Just as he was angry, the phone in Yan Chuyang's pocket suddenly vibrated.
Wei Qing narrowed his eyes, leaned down to the boy's ear and said, "Yan Chuyang, your phone is ringing."
Yan Chuyang scratched his ears, leaned against the car window with his eyes closed, and said in a daze, "Please help me pick it up..."
Wei Qing took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and turned on the screen to realize that it was not a phone call, but a text message.
Letter from: Senior Song Huaiqi.
Wei Qing endured the urge to throw the phone out of the car window, and clicked on the text message.
"Chuyang, today's stage play is very exciting. You performed very well. Congratulations. I wonder if you are free tonight? If you have time, come out and have a meal. It's a celebration."
Wei Qing heaved a sigh of relief, clicked on the call on his mobile phone, and called Song Huaiqi.
The phone was picked up quickly, and Song Huaiqi said in surprise: "Chuyang? I thought you were busy now, so I didn't dare to call you, you..."
"I'm Wei Qing." The man's voice interrupted him steadily.
"Eh." Song Huaiqi was stunned for a moment, then frowned and asked, "Why is Chuyang's phone in your hand?"
Wei Qing turned his head, stared at the boy's face, raised his hand to touch his drooping eyelashes, and said in a low voice, "He fell asleep. He seems to be quite tired after a busy day on the stage."
There was silence on the other end of the phone, and it took a long time for Song Huaiqi to ask, "Are you okay? Why did you use Chuyang to call me?"
Wei Qing smiled: "It's nothing, I just wanted to tell you that he's going to bed soon, and he doesn't have time to go out for dinner with you."
Song Huaiqi raised his voice: "Do you live together?"
"That's right." Wei Qing moved closer to the boy's face, kissed the tip of his nose and said, "He's sleeping on my bed now."
Song Huaiqi's voice sank, his expression slightly grim: "Aren't you cousins?"
"Ha." The man chuckled, "It's cousins, cousins without blood."
"No blood relationship?"
"Yes." Wei Qing jokingly said, "Because we are not related by blood, we are the kind of brothers who can do whatever we want, just like now, when he lies on my bed, I can..."
"Wei Qing!"
Hearing the man's exasperated voice, the hostility in Wei Qing's heart finally dissipated, and he said in a brisk tone, "I won't tell you anymore, I think he is about to wake up."
After finishing speaking, Wei Qing ignored the roar on the other end of the phone and directly pressed the hang up button.
The man breathed a sigh of relief, tapped the phone a few times with his slender fingers, blocked Song Huaiqi's number, and put the phone back into Yan Chuyang's pocket.
After doing this, the stuffy mood was finally relieved.
Wei Qing turned his head, gently pinched the boy's face, and whispered, "You can't blame me. As your brother, I have the responsibility to help you eliminate the perverts around you. I'm doing it for your own good."
The boy twisted his face uncomfortably, his eyebrows furrowed.
"Okay." Wei Qing leaned over and kissed his brow, "I won't bother you anymore, sleep well."
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The stage play came to a successful conclusion, and Wei Yuan managed to host a club dinner, which was regarded as a reward for everyone's hard work for a month.
Yan Chuyang didn't want to go at first, because there was less than a month before the comic exhibition competition, and he was practicing nervously every day.
But he is the president of the animation club, if he doesn't go, he can't justify it, and he will cheer up everyone's interest, plus Wei Yuan keeps nagging in his ear, so Yan Chuyang agreed.
At seven o'clock in the evening, Wei Qing worked overtime and didn't come home.
Yan Chuyang picked a lot from the cabinet, and finally pulled out a piece of his own clothes from under the cabinet.
Wei Qing bought him all branded goods, and there were a lot of people going to the party, so he didn't want to make everyone misunderstand by wearing such high-profile clothes.
We made an appointment at a mid-level restaurant. The people who came were all students, and the consumption level was not high, so it was AA system.
However, what Yan Chuyang didn't expect was that Song Huaiqi also went to their students' dinner party.
"President, come quickly!" Junior Xiaoyou waved to him happily and said, "Sit here with me!"
Yan Chuyang walked over and sat next to Xiaoyou. Song Huaiqi was on his right. He turned his head to say hello to him, but Song Huaiqi lowered his head and ate calmly, as if he hadn't seen him.
Yan Chuyang didn't have the nerve to speak, but just smiled embarrassingly, and began to join in everyone's complaints.
They are all students in the 17th and 18th years, and the topics they talk about are trivial things in school. Laughter bursts out at the dinner table from time to time, and the atmosphere is very harmonious.
But I don't know what's wrong. Yan Chuyang always felt very awkward, not because he was talking nonsense with everyone, but because Song Huaiqi was so awkward sitting next to him!
Song Huaiqi didn't speak or smile, just sat next to him and ate without even raising his head.
Halfway through drinking, Yan Chuyang was forced to stand up and sing. He was thin-skinned, and after singing a song, he pushed to go to the bathroom and escaped from the private room.
After washing his face in the bathroom to wake up, the boy went out and bumped into Song Huaiqi who was standing at the door.
"Eh!" Yan Chuyang stepped back in shock, and after seeing the person in front of him clearly, he lowered his head regretfully and said, "Senior, I'm sorry, I drank a little too much, so I didn't see it."
Song Huaiqi didn't speak, but walked around his shoulder calmly and walked past him.
Yan Chuyang frowned strangely, Song Huaiqi would never be so rude to others, what happened today? But I didn't think much about it, I just thought it might be that he was in a bad mood today, and he didn't have much time to deal with others.
Hearing someone calling him in the box, Yan Chuyang stepped forward again, but just after taking two steps, he was stopped by the person behind him again.
"Yan Chuyang."
"Huh?" The boy stopped and turned to look at him, "Senior, what's the matter?"
Song Huaiqi turned around, exhaled, and stared at him for a long time before asking with difficulty:
"What does that Wei Qing... have to do with you?"
Yan Chuyang was startled, scratched his neck and said, "Cousin, I remember what I told you."
"Isn't it a kiss?" The man suddenly asked.
Yan Chuyang frowned, and asked suspiciously, "Did you hear what someone said?"