Contrast is the best way to reflect the beauty of a beauty.
As a friend, there is only so much he can help, and the rest is all up to Yan Chuyang's good luck.
"Hello." A boy hurriedly pushed open the glass door of the restaurant, grabbed the wrist of a passing waiter, and asked heavily, "Is there a Mr. Wei Qing here?"
Hearing the voice, Wei Qing turned his eyes around, looked at the person wearing a black safety helmet at the door, and said to the phone: "Stop talking, the person you introduced seems to be here." After speaking, the man cut off the phone .
"Wei Qing?" The waiter shook his head, "I'm not sure, but that gentleman seems to be waiting for someone." Then, the waiter pointed to the table by the window: "I don't know if he is the Wei Qing you mentioned. Mr. Qing."
Yan Chuyang looked in the direction of his finger, Wei Qing happened to look up at him, and the two looked at each other from a distance.
"Huh..." Yan Chuyang let out a long mouthful, his eyes straightened.
How can he be so handsome
Why is the nose so straight, why are the facial features so profound
Why are the eyes so attractive
Staring at his eyes, deep and dark, I want people to drown in them willingly.
For such a person, death is worth it.
Yan Chuyang walked towards Wei Qing step by step.
As if stepping on my own heart, my heart palpitates step by step.
He regretted a little, why didn't he take the quick rescue pill left by his grandma at home.
The rhythm of this heartbeat is simply too sour.
"Hello." Wei Qing stood up first, and stretched out his hand to Yan Chuyang.
Yan Chuyang lowered his eyes and stared at the big hand with sharp joints, his Adam's apple rolled secretly, but after hesitating for a while, he did not shake his hand, but raised his eyes, trying to suppress his regret and said
"There is no need for so many false etiquette, let's talk about business."
Wei Qing raised his eyebrows and didn't speak, but his frown was obviously relaxed. The boy's neat way of handling things made him very comfortable.
Actually, Wei Yuan taught Yan Chuyang this before coming here.
Wei Yuan explained to him that he must behave vigorously and resolutely, because what his cousin hates most are procrastinating, slutty men, and he especially hates homosexuality, so he must suppress his admiration for him and show is full of masculinity.
Yan Chuyang sat down at the dining table. As soon as he sat down due to excessive nervousness, he subconsciously picked up the cool white on the table and brought it to his mouth, but when it was brought to his mouth, the glass touched his safety helmet crisply goggles, water spilled out.
"Er..." Wei Qing frowned, stood up slightly, and raised his hand to help Yan Chuyang lift the glass eyepiece of the safety helmet.
Yan Chuyang didn't expect him to do this, and subconsciously widened his eyes.
Wei Qing shook his hands.
Completely frightened by the boy's dark eyes.
I didn't see clearly just now, but now I can see clearly after lifting the goggles on the helmet.
The boy was very young, about 17 or 18 years old, with narrow eyebrows. He seemed to have heard someone say that people with narrow eyebrows are very stubborn and persistent in doing things.
The skin is very white, as tender as a child's, the nose is very straight, the eyes are big, the lips are thin, and the color is very tender.
The eyes are a bit inset, and there are many black pupils, so when he is staring at him, I feel terrified.
All in all, it looks okay.
Wei Qing lowered his hands, leaned back on the back of the chair and thought furiously, although he was a bit inferior to other handsome faces, he was still cute, ninety-five points.
"I'm sorry." Yan Chuyang raised his hand in embarrassment and took off his helmet, put it on his hand and said, "I ran so fast that I forgot to take off my helmet."
Wei Qing said it was okay, casually glanced at the word SHOEI on the top of the boy's helmet, raised his eyebrows and said, "You came here by motorcycle?"
Yan Chuyang was stunned for a moment, "Ah" and said, "Yes! Motorcycle."
"Do you like motorcycles?"
"That's right." Yan Chuyang smiled exaggeratedly, opened his arms, leaned back on the back of the chair, and said carelessly: "Man, who doesn't have a Harley dream."
Wei Qing nodded in satisfaction.
Very good, although the big talk is not very manly, it is still a bit delicate and cute, but compared with the few people I met a few days ago with their orchid fingers up, they are still very masculine.
"Want to order?" Yan Chuyang looked at him eagerly.
"You order." Wei Qing handed over the menu and said, "You are considered a guest."
Yan Chuyang hummed, took the menu, glanced at it and said, "Philo steak, medium rare."
Wei Qing frowned: "Do you like to eat medium-rare food?"
"Yes." Yan Chuyang raised his head, and said insincerely, "It's exciting to eat beef or something bloody."
very good. Wei Qing's eyes darkened, and he checked again in his heart.
Appearance is okay, masculinity is okay, appetite is also compatible.
Next, ask about his family background, if he is innocent, then he can basically settle this person down.
Secret joy surged in the man's heart, it seems that today is finally here, after so many days of searching, his incomprehensible cousin finally found the right one.
"You also know the purpose of your visit today?"
Wei Qing cut to the chase.
Yan Chuyang nodded: "I know, come to marry you."
Wei Qing frowned, and tugged at the tie with displeasure: "It's a fake marriage, please keep that fake name on you at all times, I don't mind."
Yan Chuyang snorted, and suddenly raised his dark eyes again, and asked eagerly, "When can we get married? Do I need to get a certificate or something? Do I want to exchange rings? Where do I choose for the church?"
The air was silent for two seconds.
Wei Qing tapped his fingers on the table, looked at him suspiciously and said
"May I ask, are you in a hurry?"
Yan Chuyang let out a cry, and came back to his senses and hurriedly said: "I, I'm not in a hurry, but I have to pay the tuition fee when school starts soon. I'm a little tight, and I want to hurry up to make money. Didn't I hear that if I can marry Mr. Wei, Will there be a salary? So….”
Wei Qing frowned, nodded in satisfaction and said, "Of course, this is a job. We are partners, so naturally we will be paid every month."