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Wei Qing's brows suddenly loosened, his face changed and he said, "Why didn't you call me for the morning run?"

"I knocked on the door, but you didn't answer. I thought you were still sleeping, and I wanted to let you sleep more."

Wei Qing quickly let go of the boy's wrist, hugged him into his arms and said, "I'm sorry, I couldn't see you when I got up, I thought..."

I thought you ran away with Song Huaiqi.

Aunt Wang stood aside and stared at the two tightly hugging each other.

Sensing someone beside him, Yan Chuyang struggled with a blushing face, pinched Wei Qing's waist and whispered: "Let go of me, Aunt Wang is watching!"

Wei Qing hummed, kissed the boy's ear, and let him go.

Yan Chuyang drooped his head and quickly ran to the refrigerator, took out a bottle of mineral water from it and drank it with his head up, while Wei Qing looked at Aunt Wang calmly and said,

"Aunt Wang, you have worked hard. There is no work at home now. You should get off work first."

"Hey, okay." Aunt Wang came back to her senses, hurriedly took off the apron around her waist, turned around and walked out, wondering if she was wrong, why did she feel that these two people looked like a couple.

Yan Chuyang sat on the sofa and turned on the TV to watch the morning news.

Wei Qing went to the bathroom, washed up, and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Yan Chuyang watched TV for a while, and heard the sound of cooking in the kitchen, and began to feel a little unbearable.

He also cooked yesterday, and he knew how hard it was. He burned his hands just after cooking.

Wei Qing must be more tired if he cooks for him every day.

He endured sitting on the sofa for a while, and finally couldn't sit still when he heard the sound of the spatula stir frying. He stood up from the sofa, turned off the TV, and walked to the kitchen.

Wei Qing was cooking, when he saw the boy coming in, he quickly turned his head and said, "What are you doing here? Get out!"

Yan Chuyang frowned, leaned over and said, "Would you like me to help you, you cook, I'll help you add seasoning."

Wei Qing's forehead twitched: "Do you think you can still eat this dish with seasoning?!"

Yan Chuyang choked, and after a while of silence, he hummed: "I'm kind enough to help you, if you don't let me go, I won't let you go, why bother to ridicule others."

Wei Qing was afraid that the kitchen oil would smoke into him, so he frowned and said, "Take out the soup on the cabinet and wait for me at the dining table, don't come in."

Yan Chuyang leaned against the door frame and did not move.

Wei Qing put the lid on the pot, turned down the heat, frowned and looked at the human being in front of him and said, "I find that you are becoming more and more disobedient now, Yan Chuyang, you were not like this before."

Yan Chuyang wrinkled his nose, stepped closer to the man, tiptoed and pecked his lips, raised his eyebrows and said, "What was I like before? Come on, tell me."

Wei Qing frowned: "Why are you disobedient? You were so obedient before, so you can do whatever you want."

"Why am I disobedient?" Yan Chuyang snorted twice and put his arms around the man's waist, raised his eyes and said seriously, "I used to like you but dared not say it, so I was obedient to you, but now Tell you that I like you, and you let me like you, so why should I be afraid?"

Wei Qing was dazed by his cute logical mind, he lowered his head and rubbed the tip of the boy's upturned nose and muttered: "Then why don't you confess to me, I still like that Yanchu who listens to me all the time Positive."

"I also listen to you now!" Yan Chuyang said anxiously, "Last night you were unhappy, you said don't let me talk to you, I ignored you, you said don't let me like you, I just... "

The boy choked, lowered his head a little uncomfortable, rubbed his feet against the floor and muttered: "Tell me not to like you, I definitely can't do it."

Wei Qing's heart softened, he hugged him tightly, kissed the top of the boy's head and said: "Don't dislike me, I want you to always like me."

Yan Chuyang hummed, fell silent for a while, and suddenly whispered again: "I want to borrow some money from you."

Wei Qing was startled, and pushed the man away from his arms: "What kind of money do you want to borrow?"

"Something happened to me recently and I need money."

"How much?"

"One hundred thousand."

"What to do with it?"

Yan Chuyang scratched the back of his head: "My mother called me a few days ago. She said that her youngest son was sick and was going to be hospitalized. The hospitalization fee was quite high. She asked me if I had any money to spend."

Wei Qing frowned: "Are you still in touch with your mother?"

"Well, I'll make a phone call every now and then."

Wei Qing didn't like this mother who abandoned Yan Chuyang and remarried when he was four or five years old, so he frowned and said:

"Her youngest son's illness is their family's business. What does it have to do with you? She has never cared about you since she was a child. Now that something is wrong and she needs money, she knows that she is calling you. She knows that you are here." Going to school, you don't have any spare money, but she still has the face to ask you for help, she will never do such a thing if she loves you at all."

Yan Chuyang sighed, lowered his head and said, "At least I am her son. She is desperate, so she will naturally think of me."

Wei Qing snorted: "Have you ever asked what disease her son has?"

"It seems to be a skin disease. There are white spots on my body, and I need skin grafting or something."

Wei Qing snorted: "Skin disease can't kill people, what are you doing in such a hurry?"

Yan Chuyang pursed her lips and sighed: "No matter what, I still want to help her. She is my mother after all. If... if you don't have one here, I'll ask Wei Yuan to see if he has any spare money..."

"I'm your husband, why are you looking for someone else!" Wei Qing suddenly interrupted him.

Yan Chuyang's eyes lit up suddenly, he looked up at Wei Qing eagerly, and said in a low voice, "Then husband, do you have any money?"

Wei Qing was shaken by his yelling, and said hoarsely, "How much did you say just now?"

Yan Chuyang hurriedly stretched out his hand, gestured and said: "One hundred thousand!"

Wei Qing hummed, raised his hand and clenched his fist, put it on his mouth, coughed lightly, and said, "My husband is 1 yuan, call me now, and I will get you the money later."

Yan Chuyang was stunned: "Is it that simple?"

"Well, it's that simple."

"Husband." The boy called out without hesitation.