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Wei Qing let out a long breath: "Since you know this secret, I won't say anything more. I never thought of hiding it from him. I am confident that even if he knows the truth, he will still be with me."

"I never thought of hiding it from him. Why doesn't Yan Chuyang know the truth until now?"

"There's no need to say it."

"It's not necessary?" Song Huaiqi's face was grim. "You should know Yan Chuyang. He is more emotional than rational. If you mislead him like this, you will only make him mistakenly regard gratitude as affection and reward as liking. You may just want to repay the past, but you use his gratitude to control him by your side, Wei Qing, you can't be so shameless!"

Wei Qing's heart crinkled together.

Every word Song Huaiqi said was his self-deception and self-evasion all the time.

Treat gratitude as liking.

Yan Chuyang can definitely do such a thing.

Fang Jingshu did so many unfeeling things to him, and he became soft-hearted just because of a meal of dumplings, not to mention that Song Huaiqi indirectly saved his grandma's life back then.

At that time, he had nothing but his grandma. Song Huaiqi saved his grandma, which was equivalent to saving him.

This kind of great kindness, for so many years, must be like a heavy stone, which has been firmly pressed in his heart, making him miss it all the time.

Over time, this heavy feeling in his heart will give him an illusion.

I think he likes it, so he will keep it in mind.

However, I like that it is such a complicated thing.

Just like... Just like him, he never needs a reason to pet him, even if he thinks he is noisy, childish, or stupid, he still wants to pet him, regardless of any external factors.

This is called emotion, right?

Yan Chuyang's kind, perhaps, is just gratitude.

Still foolishly admitting to the wrong person and feeling the wrong kindness?

Wei Qing rolled his eyes, feeling cold all over his body.

"I don't want to argue with you anymore." Seeing the other party's lips pursed and silent, Song Huaiqi sighed, lowered his eyes tiredly, and murmured with a sneer, "I see it through, you are too selfish, no matter how much I tell you, you And I'll just pretend to be stupid."

After speaking, the man turned around and walked out.

"Song Huaiqi." Wei Qing called to stop him.

The man stopped.

"What do you want to do now?" Wei Qing said in a deep voice.

"What can I do?" Song Huaiqi shrugged and snorted nonchalantly, "Tell him the truth, tell him that I was the one who donated anonymously back then, tell him everything is over, help him It's something I did voluntarily, so he doesn't have to take it to heart, if you want to thank me, just say thank you to me."

After speaking, Song Huaiqi paused, turned his head, looked at the people beside him with sarcasm, and said, "As for whether he will like you or not after talking about it, it's entirely his own business, I won't be like some people Selfish, take this kind of thing as using his capital."

After speaking, the man turned around and walked out without looking back.

"Bang." The door closed.

The living room returned to silence.

Wei Qing stood there stiffly, his heart was like a gravel falling into an abyss, and he didn't know where he would end up.

Time ticked by.

The man sat on the sofa, lowered his head, and stared at the floor out of focus.

He is waiting.

Waiting for the final moment to pronounce his sentence.

"Dang." The pendulum rang.

It was already twelve o'clock, and it was the end of Yan Chuyang's class. Before he knew it, he had been sitting withered for more than two hours.

"Buzzing." The phone on the coffee table vibrated suddenly.

Wei Qing stretched his arms and took the phone over, putting it to his ear: "Hello?"

"Wei Qing." Yan Chuyang's clear voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Ok?"

"I won't go back for lunch, you don't have to be my share."

The man's heart shrank suddenly: "Where are you going to eat?"

"The senior asked me to talk about something, and we can have a casual meal in a restaurant near the school."

Wei Qing snorted, and then fell into a long silence.

"Wei Qing?" the boy called out again.

"Anything else?"

"No, that's why you don't talk?"

"What do you want me to say? I wish you a happy meal and a happy chat?"

The other end of the microphone was silent for a while, Yan Chuyang sighed, and said, "You won't be jealous again."

"No."

"Don't be jealous." The boy lowered his voice and whispered, "You know, I only like you."

Wei Qing's eyes were sharp: "Come back if you only like me, don't meet Song Huaiqi again."

The boy snorted: "I like you to follow him and I don't reject him."

"It's repulsive here, Yan Chuyang, I just want you to eat with me, I..."

"Hey, I won't tell you anymore." The boy interrupted him and said softly, "The senior is here, don't be angry, I will tell you when I get home."

After finishing speaking, before Wei Qing could say anything, Yan Chuyang hung up

Listening to the beeping voice on the other end of the phone, Wei Qing had the desire to kill for the first time.

Well, it's all over.

Song Huaiqi saw Yan Chuyang, and the two of them wanted to have a long talk and talk about the past.

From now on, he is an outsider.

He is no longer the kind-hearted donor in Yan Chuyang's heart, nor is he the good person whom he can depend on.

He would understand that the two of them hadn't known each other for that long. In principle, he was just a stranger who had just been involved in his life for four or five months.

The air fell silent.

The man sat on the sofa with his head down while holding his mobile phone.

After about two or three seconds of silence.

With a "bang", the mobile phone was suddenly thrown on the TV wall in front of it, hit it, bounced back, and fell to pieces on the floor.

The crisp crackling sound made people tremble with fear.

Yan Chuyang didn't go home until after two o'clock in the afternoon.