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Wei Qing frowned: "It's fine to call if you have anything to do, why do you have to come here in person?"

The man raised his eyebrows and said solemnly: "Aren't you afraid that some people will interfere with you when you make a call, block me or become a demon?"

Wei Qing's eyes turned cold: "Who are you calling a monster?"

"It's not about you, Mr. Wei, why bother to take the seat."

Wei Qing snorted coldly: "You are one step late today, Yan Chuyang has already gone to school."

"Go to school?" Song Huaiqi sighed, looked down at the gift box in his hand and said, "Then I have to go to his school."

"Don't!" Wei Qing said suddenly, "Why are you running away, since you're here, just put the gift here."

"Forget it." Song Huaiqi raised the corners of his lips, "I still want to give it to him in person, besides, I haven't spoken to him for several days since I have been away on business for so long, and I still want to meet him in person."

"What are you seeing!" Wei Qing raised his voice, "Yan Chuyang still has classes and will graduate soon, he is very busy now!"

"I won't delay his class." Then, the man raised his hand and looked at his watch and said, "It's getting late, I'm leaving first."

"Wait!" Wei Qing stretched out his hand and grabbed Song Huaiqi's wrist.

The man looked up in astonishment: "Is there something wrong?"

Wei Qing let go of him, his eyes were cold: "I want to talk to you."

Song Huaiqi frowned: "What do we have to talk about?"

"As long as you still like Yan Chuyang, then the two of us will always talk."

Living room coffee table.

Wei Qing and Song Huaiqi sat on both sides of the glass round table.

The two stared at each other.

After going on for half an hour, Song Huaiqi was finally defeated, rubbed the sore corners of his eyes, and said softly: "Mr. Wei, what do you want to talk to me about? If you keep looking at it like this, please forgive me for not being able to accompany you."

It's too ridiculous for two adults to compete and stare here.

"Do you still like Yan Chuyang?" Wei Qing opened his mouth suddenly.

Song Huaiqi was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Of course."

"Even if he's married to me, he's already my wife, his whole body, inside and out, everything is mine, do you still like him?"

Wei Qing deliberately emphasized the words "inside and outside".

Even a man can understand the deep meaning.

Song Huaiqi was so irritated by him that his face turned blue, and he said after a long silence: "Getting someone is not only about owning his body, possession is only for a while, and the love between two people can last longer, isn't it? "

The words "two love each other" slammed into Wei Qing's heart, making him feel a little dazed

, Uneasiness and fear for several days, because these four words were suddenly implicated, in fact, all the anxiety is just a lack of confidence in these four words.

Song Huaiqi saw the man's face darken, and smiled triumphantly and said: "It seems that you are not sure whether Yan Chuyang really likes you, right?"

Wei Qing restrained his expression, snorted and said: "If he doesn't like me, he will marry me? If he doesn't like me, he will let me do whatever I want on the bed. If he doesn't like me, he will be willing to please me at night..."

"Bang!" Song Huaiqi slammed the table and said in a dark voice, "You are so dirty."

"It's just the love between husband and wife. Why is Mr. Song so conservative?"

Song Huaiqi sneered: "You don't care about Yan Chuyang at all. If you really like him, why would you be willing to let him do that kind of thing!"

Wei Qing shook his head: "I love him too, and I'm reluctant to let him do it, but there's nothing I can do. Our Chuyang family is so beautiful, and I can't help but want to bully him. If I cry, I'll coax him. He's my man anyway." , how to want him is my business."

Song Huaiqi let out a long breath, fell back on the chair with a bang, and said, "What are you talking to me about? If you're just looking for something to irritate me, then I'm sorry, I'm very busy, so I won't accompany you."

"I told you to give up Yan Chuyang." Wei Qing paused every word with stern eyebrows, "I told you to stay away from Yan Chuyang, and never see him again."

Song Huaiqi shook his head: "Wei Qing, do you know why I haven't confessed to Yan Chuyang for so long?"

Wei Qing snorted coldly and said, "I don't want to know."

Song Huaiqi looked at him and continued: "I am entangled in the family business. I am not the only one in our family. I have an older brother above me and a younger sister below me. My father and mother are old, and the two of them talked about property inheritance." Forget it, at this juncture, I don't want to cause trouble, so I have been forbearing."

"About letting go of Yan Chuyang, to be honest, I have never thought about it. I have been working hard to have my own property and to get rid of the constraints of my parents. I will not hide it from you. As long as my parents let go, I will immediately I will confess to Yan Chuyang."

Wei Qing's eyebrows were cold: "You'd better bury your liking for him in your heart."

Song Huaiqi snorted and bowed his head: "If I could keep it in my heart, I wouldn't have to endure such pain."

Wei Qing still wanted to speak, but the phone on the coffee table rang suddenly.

At first he wanted to hang up, but seeing Yan Chuyang on the caller ID, the man hesitated, picked up the phone, and said coldly, "I'll answer the call first."

After speaking, the man stood up from the chair and walked to the balcony.

Song Huaiqi couldn't stay still after sitting on the chair for a while, stood up and walked back and forth in the living room.

After walking for a while, he involuntarily came to the sofa chair in the left corner of the living room.

The man stared blankly at the couch, and suddenly remembered amusedly, Wei Qing once said that Yan Chuyang would always watch TV or take a nap on this couch while holding a painting.

Song Huaiqi imagined Chuyang sitting on the sofa like a kitten dozing off at the next banquet, and then his heart softened, and he walked to the edge of the sofa and sat down almost unconsciously.

He touched the sofa cushions, then the pillow.

The man sighed, carefully took the pillow from the corner of the sofa, and wanted to hug it in his arms.

But as soon as he took the pillow away, a hard leather notebook under the pillow came into view.

Song Huaiqi knew this book.

When Yan Chuyang was in college, he saw that he often carried it with him.

He once curiously asked what it was for. Yan Chuyang said embarrassedly that it was his diary.

Journal……

The man's heart beat twice.

A diary is for keeping personal secrets.

Privacy is something that always tempts people to touch it.

What's more, these privacy are still about the people you like.

By accident, Song Huaiqi quickly picked up the notebook, looked at the combination lock, thought about it, and entered Yan Chuyang's birthday into it.

It was just a try, but what he didn't expect was that the combination lock opened with a "click".

Song Huaiqi opened the title page of the diary with trembling fingertips...

Wei Qing saw such a scene when he came back from the phone call.

Song Huaiqi was sitting on the sofa, holding an open notebook in his hand, with serious eyes.

With a thump in his heart, the man quickly walked over, took the notebook back, and said in a sinister voice, "Who told you to take it without authorization!"

Damn it!He actually forgot to put away Yan Chuyang's diary!

At first, he was afraid that Yan Chuyang would know that he had touched his diary, so he kept pretending that he didn't know that the diary was under the pillow, and over time, he forgot about it!

Song Huaiqi sat on the sofa with dull brows and eyes, and was silent for a long time before he said in a daze: "Yan Chuyang... did you like me?"

"Stop being sentimental!" Wei Qing yelled suddenly, "His diary is just casually saying, don't put gold on your face, okay?!"

"But the person who donated the money written in his diary is me." Song Huaiqi turned his head, fixedly staring into the man's eyes and said.

Wei Qing felt a chill in his heart, he didn't know what to say.

"Wei Qing." Song Huaiqi stood up from the sofa, lowered his eyes and stared at the diary in the man's hand, and said, "Yan Chuyang mistook someone, he mistook me for you."

"Oh." Wei Qing sneered, threw the notebook in his hand on the coffee table, and said sadly, "So what if you admit the wrong person, this is between the two of us, it has nothing to do with you, right?"

Song Huaiqi's eyebrows jumped, and he looked at the human being in disbelief and said, "It seems that you already knew that Yan Chuyang had admitted the wrong person, you have read his diary, you have been lying to him, right?

"I've never lied to him." Wei Qing raised his eyes and looked at the person in front of him firmly, saying every word, "He has always liked me."

"That's because he regarded you as the person who donated money anonymously ten years ago!"

Song Huaiqi interrupted him mercilessly, with sharp words that hit the nail on the head.

Wei Qing's face froze, and the hands hanging on his legs tightened and twisted. After a long silence, he said in a deep voice: "No matter what the facts are, he is married to me now, and he is mine."

"Heh." Song Huaiqi shook his head, "If he doesn't admit the wrong person, do you think he will marry you? Will he like you? Even, he may not even know you! It's all just a misunderstanding!"