C8 You Are Quite Loving

"Eh." Yan Chuyang saw him standing there with his shoulders straight and thought he was embarrassed, so he quickly moved the sofa behind Wei Qing and pressed his shoulders, "Don't be awkward, it's the same as coming to your own home. Sit down."

Wei Qing didn't expect him to suddenly press down on his shoulder, so he sat straight down and sank into the sofa.

A man in a suit and tie, with a straight body and a stiff face, sank into the yellow orange-shaped seat of the soft sofa.

The scene was a little strange.

"Don't be so stiff." Yan Chuyang pinched his shoulder, "You don't sit on a lazy sofa like this."

"Go and pack your things." Wei Qing reacted and stood up from the sofa while suppressing his displeasure. He adjusted the hem of his suit and said in a deep voice, "Don't mind me."

"Fine." The boy shrugged, walked to the tea table and poured him a cup of plain water, then handed it over to Wei Qing.

"Actually, you came a little early today."

Wei Qing glanced at the ceramic cup with the drawing of a baby gourd on it. His forehead twitched a little, then he casually placed it on the cabinet.

"It's getting late." "It was exactly a quarter past eight when I arrived. Didn't we agree on eight o'clock?"

Yan Chuyang was stunned and said embarrassedly, "Sorry, I had some insomnia last night, so I didn't get up today."

"It's fine," Wei Qing raised his hand and looked at his shiny watch, "It's 8: 20, I booked a plane to Mexico at 10 am. Bring your ID and passport, we're leaving soon."

Yan Chuyang's eyes suddenly lit up. He looked at Yan Chuyang and said: "We're going to get a marriage certificate today, right?"

"Yes."

Yan Chuyang let out a breath nervously, "Should I buy a suit to wear? After all, marriage is a very serious thing. "

"No need." Wei Qing glanced at the boy's slightly narrow shoulders and said, "Your shoulders are narrow, so you'll look better in casual clothes."

It would be better?

Was this indirectly praising him for his good looks?

Yan Chuyang went into the bathroom to wash up.

Wei Qing stood in the small room and looked around.

Small, but still neat.

The wallpaper was light yellow, the furniture was simple and casual, and the floor was covered with a soft carpet. It was a very warm layout.

Wei Qing strolled over to the windowsill, where a drawing board was propped up. The drawing board was half-finished, and there was a curled up cat next to the fireplace.

But for some reason, when he looked at the kitten's lackluster neck and squinty eyes, he felt that the kitten should be the self-portrait of the owner of this house. It seemed so silly that it could be easily deceived.

Standing on the windowsill waiting impatiently, a rustling sound similar to a rat biting wood suddenly came from above his head.

Wei Qing subconsciously followed the sound and glanced behind him. When he saw a white mouse in a small iron cage hanging on the windowsill, the man's scalp tightened and his body stiffened as he retreated. He was most afraid of mice.

The owner, who was easily tricked, came out of the bathroom. When he saw Wei Qing and the little white mouse staring at each other, he smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, it doesn't bite."

Wei Qing pulled at his tie a bit embarrassedly, then forced himself to say, "I'm not scared, I'm just a bit surprised that there's someone raising a mouse."

Yan Chuyang walked over and shook his head seriously, "These aren't mice. They're white mice. Mice endanger the people, and white mice benefit the people. There's a qualitative difference between these two."

Wei Qing snorted: "That's disgusting too."

Yan Chuyang couldn't agree and took the mouse off the hook, so he went up to Wei Qing and said, "How can it be disgusting? "Look at his pure white fur, his round black eyes, he …"

"Stay away from me!" This was the first time Wei Qing let out a roar in front of someone other than his two hundred and fifth father.

You know, he usually pays a lot of attention to appearance and appearance.

In Wei Qing's eyes, a person who couldn't even control his own emotions was definitely not an outstanding person.

Yan Chuyang was stunned by his shout. Then, he immediately frowned and comforted her in a low voice, "Don't be scared. Sorry, I didn't know you were so scared of this thing."

"I'm not afraid!"

"Alright, alright, alright. Don't be nervous, I'll take it away." Saying that, Yan Chuyang turned around and hung the little white mouse back to its original place. Then, he turned his head towards Wu Jun. "Don't be afraid, I've already hung it up."

Wei Qing couldn't help but snort and said, "Why should we raise this kind of thing when it's not good for us to raise?"

Yan Chuyang clicked his tongue, "This mouse has some fate with me. Our biology teacher wanted us to inject the mouse to death, but my hand couldn't even inject it into the heart, and it survived. However, because the drug was given to it, its appetite was greatly reduced.

Wei Qing's mouth twitched, "You're quite caring."

"Not bad." Yan Chuyang smacked his lips and said, "I'm going to nurture his stomach and inject him once more to see if his hand will tremble."

Wei Qing: "..."