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He cared too much, and wanted too much.

Whether it's Yan Chuyang, his career, his parents' approval, or the public's attention, he wants to take care of everything.

But, how is it possible.

Just like what Wei Qing said, there is always a choice, it is impossible to have both the fish and the bear's paw.

To put it another way, if there is no Wei Qing, if Yan Chuyang also likes him.

Can he really do it, communicate with Yan Chuyang openly, and declare the relationship between the two of them openly?

Maybe not.

He was born in a well-behaved family, and the word homosexuality is simply a rebellious act of disobedience to the ancestors.

Even if Yan Chuyang is absolutely with him, he will only hide him in a corner, like raising a canary that cannot see the light, secretly imprisoning him.

Perhaps, he will follow his parents' request, marry a woman, give birth to a son, and carry on the family line.

He likes Yan Chuyang, but not so purely.

"Think about it carefully." Wei Qing said in a deep voice, "Yan Chuyang has always respected you very much, he regards you as his elder brother, and advises you not to do any more things that may ruin the little intimacy you two have left. gone."

After finishing speaking, Wei Qing turned around and walked out the door.

"I won't tell him." Song Huaiqi suddenly said behind him, "You still think highly of me. I didn't dare to tell this secret before, and I don't dare to say it now either."

Wei Qing's eyes darkened and he didn't speak. He stepped out of the glass door of the coffee shop without looking back.

When we got home, it was already twelve o'clock in the noon. Just after changing into slippers at the entrance and entering the living room, Wei Qing heard the sound of crackling pots and pans coming from the kitchen.

The man raised his eyebrows and stepped into the kitchen quickly, only to see Yan Chuyang bent over and staring at the switch of the gas stove, studying the size of the fire.

"What are you doing?" Wei Qing pulled the boy away by the collar of his back coat, and slammed the fire off, "Who let you into the kitchen?"

"Hey!" Yan Chuyang stomped his feet anxiously, "Why are you turning off the fire, I'm cooking!"

"Don't move." Wei Qing pushed the boy back and said, "Stand by the cupboard, I'll fire for you."

Yan Chuyang's brows loosened, and he stepped back obediently, leaning against the cabinet, looking at the pot on the stove, and said anxiously: "Hurry up, the food will be stuffy in the pot, and it won't taste good in a while."

Wei Qing turned around and turned on the fire, and while pressing the button to adjust the size of the fire, he asked in a deep voice, "What kind of food did you cook?"

"Um...noodles."

Wei Qing's forehead twitched, turned around and stared at the person in front of him, and said speechlessly, "Noodles, why do you cook noodles every time? Yan Chuyang, you don't just cook this, do you?"

Yan Chuyang's face flushed red, his eyes were full of embarrassment and embarrassment of being exposed: "What are you talking about!" The boy retorted angrily, "I...I will do more! I just see that you like to eat Noodles, that’s why I made them! I, I’m doing it for your own good!”

Wei Qing shook his head and smiled wryly: "I like to eat noodles? Yan Chuyang? You ask yourself, when do you make noodles that are edible? When do you not have to go through my secondary processing?"

"But you said last night that you like to eat my noodles!"

"I like to eat under you." Wei Qing interrupted him with a cold look.

"It's all the same."

"It's not the same." Wei Qing glanced down, locked on a certain part of the other party, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "I like to eat, next to you." The man raised his head and stared innocently at the other party. The other party said, "Sentences must be accurate."

"Wei Qing!" Yan Chuyang was startled, and said in disbelief, "Why are you as shameless as me now?"

He thought that Wei Qing, who had a heavy idol burden, would never say such a colorful joke.

It is said that a person who is usually very serious, now, how has he fallen to the point where he started to say such obscene words without changing his face.

"You taught me." Wei Qing raised his eyebrows and walked in front of the other party, hugging him, "Who told my wife to be a hooligan who can tell dirty jokes, so I can't keep up with you?"

"Who's a rascal?" Yan Chuyang snorted, slipped his restless hands onto the man's waist, and pulled the other's shirt out of his belt very naturally, his slightly cool fingertips got in from the corner of the clothes, touching the man dishonestly. Looking at the lines of the abdominal muscles that are extremely tactile, he raised his head and said innocently, "I have always been a very reserved and restrained gentleman."

The man frowned, and slapped the back of the other's hand through his clothes: "Scatter it, did you touch it? You're still a gentleman?!"

Wei Qing was afraid that he wouldn't touch anything, and he felt that he couldn't hold it anymore when he came. Yan Chuyang was the first time yesterday, and it was already hard enough. He is still young, and this kind of thing can't be so unrestrained.

"Tch." Yan Chuyang got closer to him, and with the other hand he slipped in, not to be outdone, and said with staring eyes: "Touch what's the matter! You were already mine last night!"

"Don't move, stand still." Wei Qing grabbed the boy's wrist and pulled out his two hands, held them tightly in his palms, straightened his expression, frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, "Does it still hurt there?"

Yan Chuyang's eyes flickered, his eyelids drooped, and he hesitated, "Does it hurt...I'm fine."

"Don't be brave, did the medicine I gave you last night work? Is there any swelling?"

"Oh." Yan Chuyang raised his hand to cover his ears, "What's so painful, a man is a big man, spoiling his own wife, she will only be comfortable, how can it hurt?!"

Wei Qing's forehead twitched: "Why spoil your own wife?"

"I'm lucky to spoil you." Yan Chuyang raised his eyelids, his eyes were clear and authentic, "Aren't you my wife?"

"I'm your husband!" Wei Qing patted the back of his head.

"It's all the same." Yan Chuyang stepped back, walked around Wei Qing's shoulders and walked to the side of the pot, opened the lid of the pot, took a look at the gurgling noodles in the pot, picked up a spoon to stir it, and said softly, "In In my heart, you are my daughter-in-law who needs protection and love the most."

Wei Qing's heart softened, he couldn't help but hooked his lips into a smile, walked behind the boy, hugged him with his arms around his waist, put his head on his shoulder, and said softly, "Then you have to protect me well, I'm very fragile. "