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"I was too impulsive." The boy lowered his head and squeezed the hem of his trousers and murmured, "In that case, there are other ways. We can find another excuse, or just call Shen Shimin to come and confront him. In short, I shouldn't rush over recklessly just because I feel distressed for a moment, and tell the story of our marriage in front of so many reporters, I really..."

"Don't say that." Wei Qing interrupted him, "I don't care."

"You don't care, I care!" Yan Chuyang suddenly raised his eyes, "Wei Qing, do you know what it means to tell the truth today?"

The man pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.

Yan Chuyang sighed and continued: "It means that you will live your whole life with the word homosexuality on your back, and you will be ridiculed by those who can't tolerate such feelings, you can't marry a girl, you can't live a normal life You will become the kind of person you hated the most before, you..." Yan Chuyang became more and more uncomfortable as he spoke, his eye circles gradually turned red, and his voice choked.

"Why are you crying?" Wei Qing hugged him distressedly, "I know, I know all of this."

"I don't want you to be like this." Yan Chuyang lay in the other's arms, sobbing slightly hoarsely, "I don't want you to suffer so much wronged because of me for no reason, and, you are such a perfect person, Why add a stain to your life because of me."

"Stain..." The man's eyes were in a daze, and he suddenly tightened his arms to hug him even tighter and said, "Yes! Stain, Yan Chuyang, I have a stain because of you, you have to be responsible for me."

Yan Chuyang felt even more uncomfortable, clenched his fists tightly, and kept muttering: "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..."

He shouldn't have said it. No matter what, he shouldn't have said that sentence. In the end, he still forced Wei Qing onto that road. This was not Wei Qing's will.

"That's right." Wei Qing lowered his head, bit the boy's ear and said, "You're sorry for me, so you have to be responsible to me."

The boy froze, raised his head in a daze, and said with red eyes, "How are you responsible?"

Wei Qing was stunned by his watery eyes, lowered his head and pecked the other's lips, and after a moment of silence, he said in a hoarse voice: "I made you like me even more than before. like me."

The boy blinked his eyes, and whispered a little confused: "This is not responsible, I like you in the first place."

"I'm talking about more!" Wei Qing emphasized, "I like it more than before, the kind that doubles, triples, or a hundred times."

"Eh..." Yan Chuyang thought for a while, then hesitated and said, "As long as you like you more, don't you blame me?"

"Yes." Wei Qing raised his hand, wiped the moisture from the boy's eyes, and said, "As long as you like me more, I don't blame you, and I don't blame you for what you do."

Yan Chuyang's heart hit hard, and he let out a long breath: "Don't worry, I will work hard."

Wei Qing didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Just work hard."

"Ah."

"Then put your face up."

"Ok?"

"Don't you want to work hard? Don't you kiss me twice first?"

The boy was stunned for two seconds, nodded heavily, and suddenly stood on tiptoe and pressed against the other's lips.

Wei Qing raised his hand, pressed the back of the boy's head, and deepened the kiss.

Wei Qing knew that Song Huaiqi would definitely come to him after reading the report, but he didn't expect that he would be so impatient. The day after the report came out, he came to him early in the morning.

"Hello? Mr. Wei, there is a person at the front desk who doesn't have an appointment but who claims to be your friend came to see you."

"what is it call?"

"Song Huaiqi."

The man tapped the table with his fingertips, and after a moment of silence, he said in a deep voice, "Let him in."

"Ok."

After hanging up the phone, Wei Qing lowered his head, leaned back on the chair, continued to check the documents in his hand, and took a pen to circle the important points from time to time.

"Bang bang bang." There was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Wei Qing said in a deep voice without raising his head.

Song Huaiqi opened the door and came in. Da La La strode directly to Wei Qing's desk, bent slightly, supported the table with his hands, stared at the person in front of him and said, "Wei Qing, let's have a chat."

The man stared at the document in his hand calmly, waved his hand to the sofa chair beside him without raising his head, and said, "Sit down first, wait until I finish reading these two pages."

Seeing his indifferent appearance, Song Huaiqi's teeth itch, but there is nothing he can do, this is Wei Qing's territory, if he comes hard, he will only make himself suffer.

After holding back his breath for a while, the man suppressed his breath, turned around with a tense face and sat down on the sofa chair next to him.

Time ticked by.

The office was silent, with the rustle of a man's pen writing from time to time.

Ten minutes later, when Song Huaiqi felt that he had reached the critical point of patience, Wei Qing closed the pen with a snap, raised his head and said, "Mr. Song, come to me during your busy schedule, do you have any advice?"

Seeing him finally face himself, Song Huaiqi suddenly stood up from the sofa chair, slapped the newspaper he brought with him on the table and said, "What do you mean?"

Wei Qing frowned: "What do you mean?"

Song Huaiqi held his breath and unfolded the newspaper, pointing to the headline on the front page: "Did you ask the reporter to publish this? Tell the world about your marriage, does Yan Chuyang know?!"

Wei Qing took the newspaper out of the other party's hand, stared at the news on the front page for a while, smiled with satisfaction, and said, "Yes, the reporter from the Southern News is really the conscience of the industry, and his words are bold and professional, and they are novel , it's fascinating to read on, and..."

Wei Qing stroked the blurred photo on the newspaper, and said softly, "The photo of our Chuyang family is also very well processed. You can only see the outline, not the face."

With a "bang", Song Huaiqi slammed his fist on the table and said, "Is this what I'm telling you now?!"

Wei Qing raised his head innocently: "Then what are you going to say, blessings? You don't need blessings for now, we two should have a wedding soon, and it's okay to say blessings on the wedding day..."