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"Get up." Wei Qing pulled him up by the back collar, "If we haven't gone out for such a long time, the shopping guide will suspect us."

Yan Chuyang sighed weakly, "Don't do this next time."

The man's face froze, his eyes flickered with gloom, and he snorted coldly, "Why can't it be like this? It's clearly written in the contract. You added the kissing clause. It's only natural for me to kiss you."

"I know!" Yan Chuyang stood up angrily, "But you can't kiss like that, right? Why did you stick your tongue in?" He couldn't breathe, if he kissed half his life, it would be better not to kiss him!

Wei Qing snorted coldly, and said the same blunt words: "We are married, it is my right to kiss you, I can kiss you if I want, you have no right to refuse!"

After finishing speaking, the man opened the curtain and went out with a gloomy face.

Yan Chuyang stood there with black lines all over his head, thinking helplessly, why should he be angry?What did he say again?

A man's heart is a real Nima sea needle.

Wei Qing began to choose clothes again. Although he was very satisfied with the leather jacket on his body, he felt uncomfortable when he thought of Yan Chuyang saying that the heroine he watched in the movie was wearing this style.

The woman in that kind of film will definitely be popular. When he thinks of Yan Chuyang staring at the woman in the film and drooling, he will feel unexplainable anger in his heart, so no matter how much he likes it, he can only give up.

In fact, the fire came out of nowhere. It was normal for Yan Chuyang to look at girls' bodies. When he was that old, he couldn't restrain his curiosity, so he secretly watched a few movies to satisfy his curiosity.

But... But he was still angry, so angry that he wanted to drag him over and beat him up, so that he would not love himself!

Wei Qing struggled for a while, and attributed the anger to his brother's sense of responsibility.

He regards Yan Chuyang as his younger brother, and now that his own younger brother does such an infamous thing, of course he will feel angry, just like when Wei Yuan made a girl's belly bigger and asked him for help, he beat her up angrily For a meal, the principle is the same.

Um, watching movies and streaming children should be regarded as mistakes of the same nature!

Wei Qing glanced at the boy sitting on the lounge chair and playing with his mobile phone again, thinking full of responsibility, an elder brother is like a father, Yan Chuyang has no one to discipline him, so he naturally has to be stricter.

After choosing for a while, Wei Qing chose a light-colored denim jacket with a white t-shirt inside, and the same light-colored jeans underneath, plus a pair of white sneakers. He looked much younger .

Originally, I didn't intend to buy clothes for Yan Chuyang, but when I was picking clothes, I suddenly saw a brown windbreaker hanging in the cupboard that matched Yan Chuyang's temperament. Wei Qing couldn't hold back, and bought a pair for Yan Chuyang. pieces.

"Don't move." Wei Qing put the windbreaker on the boy and said, "Turn around."

Yan Chuyang sighed, and turned around obediently.

The boy's joints are small, but his body proportions are very good. The knee-length windbreaker makes his head look like [-] meters tall.

"Very good." Wei Qing nodded, turned around and handed a bank card to the shopping guide and said, "I bought the one on him and the one on me."

Yan Chuyang touched the clothes on his body, frowned and said, "Didn't I buy it for you? Why did you become picking clothes for me again?"

"Aren't you dressed properly?" Wei Qing grabbed his wrist, pulled him to the locker, took a white sun hat from it and put it on Yan Chuyang's head, looked around and said, "Very good, White really matches your skin tone best."

Yan Chuyang sighed in pain: "How much does it cost?"

"Don't worry." The man smiled, "It will be deducted from your next month's salary."

Yan Chuyang: "..."

Yan Chuyang thought that the outing in Wei Qing's mouth would mean going to the park or climbing a mountain, but what he didn't expect was that Wei Qing would take him to his alma mater, the best high school in Songcheng, Lihua No. [-] High School.

It was the end of get out of class time, and the playground was bustling with children from grade one and grade two in twos and threes to fight and fight.

"Why did you bring me here?" Yan Chuyang looked at the vast playground in a daze.

"Do you know where this is?" Wei Qing asked.

The boy nodded: "I know, the high school you went to." Wei Yuan told him.

Wei Qing hummed, then suddenly took a few steps forward, walked under the basketball hoop, looked at the hoop and said, "Do you want to play?"

Yan Chuyang shook his head.

Wei Qing raised his hand, made a shooting posture and said, "You know? When I was in high school, I wanted to be a professional basketball player."

The boy was stunned: "Have you ever thought of this?" He always thought that he was working hard on the road of making money.

"Why not." Wei Qing raised his eyebrows, "I was young too."

Yan Chuyang shrugged, "Then why did you give up basketball in the end to start a company?"

"My foot is injured and I can't fight anymore."

"How could it be?" Yan Chuyang stared at his strong calf and said, "You clearly walk faster than me."

"Being able to walk doesn't mean you can play basketball." Wei Qing said with a darkened expression, "The doctor told me that if you continue to play high-intensity basketball, you may be disabled."

Yan Chuyang was startled: "It's so serious!"

"Well, it's serious." As he said that, the man walked a few steps and sat down in the stands of the stadium, looking lonely.

Yan Chuyang saw that he was in a bad mood, so he quickly went to his side, sat down and said, "You don't need to be too sad, although you gave up basketball, but now you are doing very well, you have a successful career, and everyone envies you, so... ..."

"Yan Chuyang" the man interrupted him suddenly, his voice was low, "When I was in my third year of high school, I had the worst fight with my dad."

Yan Chuyang pinched the hem of his trousers, stared at the man's profile and asked, "Why are you arguing?"

"In the second half of the third year of high school, the national basketball team competition was held in the city. I made it to the finals smoothly. My coach told me very excitedly that as long as I work harder and stand out in the finals, it is possible for me Enter the national team and become a professional player."

Yan Chuyang hummed: "That's very good, you also performed well in the final."