Song Huaiqi hummed, pulled his tie and was about to sit on the sofa, but when he was about to sit down, Wei Qing suddenly yelled again.
"Wait a moment!"
The man froze there.
Wei Qing pointed to the sofa on the other side and said, "You can sit on that short sofa, this double sofa is where Yan Chuyang takes a nap."
Song Huaiqi straightened up, twitched his forehead and said, "Can't the sleeping sofa be used for sitting?"
"It's not impossible." Wei Qing walked over with a smile, looked at the pillows on the sofa and said, "Our family's Chuyang is too particular, the place he used to sleep, no one else can touch it except me."
Wei Qing deliberately emphasized the words "except me".
Lying again!
Yan Chuyang stared fiercely at the side of the man's face, and shouted in his heart, when did he say that the place where he sleeps should not be touched by others? Obviously, he is the one who keeps people from touching his bed every day, and he is also the one who pays attention to it!
Song Huaiqi didn't know what expression to use to talk to Wei Qing, so he hummed and sat down on the single sofa with no expression on his face.
Wei Qing swaggered and sat on the loveseat sofa, his shoulders fell back, and he leaned gracefully against the back of the sofa, sitting with his long legs crossed.
Song Huaiqi didn't know what to say to Wei Qing, so he turned his head to look at Yan Chuyang who was standing beside him, patted the single sofa next to him and said, "Chuyang, stop standing, sit down."
Yan Chuyang hummed, but instead of going to the sofa next to Song Huaiqi, he sat down next to Wei Qing in a familiar manner.
This has become a habit, every time he sees Wei Qing sitting on the sofa, he always leans towards him unconsciously, when Wei Qing works, he leans on his shoulder to play games, when Wei Qing rests, he just sits in his arms and watches. television.
It is terrible to get used to this kind of thing. It is not controlled by your normal reason, and you don't even think about its rationality when you do it.
Like, two grown men sit together, no matter how close the relationship is, cuddling and hugging is a bit out of bounds, but Yan Chuyang didn't find it strange, and Wei Qing never felt that there was anything wrong.
As if everything was as it should be.
Song Huaiqi sat across from him, his face becoming more and more ugly.
Wei Qing leaned down slightly, poured a glass of juice for Song Huaiqi and pushed it over, and said with a smile: "It's been a hard journey, drink some water."
Song Huaiqi sat still.
Wei Qing ignored him, lowered his head again, poured Yan Chuyang a glass of boiled water and handed it over, saying, "Drink some water."
Yan Chuyang shook his head: "Don't drink, I'm not thirsty."
Wei Qing frowned: "I don't drink water during the day, and I come down to find water every night when I'm thirsty. What kind of bad habit is this?"
How can I sleep well at night after tossing back and forth
Yan Chuyang pouted, squeezed the edge of his trousers and whispered, "You don't care what I do, I pour it myself if I want to drink."
Wei Qing's face turned dark all of a sudden, and his mouth was tightly pursed. This meant that Song Huaiqi was next to him, so he couldn't say anything. If there was no one here, he would just drag him over, making him breathless from kissing him. Let's see if this kid dares to say such big words of "don't care about him" again!
Seeing that Wei Qing was deflated, Song Huaiqi felt a little better. He raised the corners of his lips and pushed the juice in his hand to Yan Chuyang and said, "If you really don't want to drink plain water, just have some juice. I remember you like this sweet and sour drink very much." thing."
Yan Chuyang didn't want to pick it up because he wasn't thirsty at all, but Song Huaiqi was a guest, so he didn't want to take care of him, so he nodded, took the juice from the man and said, "Thank you senior."
"Mr. Song." Wei Qing raised his hand, snatched the juice cup from Yan Chuyang, and put it back to his hand.
Yan Chuyang was stunned: "What are you doing?"
Wei Qing didn't look at him, but just stared fixedly at Song Huaiqi and said, "You seem to know what Yan Chuyang likes very well?"
Song Huaiqi smiled, and said in a gentle voice: "It's okay, I think, as long as you care about a person and want to know him, you will naturally remember his life preferences."
Veins loomed on Wei Qing's forehead, "Looking at it this way, you care about our Chuyang family very much."
"It's not about caring." Song Huaiqi shook his head and said, "But if it's about understanding him, I'm definitely better than Mr. Wei."
"Hehe." Wei Qing sneered twice suddenly, and said in a dark voice, "Mr. Song, to tell you the truth, Yan Chuyang and I have known each other since we were young. We are childhood sweethearts. We grew up together. I know each other. He has been around for more than ten years, but you only knew him in college for a few years, and you dare to compare his understanding with me, isn't it a bit ridiculous?"
Yan Chuyang's expression froze, and he turned to look at Wei Qing with dull eyes and muttered:
"You, what are you talking about, we... When are we childhood sweethearts? When..."
"Don't talk." Wei Qing turned his head and looked at the boy very "gently" and smiled.
Yan Chuyang was so frightened by the coldness in his eyes that his spine shivered, he hurriedly sat upright, closed his mouth tightly and stopped talking.
Song Huaiqi glanced at the boy's silent expression, snorted coldly, and said, "Threats are used to speak, and coercion is used to give things. If this is what Mr. Wei said to understand, please forgive me. Take a step back, if If you really know him, don’t you know that he doesn’t like boiled water?”
"Oh." Wei Qing sneered, raised his eyes and said seriously, "Yan Chuyang likes hot pot, fruit juice, ice cream, Coke that has been frozen in the refrigerator overnight, and beef and pork that have been overnight because he thinks It smells so good..."
"It's not because of the fragrance..." Yan Chuyang interjected, "It's because the meat tastes better if it's left in the pot overnight...."
Wei Qing glared at him: "Is it polite to interrupt other people's words casually?"
Yan Chuyang closed his mouth and hummed, "Say it, say it."
The man fell back, leaned back on the back of the chair, crossed his arms and said, "So what if he likes it? Just because he likes it, so, can he give it whatever he wants?"
Song Huaiqi nodded naturally: "If I live with him, I will respect all his preferences."
"Then you should stay away from Yan Chuyang." Wei Qing said with dark eyes.
"What do you mean?"