"No." Song Huaiqi shook his head, "I just think you two don't look alike."
"Ah." Yan Chuyang breathed a sigh of relief, "It's not my relative, but I treat him as my relative."
Yan Chuyang didn't lie, he really regarded Wei Qing as a relative, and when liking someone gradually became a habit, he would regard him as his closest relative.
Song Huaiqi's tense complexion eased, and he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips and said, "It turns out that they are relatives. I saw that the two of you interacted very closely that time, so I thought you were lovers."
"How is it possible!" Yan Chuyang's face changed suddenly, and he quickly shook his head to retort, "Senior, you really think too much, how could we two be lovers?"
For now, Yan Chuyang doesn't want others to know that he has married Wei Qing and obtained a certificate.
He is still in school. Although the society has opened up and everyone has become more tolerant of same-sex romances, he is not in society now, but in school.
The school is a very closed existence, and if things like marrying the same sex are spread in the school, it will still cause a lot of commotion.
He doesn't want to receive too much attention, he just wants to finish his college life peacefully.
Besides, Wei Qing definitely doesn't want others to know about their relationship.
The third article of the contract between the two of them stipulated that they were not allowed to disclose the fact that they were married to anyone except Wei Qing's family.
Therefore, for the sake of the contract, it must be kept secret.
Song Huaiqi's eyes darkened: "It's impossible to be with him, is it because you don't like men?"
"Uh, not really." Yan Chuyang thought for a while, scratched the back of his head and said, "I don't object to this, but Wei Qing is straight, he can't like boys."
Alas, while speaking, the boy sighed from the bottom of his heart, his heart was uncontrollably floating and powerless.
As long as Wei Qing bends a little bit, he has worked hard for so long, he will not still treat him as a younger brother...
Song Huaiqi's tense emotions were completely relaxed. He knew Yan Chuyang, he was simple-minded, he would say what he wanted, and he would not lie to others easily. He said that Wei Qing was his family, so he must have no meaning for him in that respect!
That said, he still has a chance.
"I was thinking too much." Song Huaiqi smiled gently and said, "I'm sorry, there are so many things these days, and my mind is a bit confused."
"It's okay." Yan Chuyang shook his head, and said a little funny, "You didn't just ignore me just because you misunderstood Wei Qing and me, did you?"
"Yes." Song Huaiqi said without hesitation, "I thought you two were in a relationship, so I felt a little uncomfortable."
Yan Chuyang's complexion changed, and he smiled with great difficulty and said, "You also think it's disgusting for two men to be together, right?"
Song Huaiqi quickly waved his hand: "No, I mean..."
"Forget it." Yan Chuyang interrupted him, "No need to explain, I understand." Some feelings, no matter how pure they are, are unbearable aliens among some people.
Song Huaiqi smiled bitterly: "If you really understand." He didn't have to stay by his side so hard, constantly speculating, suspicious and panicking.
"Senior." Yan Chuyang looked at the time and said, "I have to go into the private room. Wei Yuan sent me a text message when I first came out, saying that he couldn't bear it anymore, and asked me to help him hold the wine."
Song Huaiqi hummed, and said in a low tone, "You should drink less too, don't be so honest, just make up your mind, drinking too much will hurt your health."
Yan Chuyang nodded and said with a smile: "I see, then I'll go first." After speaking, the boy waved at him, turned around and trotted into the private room.
Song Huaiqi stood there all the time, staring at the boy's back until he disappeared.
****
When he received the call from Yan Chuyang, Wei Qing was negotiating contracts with several foreign businessmen, and the business was reaching a point, so it was inappropriate to walk away, so he hung up on Yan Chuyang's phone, and waited for the contract to be finalized, watching After those foreigners finally smiled and nodded and said OK, the man immediately stood up, pushed the assistant out to deal with the following matters, and went to the company's stairs to make a phone call.
He called Yan Chuyang several times, but no one answered, or someone hung up after ringing for a while, and the man frowned anxiously.
Finally, after the fourth call, the phone was picked up.
"Hello? Yan Chuyang?"
"Brother." It was Wei Yuan's voice on the phone, "Yan Chuyang drank too much and is sleeping on his stomach on the table in the restaurant."
Wei Qing's eyebrows twitched suddenly: "Has he been drinking? Who is he drinking with?!"
Wei Yuan hesitated with a guilty conscience: "It's all my fault... Those elementary school girls kept pouring water on me. Chuyang saw that I couldn't hold on, so he blocked two drinks for me."
"Wei Yuan!" Wei Qing roared suddenly, "You asked him to hold back the wine for you? Is his appearance suitable for drinking?!"
"Why is it not suitable for drinking?" Wei Yuan muttered, "Yan Chuyang can drink better than me."
"Fart!" Wei Qing uttered a rare slur, and growled, "You're used to drinking, it doesn't matter how much alcohol you drink in your stomach, our family is so delicate!"
Wei Yuan's forehead twitched violently: "Brother...can you protect your weaknesses from being so obvious?"
Yan Chuyang's stomach is pampered, is his stomach made of iron
After all, he is his own brother. Is there a brother who pokes his heart like this
"Don't talk so much with me!" Wei Qing said in a gloomy tone, "Where is Yan Chuyang now, send me the specific address!"
"Pomegranate Garden Hotel, Port East Road, Songcheng."
Wei Qing wrote down the address, said something to look at Yan Chuyang carefully, then hurriedly hung up the phone and rushed to Budong Road.
Yan Chuyang's wine was good, and when he drank too much, he would lie down and sleep with a red face, neither talking nor making trouble.
Wei Yuan stared unblinkingly at the side, and Song Huaiqi left halfway, as if the company had something to do, and a few students at the table were having a good time, and after drinking, they started guessing and playing games in the box, laughing and joking. Troupe.
It was very noisy in the box.
When Wei Qing opened the door and came in, what he saw was such a scene.
Yan Chuyang huddled pitifully into a small ball in the extremely noisy box, sleeping on the table with a red face, the expression on his face looked very painful, and his delicate eyebrows were knotted into a bulging knot.