?"
Yan Chuyang smiled helplessly, and felt that it would be a bit hypocritical to persist, so he nodded and said, "It doesn't count."
After finishing speaking, the boy picked up the coffee cup and took a sip. The sweetness of the hot milk and the mellow aroma of the coffee gave it a special taste.
"Yan Chuyang?" A deep voice suddenly sounded from behind.
The too familiar voice made the boy's spine stiff, and he quickly put down the coffee cup and turned his head to look. "Wei Qing? Why are you here?"