Chapter 96: Direct Confession

Shi Yang sighed contentedly and handed the coat over.

"Put on some clothes and don't catch a cold."

Qin Yanchuan tightened his face slightly, took the clothes and put them on. He pursed his lips tightly, and his brows revealed a hint of humiliation and forbearance, as if he had been taken advantage of by an unforgivable gangster.

Shi Yanghun leaned back in the chair comfortably, savoring the feeling just now in his heart, and let out a soft sigh.

"Uncle Qin, don't look like that. You were the one who took the initiative to lift up your clothes. I didn't force you to do that."

He said earnestly: "As long as you take the initiative, we will have a story."

Qin Yanchuan: “…”

His temples throbbed twice, and he suppressed the urge to throw Shi Yang out of the car. He straightened his coat sleeves as if nothing had happened, and said calmly, "Don't call me Mr. Qin anymore?"

"What? Mr. Qin? That's so awkward."

Qin Yanchuan twitched the corner of his lips indifferently, "Didn't you say you'd never be friends with me again?"

"Those are just angry words, don't take them seriously, just let them go in one ear and out the other."

Shi Yang said, smiling as he came over and started talking nonsense: "Uncle Qin, you and I are the best in the world. You are the only one who is really good, and everyone else is just pretending to be good!"

I don’t know how many people I’ve said this to.

Qin Yanchuan didn't say anything. He raised his hand to touch Shi Yang's head as he approached him, and pushed him aside. "Sit down."

Shi Yang immediately responded obediently, sitting upright like a primary school student.

Qin Yanchuan fastened his seat belt and was about to start the car when the person next to him was silent for a while and then started talking again.

"Uncle Qin, you haven't explained to me why you are suddenly so cold to me?"

Qin Yanchuan paused for a moment. It was unknown what he was thinking about. His expression changed again. In the end, he simply replied with two words: "Too busy."

Shi Yang naturally didn't believe it.

He concentrated and pondered for a moment, and suddenly started a conversation without any context: "Uncle Qin, have you found that you are suddenly attracted to me?"

Before Qin Yanchuan could respond, he continued, "Then you fell into a phase of doubting yourself and your life, thinking how could I possibly be attracted to that boy? It was all an illusion."

"You couldn't accept this, so you chose to be cold and distant to me, in order to kill this budding relationship in its tracks."

Qin Yanchuan's facial lines were slightly tense, and he seemed to have clenched his back teeth again.

"Of course, you eventually found yourself unable to control your feelings for me and couldn't help but get close to me..."

Shi Yang gave him an understanding look, "It's okay, I understand, every boss has this kind of mental journey."

As he was talking, Shi Yang suddenly raised his hand and touched the back of his neck embarrassedly. After hesitating for a while, he stretched out his finger and gently poked Qin Yanchuan's shoulder, smiling shyly.

"Come on, Uncle Qin, are you going to confess to me directly or go through the formalities?"

“…”

Qin Yanchuan was silent, still silent, deathly silent.

Shi Yang has already built a three-bedroom, one-living room house, and is now preparing to dig a basement to bury himself.

See, your defense is broken, right? He hit you right in the heart, right?

He was still very considerate, so he cleared his throat and said with a wry smile:

"It's okay, I was just joking, Uncle Qin, don't mind it, drive ahead and be careful."

Qin Yanchuan also cleared his throat, "Yeah."

There was another strange silence before he gathered his thoughts and started the car as if nothing had happened.

It was as if nothing had happened just now, if you ignore the blue veins on the back of Qin Yanchuan's hands.

Shi Yang sat there obediently for a while, then collapsed back on the seat as if nothing had happened and yawned out of boredom.

My fingers are itching and I want to play something.

"Uncle Qin, can you lend me your phone? I forgot to bring it."

Qin Yanchuan stared at the road ahead and said in a neutral tone, "Stop playing with your phone."

Shi Yang started to chatter again: "Uncle Qin, please be kind and give me a cell phone. Just give me a cell phone. Good things will be rewarded to good people. Just give me a cell phone, Uncle Qin..."

Like a hardworking little bee, it buzzed in Qin Yanchuan's ears.

Qin Yanchuan had a headache. He took out his personal mobile phone, unlocked the fingerprint lock, and handed it to Shi Yang.

Shi Yang immediately took the phone, and this time he finally kept his mouth shut, swiping the phone interface with great interest.

Qin Yanchuan's phone looks like it has just been released from the factory. The wallpaper is built-in to the system, and there is not even any unnecessary entertainment software.

As for the communication software and photo albums, Shi Yang did not look through them randomly.

"Uncle Qin, can I download the game?"

"what ever."

Shi Yang downloaded a Happy Match game from the software store and started playing happily.

After playing for a while, he started to feel hungry.

He had just come out in a hurry and hadn't had breakfast yet. It was only a little after nine in the morning.

He put down his phone and suddenly saw a snack shop on the road ahead, selling freshly made pancakes.

Looking from a distance, the freshly-baked pancakes look golden and must taste crispy and crunchy.

Shi Yang's cravings were aroused, so he looked eagerly at Qin Yanchuan beside him, "Uncle Qin, I want to eat some baked cakes. They smell so good."

Qin Yanchuan glanced at Shi Yang indifferently and continued driving.

He doesn't buy it.

A minute later, Qin Yanchuan parked the car on the side of the road. Under Shi Yang's expectant gaze, he unbuckled his seat belt without saying a word, opened the car door and got out.

Before I even reached the snack bar, the owner greeted me with a smile, "Handsome man, buy some steamed buns. Our steamed buns are delicious and fresh from the oven."

The young man was dressed in an extraordinary outfit, exuding a noble aura. His tall and straight figure stood in front of the simple and narrow snack bar. "What kind of fillings do you have?"

The boss couldn't help but look at him a few more times, "Beef, pork, and vegetarian stuffing."

After that, he highly recommended: "The beef ones are the best. Would you like some?"

Shi Yang is allergic to beef, so Qin Yanchuan rejected the boss's recommendation, "No." After a pause, he asked, "What seasonings are there in the pork stuffing?"

Hearing this, the boss was puzzled as to why this handsome guy asked so many detailed questions just to buy a pie.

Tsk, rich people are really particular.

The boss thought for a moment and counted them one by one: "Pork belly, sugar, minced ginger, green onion, soy sauce, salt, chicken powder, MSG, pepper powder, water."

Qin Yanchuan ignored the boss's strange look and said calmly, "Please give me two."

"Okay."

Qin Yanchuan scanned the code to pay, carried the steaming hot pancakes back to the car, and handed the bag to Shi Yang.

Shi Yang immediately smiled, revealing two faint smiles, "Thank you, Uncle Qin."

"Yeah." Qin Yanchuan withdrew his gaze and no longer looked at the smiling face.

"Do you want to eat?"

Qin Yanchuan fastened his seat belt and said, "No."

The black car continued driving on the road. Shi Yang finished two fragrant pancakes, and the car happened to stop in the underground garage of the Qin family villa.

"By the way, I'll return your phone to you."

"Um."

The two got off the car one after the other and took the elevator up.

As soon as the elevator door opened on the first floor, Shi Yang walked out immediately.

He walked very quickly and disappeared in a short while, as if he had done something shameful and was trying to escape.

Qin Yanchuan couldn't help but look at Shi Yang's departing back twice. He didn't follow him out, but took the elevator directly to the third floor and walked towards the study.

Qin Yanchuan closed the door, pulled out a chair and sat quietly in front of the computer. He casually opened the drawer and took out a small capybara doll pendant.

He leaned back in his chair and held the pendant before his eyes, examining it for a moment.

Still ugly.

Qin Yanchuan put down his hands, placed his slender hands on his knees, and pressed the pendant in his hands from time to time.

Deep in those calm eyes, there is a surging undercurrent.

I don't know how much time had passed, but the cell phone rang suddenly in the study where you could hear a pin drop.

Qin Yanchuan accepted the thought, put the pendant back into the drawer, then took out the mobile phone from his pocket and answered the call from his partner.

The two chatted about work for a while, and then chatted casually for a few minutes before ending the call.

After hanging up the phone, Qin Yanchuan saw the wallpaper on his phone screen and his eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

It was originally the system's built-in wallpaper, but I don't know when it was changed to a selfie, or it was a selfie of Shi Yang.

On the screen, Shi Yang was sitting in the passenger seat, with his head slightly tilted. He clenched his fists and put them against his cheeks like a kitten, closing one eye and winking at the camera with a smile.

affectation.

It's extremely artificial.