Please marry me!

Chapter 3 Looks like a Good Baby

    Cen Xing's brain instantly melted. He pursed his lips tightly, his face flushed, and he looked at Yu Weisheng foolishly, motionless.

Yu Weisheng looked straight into his eyes with a smile on his face. His tone just now was a bit teasing, but his expression was gentle.

Cen Xing slowly raised a hand and pressed it on his heart.

It's me, it's me.

If he could speak, he must have shouted this sentence.

Seeing him staring at him in a daze, his eyes wide open, his expression tense and hesitant to say anything, Yu Weisheng became puzzled: "I guess I didn't mistake the person, right?

" Pointing to his face, he nodded vigorously.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, Yu Weisheng raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked tentatively, "Why don't you speak?"

Cen Xing was extremely surprised.

He could not speak, and had been so since childhood. Yu Weisheng didn't know at all.

Seeing him sluggish, Yu Weisheng seemed to realize something, and asked again: "Is it because of a bad throat?"

Cen Xing shook his head slowly.

Seeing this, Yu Weisheng nodded slightly, and when he spoke again, he slowed down a lot: "Then can you hear me clearly?"

Cen Xing nodded quickly. A considerable number of dumb people have no problem with their vocalization function, but they can't speak because they can't hear or can't hear clearly, and can't learn. They can only understand lip language. But he wasn't, there was nothing wrong with his hearing.

"No wonder," Yu Weisheng frowned slightly, but soon smiled again, "It's getting late, you must be hungry too, shall we go back first?"

Cen Xing nodded when he heard the words, and then panicked to close the box again. He was calm on the surface, but his heart was full of waves.

Yu Weisheng looked better in real life than in the video, watching it up close, he was flustered. Not only panic, but also a little scared. How could Yu Weisheng not know his flaw. He thought that his fiancé was still willing to accept after understanding, but that was not the case. Will I be disliked for it?

Cen Xing's mind was in a mess. In a panic, the lid was not closed properly, and the clothes that were neatly divided into left and right sides and stacked on top of the items were knocked crooked, and half of them fell to the ground.

Embarrassed at the first meeting, Cen Xing became more and more ashamed and hurriedly cleaned up.

"You're so hungry," Yu Weisheng thought he was in a hurry, and smiled, "Why don't we find a restaurant nearby?" Cen Xing was about to look

up when Yu Weisheng got up and squatted down beside him, reaching out to help him tidy up.

Yu Weisheng must have come directly from the company, dressed very formally, with a meticulous shirt and tie on his upper body, a suit that he took off and draped over his forearm, and the last thing he was wearing was tailored trousers. Today's posture seems somewhat forced.

"By the way," Yu Weisheng turned his head and glanced at him, "Did you drop your phone?"

Cen Xing shook his head. He can sign language, but most people can't understand it. After losing his mobile phone, he has no tools to communicate with normal people at all. After hesitating for half a second, he cautiously stretched out his hand and grabbed Yu Weisheng's arm.

"What?" Yu Weisheng asked.

Cen Xing was very nervous, moved his hand down a bit, held Yu Weisheng's palm, lowered his head, and wrote stroke by stroke in his palm.

He occasionally communicates with people in this way, but he has never been so nervous.

Originally intended to write "broken". But his mind is full of strange things, such as, Yu Weisheng's hands are so big, his fingers are so long, his nails are so clean, and his emotional line looks so deep. In the end, I wrote the first word wrong.

After writing a vertical letter, he immediately came back to his senses, and quickly swipe at Yu Weisheng's palm, indicating that erasing it would not count. Rewrite it again, write it wrong again, and cross it out again.

He scribbled in Yu Weisheng's palm for a while, making Yu Weisheng confused.

"What formation is this?" Yu Weisheng asked.

Cen Xing was so embarrassed that he almost cried.

"Is the phone broken?" Yu Weisheng asked again.

Cen Xing nodded quickly.

Yu Weisheng sighed suddenly. He put the folded clothes back in place, stood up, and said, "Is it because I look so serious that you are so stiff?"

Of course not. Yu Weisheng was smiling at him all the time, and his tone was very gentle when speaking, which was completely the most beautiful appearance in his ideal. He was nervous, and it was for this reason.

Seeing him shaking his head, Yu Weisheng didn't say anything more. She just smiled and raised her chin at him, signaling him to close the box and set off.

Yu Weisheng was a little embarrassed.

At the beginning, he only thought of this child as introverted, and he never thought that he was either not talkative or unable to talk. Recalling carefully, it seems that in the early years, I heard my father say "the stars can't speak" and other sentences. The Chinese is profound and profound, and he mistakenly thought it meant that Cen Xing was not good at speech.

There is a big difference between taking care of an introverted high school student and taking care of a non-speaking high school student. The latter will be much more tiring in daily communication.

The person-hunting broadcast just now must have had its own problems because of poor communication.

What troubled him even more was that Cen Xing seemed a little afraid of him for some reason.

Yu Weisheng felt that his attitude towards him was very gentle, but the other party looked trembling and kept tense all the time.

For example, now, Cen Xing is sitting on the co-pilot, with his hands on his lap cautiously, his fingers intertwined, secretly glance at him from time to time, cautiously.

Yu Weisheng deliberately turned his head when he looked over. When the eyes met, Cen Xing was startled immediately, and lowered his head completely.

It's a bit funny, but it's inevitable.

If this continues, how will we get along with each other in our daily life?

It wasn't long before the two met, so they should say something to ease the atmosphere. However, Cen Xing couldn't respond. No matter what Yu Weisheng said, he could only nod or shake his head at most.

Don't be distracted all the time while driving. Yu Weisheng couldn't spare much time to pay attention to him shaking his head and shaking his head, so he could only ramble a few words as if he were talking to himself.

There was an awkward atmosphere in the air.

When it was time to eat, Cen Xing was finally able to express in other ways, but it made Yu Weisheng even more headache.

He randomly picked a quieter restaurant. When ordering, Cen Xing will nod for all taste-related questions. When the dishes came, he ate them in small bites, his appearance was very delicate, and he couldn't tell whether he liked it or not. Just looking at his appearance, he is really cute.

Good babies are always attractive. Yu Weisheng had nothing to do, so he chatted with him casually.

Cen Xing began to write on the table seriously.

There was no trace of finger scratching on the table, and it was still upside down from Yu Weisheng's perspective. Cen Xing had to make corrections from time to time, scribbling on the table, and occasionally raising his head to make gestures at him. Yu Weisheng concentrates on analyzing carefully, and knows only half of it.

Seeing that the dishes were getting cold, Cen Xing was still concentrating on writing and drawing on the table, Yu Weisheng could only pretend that he understood, nodded to him casually, and then reminded him to eat quickly.

Cen Xing is a cute kid. Compared with Yu Wenluo, he felt a bit like "other people's younger brother". But even though he had a good impression in his heart, he also faintly regretted it, feeling that he had thought too little about taking the initiative to take the job.

In comparison, it's easy to get along with a solid fool.

When he first left the airport, Yu Weisheng originally planned to take him to buy a new mobile phone on the way back.

Afterwards, the meal was so painful that people couldn't think well and forgot about it.

After arriving home, Yu Weisheng first took Cen Xing to see the room prepared for him. For a single person living alone, the space in his house is a bit redundant, and it is not troublesome to tidy up a guest room.

The room is spacious and bright, with its own bathroom, a lot of bookshelves, wardrobes, storage boxes, writing desks, single sofas and computer desks for daily use.

"Are you satisfied?" Yu Weisheng asked.

Cen Xing walked around the room, turned around and nodded vigorously. He blushed very easily, and he didn't know if he was shy or nervous. But at this moment, it should be because of excitement.

"It's fine if you like it," Yu Weisheng said with a smile, "You tidy it up first, and then come to the living room to find me. I'll take you to another room to have a look." About half an hour later,

Cen Xing ran out of the room, He was holding a notebook in his hand.

He ran to the sofa in the living room, stopped in front of Yu Weisheng, held up the notebook, and opened the first page nervously with a blushing face.

The page is full of words. The very large lettering on the top line read: Thank you very much.

The following is densely packed, and it is actually a small composition. First, he apologized for his sudden loss of contact today, and then thanked Yu Weisheng in detail for coming to pick him up, packing his luggage, inviting him to dinner and preparing this room for him.

After Yu Weisheng finished reading, he really wanted to laugh.

This kid is too serious. Yu Weisheng discovered when the two were in contact before that Cen Xing never said "you", always said "you", and would call him "Mr. Yu" very politely. His face was full of politeness and understanding.

People are so serious, it is wrong to make fun of them casually. Yu Weisheng lowered his head to cover up, and coughed lightly.

"It's not a big deal," he pulled Cen Xing to sit next to him, "don't be too polite with me."

Cen Xing sat upright, smiled at him with a blushing face, then turned up the notebook and opened it The second page.

It says: Can you tell me the WIFI password?

Yu Weisheng was taken aback for a moment, but finally smiled. Just as he was about to speak, Cen Xing handed him a pen.

After writing the password in the notebook, Yu Weisheng was about to return it when he suddenly had some other thoughts in his mind. He raised his head and smiled at Cen Xing, and turned a page back.

Sure enough, there was writing on the back.

——If there is anything about me that troubles you, please tell me.

Yu Weisheng looked up at him, and he also curved his mouth into a smile. A little nervous, a little restrained, with tightly pursed lips. He looked like he was careful to please others.

"It really is." Yu Weisheng said.

Cen Xing's expression immediately froze. He licked his lips, blinked his eyes a few times quickly, and looked at Yu Weisheng, not daring to breathe.

"I don't like being so polite at home," Yu Weisheng said, raising his hand and rubbing his soft hair, trying to make him relax, "Take it easy. The word 'you' needs to be written on the side." First, it's not troublesome. Isn't it good to write 'you'."

Cen Xing nodded slightly.

"How do you usually get along with your sister?" Yu Weisheng asked.

Cen Xing tilted his head slightly, but he didn't know what he thought of.

"Just get along with me like that," Yu Weisheng said, "You can also treat me as an older brother. I happen to have a younger brother who is about the same age as you, and you should have met him." Cen Xing frowned when he heard the

words brow.

"What does your sister usually call you?" Yu Weisheng asked again, "Xing Xing?"

He called it very casually. Cen Xing straightened his back all of a sudden, as if his name was suddenly called while queuing.

After a while, he nodded slightly in Yu Weisheng's sight.

"Then I'll call you that too." Yu Weisheng said.

Cen Xing swallowed, stretched out his hand, and turned the book to the next page.

——My nickname is Xing Xing, if you don't mind, you can call me that.

Yu Weisheng was taken aback for a moment, then smiled again. Just as he was about to speak, Cen Xing suddenly picked up a pen, leaned over, lay half on his knees, and drew two strokes on the paper.

He crossed out the "heart" under the word "you".

Yu Weisheng laughed out loud, turning back and feeling: "You are too obedient, why didn't my brother..." The

voice stopped abruptly.

There is also content on the next page, with a line of small characters written.

——I like you very much, and I hope you like me too. It is my honor to marry you.