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As he was talking, Yan Chuyang couldn't go on talking, his fingers were on the napkin and he drooped his head in silence.

As long as he wants to save face, he shouldn't open his eyes and talk nonsense.

Wei Qing snorted and smiled, took a few more chopsticks and brought them to Yan Chuyang's mouth: "Do you want to eat?"

The boy swallowed, held back for a while, and finally opened his mouth to eat.

After the first bite, there will be a second bite. The first bite is a bit embarrassing, but after that, it will be much smoother.

One person kept feeding, and one person kept coming to eat with his mouth open. After a while, half a bowl of noodles was eaten up.

Looking at the empty bowl, Yan Chuyang stepped back in embarrassment and said, "I won't eat yours anymore, I'll fill it up and eat it myself."

With that said, the boy turned around, trying to get the bowl.

Wei Qing suddenly raised his hand and pinched the opponent's waist to hug him to his lap, Yan Chuyang let out a cry of surprise and fell into his arms, struggled and asked in confusion: "What are you doing?"

"Do you like to eat what I make?" Wei Qing rubbed the boy's slender waist and said in a hoarse voice

Yan Chuyang nodded: "It's not bad, it's better than mine."

"Do you like my noodles?"

The boy rolled his eyes and nodded heavily: "I like it!"

Wei Qing seldom cooks pasta. It may be because he has lived in the south for a long time. He doesn't seem to like noodles very much. The staple food at home is mostly rice, so it is rare for Wei Qing to make noodles himself.

"Then be good after breakfast today, do what I ask you to do, change into a formal dress and go out with me, can I eat it for you later in the evening?"

Yan Chuyang was stunned suddenly, his face turned slightly awkward, his eyelids drooped and he didn't speak.

Wei Qing raised his heart up, patted the boy's shoulder and said softly: "I'm talking to you, listen to me obediently today, and I'll feed you later tonight, okay?"

Yan Chuyang's head drooped even lower, his fingers tugged at the trousers on his knees, and his eyelashes fluttered.

Wei Qing's heart sank, and he said in a cold voice: "What? Are you disobedient? Now the food doesn't work with you?"

"No." Yan Chuyang raised his head anxiously, his eyes gleaming darkly, and said softly, "There is ambiguity in what you said."

The man was startled: "What ambiguity?"

Yan Chuyang coughed lightly, pursed his lips, and said with a blushing face, "I'll eat it later in the evening, it's... what are you eating, are you eating noodles?"

Wei Qing was stunned for a moment, frowned and said, "It's not just noodles, but what are you eating? What else do you want to eat? The following is..."

The man choked suddenly, his eyes flickered.

Yan Chuyang quickly straightened his back, coughed, and said first, "Look, let's see, there is ambiguity! Don't blame me for thinking about it, it's what you said is wrong."

Wei Qing couldn't laugh or cry: "What do you think about all day long?"

Yan Chuyang snorted, raised his eyes, his dark eyeballs stared straight at the person in front of him, and said, "What are you eating?"

Wei Qing shook his head, took a bite on the tip of the boy's nose, and said in a deep voice, "Eat noodles!"

Yan Chuyang let out a sigh of regret, grabbed the button of the man's shirt with his fingers, and hummed in a low voice: "What's so delicious about the noodles? I've eaten them this morning. It's a disappointment..."

"What are you humming?" Wei Qing grabbed the man's hand and held it in his palm, "Did you understand what I said?"

Yan Chuyang pursed his mouth: "Do you understand what?"

Wei Qing lowered his head and repeated again: "After dinner, change into formal clothes and go out with me."

Yan Chuyang frowned: "Where are you going?"

"Don't worry about it, just follow me."

Yan Chuyang nodded: "I still want to eat this noodle casserole that night."

Wei Qing kissed the boy's forehead: "As long as you are obedient today, if you want to eat the stars in the sky, I will pick them for you."

Yan Chuyang became more and more curious. He was dressed formally and picked up the stars. Is there any big event today?

But seeing Wei Qing's secretive attitude, Yan Chuyang also felt that he couldn't ask anything, so he ate quietly, anyway, Wei Qing would not sell himself, so he could do whatever he wanted, as long as he had something to eat.

The two of them were eating quietly when the phone in the boy's hand vibrated suddenly.

Wei Qing's eyebrows twitched, before he could see the caller ID on the phone screen, Yan Chuyang had already picked up the phone.

"Hey?"

"What?!" The boy's face changed suddenly, and he stood up from the chair.

"...That, that, don't cry, I'll go right away."

"Where is the address? Is it Qinghe Hospital? Okay, please calm down first, I'll be there soon." After Yan Chuyang finished speaking, he hung up the phone, and hurriedly picked up the coat on the chair and put it on his body, saying: " Wei Qing, I can't go out with you today, I have some urgent business here, so I have to go."

Wei Qing stood up, looked at the boy's anxious face and asked, "What's the matter?"

Yan Chuyang hesitated for a while, and finally frowned and said: "My mother said that my brother's condition has deteriorated, and now there is an emergency operation, and the operation fee is urgently needed."

Wei Qing snorted coldly: "So are you going to send money now?"

Yan Chuyang lowered his eyes: "I can't leave her alone."

Anyway, that was mother, and he had an obligation to help her.

Wei Qing sighed, raised his hand and rubbed the top of the boy's head and said, "I didn't say I won't let you take care of it, but how can you handle it by yourself, I'll go with you."

It was already past nine o'clock in the morning when the two arrived at the hospital together.

Yan Chuyang rushed to Ward No. [-] on the third floor according to the ward number that Fang Jingshu said on the phone.

Hearing Fang Jingshu's anxious and panicked words on the phone, he thought the situation in the ward would be serious, but what he didn't expect was that when he opened the door of the ward, what he saw was a scene that couldn't be more warm.

Fang Jingshu's family sat together, talking and laughing, eating fruit and chatting.

Her youngest son was sitting on the head of the bed with a ruddy complexion and a comfortable smile. Fang Jingshu was peeling fruit for him, while her husband kept chuckling and talking beside him.

Perfect for a family of three.

He seemed to have had this kind of happiness before.