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"Did you not eat the dumplings I gave you at noon?"

Yan Chuyang nodded slightly.

"Then I asked you just now if you have eaten the dumplings. Why did you say you did? Why did you lie?"

"That's what you did, and I don't want to disappoint you."

The man sneered: "It's not easy, you know I will be disappointed?"

The boy bowed his head and said nothing.

"I didn't eat dumplings, so what did I have for lunch?"

Yan Chuyang's shoulders were tense, and his fingers pinched the hem of his trousers nervously.

Wei Qing lowered his voice: "Tell the truth."

"Fang Jingshu brought me food."

"Heh." Wei Qing cursed in a low voice, his eyes were cold and cold, "It's really like this, because that person gave it to me, so I don't care about it, so I can just throw it away and not eat it?"

"No!" Yan Chuyang raised his head suddenly, and said quickly, "I still have to paint at night, and I don't want to eat dumplings. I plan to keep them for supper."

"Who are you bluffing!" Wei Qing raised his voice, "There is so much delicious food in the refrigerator at home. When you get home, you still want to eat dumplings that have been left all afternoon!"

The boy lowered his head again.

Indeed, he planned to use dumplings as supper, but a plan is a plan. Thinking about it this way, if he really went home and Wei Qing made dinner for him, and there were so many snacks at home, he really wouldn't think about getting up to eat cold The dumplings are likely to be left alone, and then secretly thrown into the trash can...

Seeing his silence, Wei Qing's face became even uglier. After a long silence, he gritted his teeth and waved his hands: "Forget it, anyway, I can't compare to that woman's hypocritical flattery."

"No." Yan Chuyang raised his head helplessly, "In my heart, you are the most important."

"Heh." Wei Qing sneered, put the umbrella in the boy's hand, raised his long legs, and strode forward, he didn't want to listen to his inconsequential lies anymore.

Yan Chuyang hurriedly chased after him, and tried his best to raise the umbrella to shield Wei Qing from the rain.

Wei Qing walked quickly, Yan Chuyang stumbled behind him, the two of them left the school gate, and the car stopped outside the gate.

The man opened the door and sat in the driver's seat. Yan Chuyang walked around the front of the car, closed the umbrella, and sat in the co-pilot's seat.

The car was very quiet, Wei Qing didn't drive, and the two just sat there.

After a while of silence, Yan Chuyang spoke first: "Why don't I drive today, you are in a bad mood."

"Why am I in a bad mood?" Wei Qing turned his head, stared straight at the side of the boy's face and asked.

Yan Chuyang sighed: "I didn't eat the dumplings you made with your own hands."

"That's not the point."

"Then... is that the umbrella?"

"That's not the point either."

Yan Chuyang frowned and turned to look at him: "Then what is the point?"

Wei Qing smiled wryly: "You really don't understand?"

The boy blinked, and suddenly leaned over, pecked the man's lips unexpectedly, and whispered innocently, "Is this the point?"

Fair and tender face, sweet breath, innocent and pure eyes, and that hoarse and charming little voice.

Wei Qing almost had a heart attack.

The man gasped and stepped back, then suddenly turned his head and stared at the front window: "Do you think I won't be angry if you do this?"

"Then what should we do?" Yan Chuyang put his hand over and placed it softly on the man's thigh, with an innocent voice.

Wei Qing's heart jumped twice and growled: "Take your hands away."

"Then don't be angry."

"What happened to you today makes me very sad!"

"Then how do you want to compensate you?" The boy leaned over, moving his long and slender hands around Wei Qing's waist, and his wandering eyes stared straight at the man's eyes like a kitten.

There is less and less air in the cabin.

Yan Chuyang had a scent of green grass on his body, probably because he had been waiting in the rain for a long time, so his breath was damp, which made him feel refreshed and cool.

Wei Qing felt stuffy, so he really wanted to pounce on him and eat the little person next to him who deliberately found fault as ice cream.

But reason told him again, no.

not the right time yet.

Yan Chuyang is very timid, he can stretch out his cat paw and deliberately scratch others twice, but you can't fight back, because he will be afraid, he will explode his hair, and he will take ten-level defensive measures.

So, be patient.

"Stop making trouble." Wei Qing gritted his teeth and shook off the hands on his waist.

Yan Chuyang pursed her mouth: "Then are you still angry?"

The man sighed: "Is it okay to be afraid of you? Don't be angry anymore."

Yan Chuyang breathed a sigh of relief, retracted his hand, and sat down on the back of the car seat again.

Wei Qing shook his head, threw the towel in the car over and said, "Check if your body is wet, wipe it off."

Yan Chuyang hummed, picked up the white terry cloth, wiped his face casually, then turned around immediately, and carefully raised his hands to wipe the wet places on Wei Qing's shoulders and arms.

Wei Qing snorted, looked down at the boy's drooping eyebrows and murmured softly: "It seems that I didn't hurt you in vain."

A few days later, Yan Chuyang received an unexpected phone call.

It was Fang Jingshu's husband who called him. He never thought that this man would contact him.

"Hey?"

"Is it Xiaoyang?" A deep middle-aged male voice came from the phone.

Yan Chuyang was stunned and said quickly: "I am Yan Chuyang, may I ask who you are?"

"Ah, Xiaoyang, I thought I remembered the wrong number, but it looks like I made a mistake."

"Uh...Excuse me..."

"I'm Li Xinqiang." The man interrupted him, "Your mother's husband."

Your mother's husband, ah!That sounds embarrassing!

The boy's forehead twitched, and he suppressed his embarrassment and said, "Hello, what can I do if you call me?"

"Ah! Xiaoyang." Li Xinqiang raised his voice and said, "I want to ask if you have time tomorrow Saturday. I want you to come to my house."

Yan Chuyang's scalp tightened, and he said hastily: "Maybe not, tomorrow...I have to make up lessons tomorrow!"

Li Xinqiang frowned: "What classes do you still need to make up when you are a college student?"