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"Eh." Yan Chuyang saw him standing there with his shoulders straight, thinking he was embarrassed, he hurriedly moved the sofa up and moved it behind Wei Qing, pressed his shoulders and said, "Don't be restrained, Just like coming to your own home, sit down."

Wei Qing didn't expect that he would suddenly press down on his shoulders, so he sat down straight, sinking into the sofa.

A man in a formal suit and tie sank into the soft yellow-orange sofa seat with a serious face.

The picture is a bit weird.

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

"Go and pack your things." Wei Qing reacted, suppressed his displeasure and stood up from the sofa, straightened the hem of the wrinkled suit and said in a low voice, "Don't worry about me."

"Okay." The boy shrugged, went to the tea table and poured him a glass of plain water, and handed it to Wei Qing.

"Actually, you came a little early today."

Glancing at the hand-painted ceramic mug with gourd, big baby and red baby, Wei Qing twitched his forehead and put it on the cabinet casually.

"It's not too early." The man said with full sleeves, "It happened to be a quarter past eight when I came, didn't we agree on eight o'clock?"

Yan Chuyang was stunned, and said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I suffered from insomnia last night, so I didn't get up today."

"It's okay." Wei Qing raised his hand and looked at his shiny watch, "It's [-]:[-], and I've booked a [-] o'clock plane to fly to Mexico. You take your ID card and passport with you, and we'll be leaving in a while."

Yan Chuyang's eyes lit up suddenly, and he looked at Yan Chuyang eagerly and said, "You're going to get a marriage certificate today, aren't you?"

"Ah."

Yan Chuyang breathed out nervously: "Should I buy a suit to wear? Marriage is a very serious matter after all."

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

Will it look better?

Is this an indirect praise for his good looks?

Yan Chuyang went into the bathroom to wash up with a heavy head and feeling dizzy.

Wei Qing stood in the small cramped room and looked around.

Small, but reasonably neat.

The wallpaper is light yellow, the furniture is simple and casual, and the soles of the feet are soft carpets, a very warm layout.

Wei Qing walked to the window sill, where there was a drawing board, on which was an unfinished semi-finished painting, a kitten curled up next to the fireplace, it was a simplified painting, only the lines hadn't been colored yet.

But for some reason, looking at the kitten's lazily shrunken neck and narrowed eyes, he felt that this kitten should be a self-portrait of the owner of the house, and it looked so stupid that it was easy to be deceived.

Impatiently standing on the window sill, a rustling sound similar to that of a mouse gnawing sawdust suddenly came from above his head.

Wei Qing subconsciously glanced back following the sound. When he saw a small white mouse locked in a small iron cage hanging above the window sill, the man's scalp tightened, and his body stiffly stepped back. Afraid of mice.

The easily deceived owner just came out of the bathroom, saw Wei Qing and the mouse looking at each other aggressively, and said with a smile, "Don't be afraid, it doesn't bite."

Wei Qing tugged at his tie in embarrassment, braced himself against his idol burden and said, "I'm not afraid, I'm just a little surprised that there are still people raising mice."

Yan Chuyang walked over, shook his head seriously, and said, "This is not a mouse, but a mouse. A mouse endangers the people, but a mouse benefits the people. There is a qualitative difference between the two."

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

Yan Chuyang couldn't agree with taking the little white mouse off the hook, and purposely approached Wei Qing and said, "Why is it disgusting? Just look at his white hair all over his body, his round black eyes, he..."

"Stay away from me!" Wei Qing yelled angrily for the first time in front of everyone except his [-]-year-old father.

You know, he usually pays great attention to his appearance.

In Wei Qing's view, a person who can't even control his own emotions will never be a successful and outstanding person.

Yan Chuyang was stunned by his yelling, then immediately frowned in distress, and comforted in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were so afraid of this thing."

"I'm not afraid!"

"Okay, okay, don't be nervous, I'll take it away." Saying that, Yan Chuyang turned around and hung the mouse back to its original place, then turned to look at Wei Qing and said comfortingly, "Don't be afraid, I've already hung up the mouse." Woke up."

Wei Qing snorted uncontrollably and said, "What's wrong with raising something like this?"

Yan Chuyang clicked his tongue and said: "This little white mouse has a certain fate with me. In our biology class, the teacher asked us to inject the little white mouse to death. As a result, my hand shook and I didn't inject it into the heart, so it survived. The medicine greatly reduced his appetite, and out of guilt, I took it over to raise him."

The corner of Wei Qing's mouth twitched slightly: "You are quite caring."

"It's okay." Yan Chuyang smacked his lips and said, "I'm going to raise his stomach, and give him another injection of heart death, and see if his hands still shake."

Wei Qing: "..."