C10 Divide Distance

"Ah, Wei Qing!" Suddenly, a surprised voice was heard coming from the living room.

Wei Qing was shocked by the scream, he quickly collected his emotions and walked into the living room.

"Wei Qing Wei Qing! Wei Qing!" Yan Chuyang ran towards him with a grimace, tightly held his pinky and said: "My finger is broken!"

"Huh?"

"My finger is broken!"

Looking at the blood stains on the bottom of the boy's white T-shirt, Wei Qing was shocked. He frowned, "Move your hand away, let me see."

"No way!"

Yan Chuyang held his fingers tighter and bent his waist as he said in pain, "I dropped my finger the moment I took it away. It's not like you'll accept it. I'll be disabled then!"

Wei Qing's forehead twitched: "It won't fall. Let me take a look at the situation first. The hotel has an emergency medical kit, I'll help you deal with it."

"No." Yan Chuyang's eyes were red, his round pupils rippled as he shook his head, "It will fall, it will definitely fall."

"No, no." Wei Qing carefully went over and held the boy's wrist, and carefully opened up his fingers one by one.

"It will fall." Yan Chuyang was still muttering, "It will definitely fall."

"Nope." Wei Qing comforted her in a low voice. Then, he tried to pull her off with difficulty. At the end, he was so tired that a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

F * ck, this kid is thin and white, how is he so energetic?

Finally, Wei Qing opened up the last thumb the boy was protecting.

Yan Chuyang's body suddenly stiffened. He raised his head, closed his eyes and shouted loudly, "Did it drop?"

Wei Qing picked up the thin, white, pinky finger. After patrolling left and right for a while, he asked softly, "Is this your injured hand?"

Yan Chuyang's shoulders tensed up, and he said with a trembling voice, "Yeah, how is it?"

"Why didn't I see any blood?"

Yan Chuyang opened his eyes and looked down: "How could I not see blood..." "Ahhh!"

The boy cried out in pain and clenched his other little finger. "I made a mistake! "Damn, it's this finger! You broke my hand just now, why do I feel such pain?!"

Wei Qing's forehead twitched, he let go of him and took two steps back: "Can you not be so exaggerated? Your other little finger is fine, but it's a bit cracked. "

Yan Chuyang looked up hatefully, bared his teeth and said, "I don't feel like the skin is broken on your hands, you don't even know how to connect your fingers and heart!"

Wei Qing shook his head in confusion: "You're a man after all …"

Yan Chuyang glared at him. He walked over to the sofa and took a Band-Aid from the tea table. Then, he opened it with his mouth and carefully put the small scratch bag on his finger.

"My grandma said she was having a good body. A real man is someone who will take care of his own body."

Wei Qing snorted: "Your grandma wants to know that her words became the reason why you are afraid of death. I'm afraid you have to change what you said."

"I can't change it." Yan Chuyang shrugged, "She's already dead."

"Oh." Wei Qing said embarrassedly: "Then I'm afraid that this disease of yours will follow you for life."

Yan Chuyang didn't answer. After making sure that he had wrapped his fingers, he ran to the sofa and took the two red protective skins. He handed one to Wu Tie and said, "Here, a marriage certificate."

Wei Qing glanced at it, "Why is your bag so sturdy?"

"If you have nothing better to do, do it for fun."

Looking at the bright red logo, Wei Qing felt a little bit dazzled, so he didn't pick it up. Instead, he turned around and sat on the sofa. He took a cup of coffee from the tea table and took a sip, then said lightly, "Take it."

He really didn't want to see them.

Yan Chuyang's eyes lit up as he said in surprise: "Let me take both?"

"Mm, just keep it safe."

It wasn't anything good anyway, it didn't matter who took it. When the time came for a 'divorce', they would ask for it from him.

Yan Chuyang happily carried the two marriage certificates to the sofa, bent over and put them in his backpack as he muttered.

"My grandma said that all marriage certificates are taken by the boss because he is the head of the family. This saying is indeed true."

Wei Qing choked on his coffee, then said with a dark face and a green face, "Your grandma's words are pretty classic."

"Yeah." Yan Chuyang zipped up his backpack and also sat down on the sofa.

"Old people, after living for a lifetime, they will eventually come up with their own wisdom."

Wei Qing nodded.

Yan Chuyang leaned back on the sofa, stretched his arms and said, "So hungry, are you going down to buy something to eat?"

Wei Qing raised his hand and looked at his watch, "It's getting late, there's a customer service under the hotel. Just call someone to send us some food later."

"Alright then." Yan Chuyang rubbed his stomach and said while shrinking down, "It's just that the food here is too horrible to eat. Nothing is not half-cooked. I feel sick from eating it."

Wei Qing glanced at him strangely. "Didn't you say that you like to eat cooked foods when you first met me?"

Yan Chuyang was stunned for a moment before his eyeballs frantically spun in a circle as he said, "Scram!"

"Ah, isn't it my stomach recently? "Therefore, diet has to be controlled."

Wei Qing acknowledged and didn't say anything else. After sitting for a while, he suddenly took out a wallet from his suit pocket, took out a stack of 100 yuan cash and handed it to Yan Chuyang.

"I came out of the country in a hurry and didn't bring much money with me. Take this cash first and count it as compensation for your busy work these two days."

Yan Chuyang's heart was stung as he said depressingly: "Didn't the contract say monthly closing?" It's only been a few days? "

"Eh." Wei Qing thought about it and said, "Consider it as an extra bonus for the next few days. After all, it's hard work for you to come and go."

Yan Chuyang stared at the pile of red fur for a moment, then suddenly shrugged his shoulders and said, "Alright then, since you insist on giving it to me, then I won't be courteous."

With that, he took the money.

Wei Qing's heart relaxed. Giving money was the best way to make Yan Chuyang understand the difference between the two of them.