I made the hero cry after being dressed as a double

Teacher, who is it?

The outstretched hand was slowly returned to the side of the body, Wen Heng looked down at the person lying on top of him and fell asleep again, his mouth moved slightly, and finally chose to swallow this question back into his stomach.

Forget it.

He stared straight at the ceiling, remembering that in the original, the protagonist Shou also appeared beside the male protagonist as a stand-in, and this teacher is probably the one deep in Qu Mubai's heart.

teacher……

That should be someone who has taught the male lead. The college male lead is in the same school as me. The big bellies of the professors in my school must not match my handsome image, so pass, that is middle school?

A gentle teacher and a cold and talented student...

Wen Heng touched his nose unconsciously, his eyes wandered, did he go astray.

As the male protagonist's current boyfriend, according to the plot, should he be angry?But, obviously he is the stand-in, and it stands to reason that the teacher is the main palace. Is it unreasonable for him to be so angry? Could it be that the sadomasochism in the plot is also because of the teacher, so he is angry?But he said that he really didn't meet the male lead a few times, and his relationship has not reached the point of anger.

and so……

forget it!

The light-colored eyes looked out of the window, the floating clouds covered the dazzling sunlight, and the few strands that occasionally ran out were scattered on the ground through the gaps in the leaves, blooming halos of light, the green trees, the gentle wind, but still I don't know how long I can watch...

The unique vibrating sound of the mobile phone sounded again, the man withdrew his gaze, swiped open the screen,

"Hey?"

"Wen Heng? Are you in school now?"

The counselor's voice, combined with the noisy voice over there, made Wen Heng smell something different.

"No, what's the matter? Teacher."

"The chairman of Qiao's came to you and wanted to talk to you. They are all waiting in the office now. Why don't you come back now?"

"……Um."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Heng's eyes were full of sarcasm, so urgent?

But what can be done?

He lightly hugged Qu Mubai on his body, turned around slowly, and put him back on the bed, but even so, the corner of his short-sleeved clothes was still grabbed by a slender and slender hand, and the man hadn't woken up yet. , with some nasal, soft voice,

"where are you going?"

"I have something to do at school, I'll go there, you sleep first, and I'll bring you something to eat when you come back."

"Then you come back earlier."

"it is good."

Gently pulling off the corner of the clothes, Wen Heng stood by the bed and stared at the person who fell into a deep sleep again. The usually cold person was completely trapped in the quilt at this moment. Because of the rest, even his cheeks were a little more red than usual. The neatly combed hair was scattered on the pillow at the moment, and even a dull hair was raised.

With a slight sigh, the door was quietly closed, and the wind blew up the curtains. In the dark room, someone's eyelashes trembled slightly in a trance, and a complex flash of eyes flashed, and then the eyelids closed again, as if this had never happened Same.

Wen Heng on the other side hurried back to school, and before he could sit down and drink a sip of water, he was pulled to the hospital by a black car.

Watching the people coming and going outside the door, and occasionally a hospital bed quickly passed in front of him, Wen Heng stood silently in the VIP reception room, not exchanging a word with the couple who brought him here.

He just lowered his eyes and didn't care about what was going to happen next, even if it had something to do with his life experience.

With delicate makeup on Mother Qiao's face, she looked calm, but the distorted handbag and the eyes that drifted over from time to time still revealed her inner tension.

She quietly poked Father Qiao next to her,

"Is this really possible?"

"rest assured."

Father Qiao patted her hand to comfort her, then turned his attention to the boy with his hands in his pockets,

"We're just guessing, and you can check with me in a while,"

It just so happened that the assistant came over with the list of items to be checked, and handed it to Father Qiao respectfully.

"Sir, here are all the items that need to be checked."

"Ah."

Father Qiao just lowered his head and glanced slightly, then signaled Wen Heng to follow him,

"Let's go."

"I said," the taciturn boy along the way rarely opened his mouth, "Why should I follow you to check without thinking?"

"Just doing a paternity test, I can still harm you!"

Wen Heng didn't move, and showed with practical actions that he wouldn't be obedient to check if he didn't show himself the list.

There were patients coming and going outside the door, it was not good for Father Qiao to lose his temper with him here, so he could only patiently hand over the list.

How shameless!

Wen Heng looked down one by one, and finally sneered and threw the list back to Qiao's father. The white A4 papers were scattered, one by one, falling to the ground.

"Are you taking me for a fool?"

Wen Heng spoke expressionlessly, his voice was extremely calm mixed with some imperceptible tremors,

"It's just a paternity test, so many items need to be checked? Blood routine, blood biochemistry, electrocardiogram, ultrasound, and even syphilis, HIV, what, your door is so clean, you need a comprehensive inspection to enter?"

"..." Probably because he had been in a high position for a long time, no one dared to contradict him like this. Father Qiao was stunned for a moment before suppressing his anger and opening his mouth,

"If you want to check it, you can check it, but it's good for you to have a physical examination by the way!"

"Heh—" Wen Heng straightened up, "Is it for my own good? Or for that woman's good?"

In a word, the originally upright couple on the opposite side froze in place as if discouraged,

"How did you know?

Wen Heng didn't care, because of the plot, he pulled out a few hairs from his head, his shallow eyes were as cold as ice,

"This paternity test, whether you like it or not."

As he said that, he opened his palms and let the hair in his hands fall to the ground, which looked particularly abrupt on the clean ground.