Please marry me!

Chapter 4 Blowing the Horn of Charge

  Yu Weisheng stared at the line for several seconds.

He knew every word, but put them together to form a strange sentence that he couldn't understand for a while. He hesitated for a moment, then looked up at Cen Xing.

Cen Xing lowered his head slightly, his face flushed. Sensing Yu Weisheng's gaze, he carefully looked back, but as soon as their eyes met, he immediately dodged away obviously.

"You..." Yu Weisheng hesitated to speak.

Cen Xing still lowered his eyes and raised his pen abruptly. He leaned over and scribbled on the notebook. Soon, both "you" in that sentence were changed to "you".

Yu Weisheng was speechless: "That's not what I meant."

Cen Xing didn't know what interpretation he had made, and finally mustered up the courage to look at him and smiled at him.

Objectively speaking, Cen Xing is a comfortable and good-looking boy. His face was small, with a delicate nose and mouth, only his eyes were big, and the corners of his eyes drooped slightly when he smiled, and his appearance was soft and cute.

But this is not enough to make Yu Weisheng ignore key issues. He tapped on the word "marriage" with his fingertips and drew a circle: "What is this?"

Cen Xing lowered his head, raised the back of one hand and rubbed his flushed cheeks, looking shy.

There was an eerie vibe in the air.

"You seem to be... have some misunderstanding?" Yu Weisheng said.

Cen Xing shook his head quickly, stretched out his hand, took the notebook back, turned back to the blank page, and began to write.

Yu Weisheng waited patiently.

Soon, Cen Xing finished writing. This time, instead of erecting the notebook to display it like just now, he closed the entire notebook and stuffed it into Yu Weisheng's arms.

At the same time that Yu Weisheng opened it, he jumped off the sofa, ran back to his room quickly, and closed the door.

Yu Weisheng frowned and rummaged all the way, and it took a while to find what Cen Xing had just written.

——You are really nice. Thank you and good night.

He looked up blankly at the closed door.

Communicating with a little dumb guy who doesn't know what he is thinking is not an ordinary tiring task. After a short hesitation, Yu Weisheng stood up and knocked on Cen Xing's door.

"Is it convenient to talk a little more?" He asked through the door, "I think there must be a misunderstanding between us."

Soon, the door was opened. Cen Xing's face was still red, and he looked at him quietly with his big eyes open. Yu Weisheng stretched out his hand, pulled him back to where the two of them were sitting just now, reopened the book, pointed to the line of writing, and clicked a few times.

It's too unbelievable, but people don't know where to ask questions for a while. Seeing this, Cen Xing took the notebook and began to write.

Yu Weisheng was careful, for fear that he would prevaricate indiscriminately like before and run away. Fortunately, this time, Cen Xing did not leave after finishing writing, but erected the notebook with a worried face.

—Is there something I did wrong?

"No," Yu Weisheng seldom has such a moment of being at a loss, "I just want to ask... why do you think we will get married? Didn't you transfer to study here?"

Cen Xing frowned, looked down and fell silent After a few seconds, he lowered his head to write again.

—But we'll always get married.

Yu Weisheng looked at him in surprise: "How can we get married?"

Cen Xing fell into a daze when he heard this. He opened his mouth slightly, stared at Yu Weisheng's face for a long time, then lowered his eyes again. When he picked up the pen again, his hand trembled slightly, and the original beautiful handwriting became crooked.

—Sorry, I can't speak, I'm a mute.

Cen Xing felt extremely sad. Sure enough, such an outstanding person would look down on him. Yu Weisheng wanted to regret the marriage.

The so-called marriage contract is just an oral agreement, as long as the parties are unwilling, it has no value.

Who likes a mute who can't speak.

He was sad, and the tears could not be restrained from pouring out. Because he didn't want to cry in front of Yu Weisheng, he could only raise his head, try to open his eyes wide, trying to hold back those tears.

But it didn't work, even if he didn't blink, the tears that quickly piled up quickly flowed out of his eyes and rolled down his cheeks.

Seeing this, Yu Weisheng got up and took out two tissues and stuffed them into his hands.

"There must be a serious misunderstanding between us," he slowed down again, "Don't worry, just listen to me, okay?"

Cen Xing held a tissue and looked at him tearfully.

"It was your sister Cen Yue who had a marriage contract with me at the beginning?" Yu Weisheng said, "Later she also split into Alpha, so the marriage contract is not counted, is it?" Cen Xing nodded

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Seeing this, Yu Weisheng became more and more puzzled. Since there is no error in the information on both sides, how to explain the current situation. It can't be the after-sales service provided by the Cen's family. If it breaks, pay for it.

"What does that have to do with you?" Yu Weisheng asked.

Cen Xing thought, isn't it because of this that it has something to do with me?

When Cen Yue split into Alpha, the parents on both sides felt sorry for not being able to be in-laws.

Cen Xing was sitting next to them when they were talking on the phone. Uncle Yu has a loud voice, his voice can be transmitted thousands of miles away, and he can hear clearly when he speaks from a distance.

He sighed for a while, and then said, if Xing Xing was older, I would have to use his brain.

Before Cen Xing's father could speak, Cen Xing suddenly jumped up.

He took his father's hand, nodded violently, and gestured frantically. His father laughed loudly when he saw this, and said to the phone, we Xing Xing seem to be quite willing.

Yu Weisheng waited for an hour, and got the small composition submitted by Cen Xing.

After reading it, he roughly understood what was going on.

Children can't tell which are jokes and which are the truth. The two old men joked that they wanted him to be a substitute, and if they differentiated into an Omega, they would marry them immediately, and he believed them all. So all these years, they have been acquiescing that the two are engaged in a marriage relationship, and regard him as their fiancé.

"I really want to get closer, and I won't bring you and me together," Yu Weisheng couldn't laugh or cry, "I also have a younger brother who is about the same age as you. In any case, you two are more suitable, right? Cen

Xing shook his head immediately.

He had an impression of Yu Wenluo. This boy was two years younger than him, shorter than him when we first met, very naughty, non-stop, and silly. He didn't like it at all.

"In short," Yu Weisheng looked at him, "it's all a misunderstanding. They must be joking. I don't know if you will take it seriously, and you never mentioned it to me. There is no marriage contract between us, and we will never get married, understand. Is it?"

Cen Xing burst into tears again.

"Xing Xing, listen to me," Yu Weisheng comforted him patiently, "It's not that you did something wrong, I don't dislike you. It's because I think you are cute and I have a good impression of you, so I invited you this time Come and live here."

Cen Xing raised his head immediately.

"But, this kind of liking is the liking of a big brother for a little brother, do you understand?" Yu Weisheng continued, "We haven't met a few times in total, we don't know each other, and the age gap is also here. It's nothing more than because You misunderstood what they said, and you have such feelings for me. It is very likely that what you like is just an image you imagined, not the real me." The last time they met,

Cen Xing was only twelve years old. It is not uncommon for children who are just about to enter puberty to have inexplicable yearning for adults for a while. But if you want to do it the other way around, that would undoubtedly be a perverted behavior. Yu Weisheng is very normal in this respect, even now, he still has no interest in children who have just differentiated at the age of seventeen.

Cen Xing continued to cry, shaking his head while crying.

Yu Weisheng sighed.

Yu Wenluo cried occasionally when she was a child. The boy cried very loudly, whining and whimpering, which was a headache. Yu Weisheng basically doesn't coax him, and even rewards him with chestnuts. But Cen Xing was different, he only shed tears, didn't make a sound at all, he was very quiet, and looked so pitiful, it was unbearable to watch.

"Actually, my brother is pretty good, about the same age as you, do you want to get to know him?" Yu Weisheng was in a hurry to make a mess of the couple.

Cen Xing took a sharp sniff, picked up the notebook on the side, and wrote: Don't!

The little guy has always been soft, and he used an exclamation point for the first time, which shows his attitude.

Yu Weisheng was about to say something more when Cen Xing suddenly stood up. He turned to the page where he wrote good night just now, handed it to Yu Weisheng, turned around and ran back to the room quickly.

Yu Weisheng looked at the door that was closed again, and shook his head helplessly.

Originally, he just wanted to be a kind person, but somehow he became a heartless person.

Cen Xing hid on the bed and kept crying, feeling extremely wronged.

He used to only worry about whether Yu Weisheng would not like him after seeing him in person, but he never expected that the so-called marriage contract was just his unilateral perception.

Yu Weisheng never thought of marrying him.

There must be something wrong. They clearly said that if he splits into an Omega, they want him to be with Yu Weisheng.

You can't bully him because he can't speak, and he can't refute in time, so he is forced to treat it as a joke.

He raised his hand to wipe a handful of tears, sat up, and hugged the laptop on one side.

When you are particularly sad, you need to do something unrelated to calm yourself down. He opened his browser and started picking out a new phone for himself.

Mechanically browsing through the various style introductions on the webpage, but still thinking about Yu Weisheng.

Even if Yu Weisheng is right, what he likes may be his own imagination. But Yu Weisheng is no different from his imagination.

He was so handsome, his manners were decent and his voice was beautiful, and he was so gentle when he refused him.

Cen Xing stared blankly at the screen and became dazed.

He wondered if Yu Weisheng had just said that he liked him too. Although not that kind of like.

Then he thought that Yu Weisheng rejected him because he didn't know anything about their marriage contract, not because he was dissatisfied with himself.

What does that mean?

Yu Weisheng got up on time the next morning, walked out of the room, and found a piece of paper on the wall directly opposite.

It is A4 size, and the words on it are written big with a particularly thick pen.

——Mr. Yu, good morning. Excuse me, can I pursue you?