Contractual Marriage: We're Meant to Be Together

"Why not?" Yan Chuyang leaned forward and hugged him.

Wei Qing pulled the boy's arm away with a cold face.

Without getting discouraged, Yan Chuyang leaned forward again, hugging the other's waist tightly: "Don't think too much about it? I like you, you are my husband."

Wei Qing's pupils turned red, and he suddenly hugged him to the cabinet, and whispered in a hoarse voice: "That's good, you say I'm your husband, if you don't want me to think too much, I want you now, okay? In this way I There will be a sense of security.”

Yan Chuyang's neck suddenly shrank back, and his eyes flickered.

The air froze and fell into a long silence.

Wei Qing let out a wry smile and lowered his hand to let go of the man: "Look, you let me trust you, but you always don't give me any hope of trust."

The boy sighed, rubbed his knees in embarrassment and said, "Does this kind of thing make you feel more trustworthy in me?"

Wei Qing's eyes darkened, and after a moment of silence, he said in a deep voice: "Yes, as long as you are not mine, I will not believe you."

"But I'm not ready yet."

Wei Qing smiled wryly: "I see."

"Are you having a hard time?"

"What do you think?"

Yan Chuyang raised his head, looked at the reddish pupils in the man's eyes, and the undisguised plunder in his pupils, swallowed with fear, and after a long silence, he said in a trembling voice, "Either...or Shall I... help you first?"

Wei Qing's heart tightened: "What?"

"Oh!" Yan Chuyang raised his hands to cover his ears, and said impatiently, "I know you understand, I don't want to repeat it!"

After a long silence, Wei Qing said in a hoarse voice with great difficulty, "Is this okay, will I wrong you too much?"

The boy lowered his eyelids, raised his hand and touched the back of his head in embarrassment and said, "If you feel wronged by me, then don't..."

"Let's start now!" Wei Qing suddenly interrupted him, "Do you mean in the kitchen or the living room? Or do you want to go to the bedroom?"

Yan Chuyang raised his head in astonishment, looked at the excitement in the man's eyes, and smacked his lips speechlessly: "Didn't you say you feel wronged by me?"

"I'll be fine if I come back again." Wei Qing walked over, hugged him in his arms, and walked into the bedroom.

The two tossed in the bedroom for most of the day, but Wei Qing looked refreshed and radiant.

And Yan Chuyang was lying on the bed with a flushed face, and his whole face was buried under the quilt.

"Get up." Wei Qing gently pulled the boy's quilt away, touched his flushed face and said, "Get up for lunch."

"Oh, don't pull the quilt." The boy hastily pulled the quilt over his head again, "I want to sleep a little longer."

"Didn't you still say you were going to Fang Jingshu's house in the afternoon?"

Yan Chuyang was startled, a carp jumped up from the bed suddenly, what a beauty!He actually forgot all the serious things.

Wei Qing helped him take out a new set of clothes from the closet, and handed it over, the one on Yan Chuyang had already been torn by him.

The boy took the clothes, changed, and said, "Wei Qing, I forgot to tell you, that Fang Jingshu said that she wanted you to come with me to her house."

"Let me go?"

"Yes, she said that you took good care of me. She is very grateful, so she wants to invite you to her house for a meal."

"Heh." Wei Qing sneered, "I'm your husband, taking care of you is what I should do, so I need her to thank you?"

Yan Chuyang pursed her lips, got out of bed, put on her shoes and said, "You can see for yourself, you can go if you want, and you don't if you don't want to, I'm just helping to spread the word."

He didn't want to force Wei Qing at first, and he also felt that Fang Jingshu was a bit strange to do this. Wei Qing didn't know her well, and every time he met, he confronted her face to face. It was embarrassing to meet her. Why did he invite him to go? ?

Besides, Wei Qing definitely won't go, he rejects Fang Jingshu so much, how could he still go to her house for dinner.

Just as he was thinking, Wei Qing suddenly said, "Okay."

Yan Chuyang couldn't believe his ears, and looked up at the person in front of him in astonishment: "What did you say?"

"I said yes." Wei Qing shrugged, "Since you invited me, then I'll go with you. Anyway, there is nothing important in the company this afternoon."

The boy frowned: "Don't you hate Fang Jingshu? Why do you want to go?"

"Because you are going." Wei Qing said casually, "I am accompanying you."

Yan Chuyang rubbed his neck embarrassingly: "Although I am very touched by what you said, I still want to remind you that if you go to her house, you have to control your temper all the way, and don't argue with Fang Jingshu again."

"She doesn't lie to you to use you, so naturally I won't argue with her."

"Sigh." Yan Chuyang sighed helplessly, "How many times do I have to tell you, although Fang Jingshu is a bit selfish, she is my mother after all, how could she use me."

Wei Qing had no intention of arguing with him about this, anyway, no matter how many feasts Chuyang would have, he would only favor Fang Jingshu, so he just frowned and pulled him over and said, "Stop talking, let's go, eat my lunch, and then go to her together Home."

Yan Chuyang nodded and followed him to the dining room.

"It's almost three o'clock, why aren't you here yet?"

Li Xinqiang opened the door anxiously and looked back and forth in the corridor.

"Hey, can you close the door and be quiet?"

Fang Jingshu waited angrily for the man to walk over, closed the door with a "bang", and said dissatisfiedly, "Hurry up, hurry up, what else are you doing besides worrying here?"

Li Xinqiang snorted, shrank his neck, and said with an embarrassed expression: "Do I want to be in a hurry? The job transfer is for our family, and the family depends on my salary alone. If I can seize this transfer If the opportunity increases, won’t our family’s conditions double again?”

Fang Jingshu didn't speak, just turned around and wiped the table again with a rag.

There are some desserts, fruits and drinks on the table, which are used to entertain Wei Qing and Yan Chuyang.

Seeing that Fang Jingshu didn't speak, Li Xinqiang felt even more uncertain, and hurriedly leaned over and whispered: "Tell me, will the two of them come today?"

Fang Jingshu picked up the glass, wiped it with a paper towel, and said quietly: "I told you, I'm not sure about that Wei Qing, but Chu Yang will definitely come."

"You said Yan Chuyang would be angry when he saw that you were not sick when he arrived?"

"You're stupid." Fang Jingshu snorted coldly, "When the time comes, tell him that my fever suddenly subsides and it's over."

Li Xinqiang groaned, then frowned and sighed: "I hope that Wei Qing can come. If your son comes by himself, it's over, he can't help you with anything!"

Fang Jingshu didn't speak, but her heart was beating drums.

The reason why she was so enthusiastic about Yan Chuyang in the past few days was to pave the way for Li Xin to move to work.

Sorry, guilt, compensation, these are all occasional words, she just felt that Yan Chuyang suddenly had a big money like Wei Qing as a backer, and it became useful all of a sudden.

In Fang Jingshu's previous understanding, Yan Chuyang was a troublesome person who needed to spend money everywhere, a young man who wanted to go to college, earn a living, marry a wife and have children, and he was not yet able to make money by himself.

Those miscellaneous expenses, as his mother, must be paid by her, which is a big drag.

So she avoided him everywhere and didn't want him. For more than ten years, she didn't even dare to call him, because she was afraid that Yan Chuyang would ask her for money.

When she dreamed back at midnight, she would also feel uneasy about her conscience, and she would blame herself, after all, she was her own flesh and blood, did she go too far?

But conscience is one thing, life is another.