The benefactor is always forcing me to study

Cen Zhi looked at the man at the door in shock: "You?"

Wen Qiang is the real traveler.

Since the last visit to the class, he has been on a business trip to other places to discuss business cooperation. He only knew that Cen Zhi had such a role in the discussion on Weibo. When he saw the young boy curled up like a stray cat in the photo, Wen Qiang felt a little anxious for a moment.

Mr. Wen became anxious, and immediately maximized his work efficiency, finalized the cooperation in the shortest time, rushed back day and night, and went straight to the crew.

Cen Zhi pointed to Wen Qiang's eyes: "Are you okay? There are a lot of red blood in your eyes."

Wen Qiang smiled helplessly: "If you know, don't let me in."

The man's voice was also low and hoarse, Cen Zhi obediently stepped aside to let Wen Qiang in, neither of them noticed the slight light flashing outside.

Wen Qiang poured himself a glass of water and moistened his throat. He sat on the sofa and patted the position beside him, and asked Cen Zhi to come over: "Let me see, are you okay with your injuries?"

Cen Zhi shook his head, he came back and changed into a slightly looser pajamas, which was supported by his shoulders loosely, Wen Qiang lifted the hem of the clothes, and suddenly frowned.

On the young man's thin back, there were criss-crossed bruises and purple marks, like blemishes on a perfect jade object, Wen Qiang's voice became cold: "Is this all right?"

Cen Zhi was taken aback, and innocently turned his head to look at Wen Qiang: "It's really all right, it doesn't hurt like before, it just looks more serious."

Wen Qiang kept a straight face, feeling really helpless against the young boy's coquettishness: "Have you applied the medicine yet?"

Cen Zhi muttered softly: "Not yet..."

Wen Qiang: "Bring it, I'll help you."

Wen Qiang got up and asked Cen Zhi to lift up his clothes and lay down on the sofa. The temperature in the warm-colored room was suitable, and the brown sofa made the boy look even fairer. The bruises and purple scars in the orange light eerily revealed a bit of abusiveness. Feeling beautiful, Wen Qiang knelt on one knee beside the sofa, squeezed out milky white ointment and gently applied it on the young man's slender waist.

Cen Zhi froze.

Wen Qiang noticed it, and immediately stopped smearing: "Why? Pain?"

The little boy looked back, his eyes were watery: "No, it's a little itchy."

"..." Wen Qiang was speechless: "Endure it."

The ointment carried a faint fragrance, floating in the warm air. At first, Cen Zhi tensed up, not used to Wen Qiang's touch, and then he gradually relaxed. He rested his hand on his chin and closed it unconsciously. eyes.

When Wen Qiang finished wiping, Cen Zhi had already fallen asleep.

The man sighed, put the ointment away, and picked Cen Zhi up tiptoe. The young boy frowned, as if he was disturbed, Wen Qiang patted him reassuringly, coaxing him to continue to sleep, and put the The person is put on the bed.

Wen Qiang helped Cen Zhi cover the quilt, lowered the lights in the guest room, and was about to leave when the phone vibrated, Wen Qiang quickly picked it up: "Hello?"

On the opposite side was Wen Hui's drunken voice: "Wen Qiang, are you back?"

Wen Qiang lowered his voice: "Are you drinking again?"

Wen Hui: "I'm in Dingshi, I'm not going back tonight, and you don't go back either, today is the anniversary of my parents' relationship, I was kicked out—" Wen Hui hiccupped, "Go to the little one Flag's apartment, bye."

Wen Qiang: "..."

Wen Qiang thought to himself, people are here, why should I go to the apartment?

The dignified president has fallen to the point where he has nowhere to go, Wen Qiang has nothing to say, he is too lazy to leave, he turns his head to the bathroom to take a shower, puts on a bathrobe, and sends a message to Yu Ming asking him to come tomorrow Picking up people from the hotel took up half of Cen Zhi's bed.

The little boy who had huddled into a ball and hugged the quilt seemed to have sensed something, and slid over unconsciously, like a little wild cat found a comfortable dwelling, adjusted his sleeping position, and continued to sleep soundly while holding the man's arm.

In the early morning of the next day, when the alarm clock rang, it was slightly brighter. Wen Qiang woke up first, turned off the alarm with his backhand, patted the back of the young boy who was disturbed, and softly comforted him: "Sleep a little longer."

The little boy grunted and rubbed against his chest, but didn't wake up.

As a result, the two overslept together, and Cen Zhi was awakened by the banging on the door, accompanied by Wei He's shout: "Xiao Cen! Get up quickly! It's time to film!"

Cen Zhi sat up abruptly, subconsciously responded loudly: "Immediately——"

Turning around, he saw Wen Qiang, who was bare-breasted, and his voice broke out in shock: "Why are you on my bed?!"

Wei He outside the door: "...???"

Wen Qiang: "..."

Wen Qiang rubbed his hair: "Yesterday was too late, so I didn't leave." The man looked full of hormones just after waking up, and Cen Zhi's eyes wandered, his face blushed suddenly, and he stammered, "You don't have any clothes on yet!"

Wen Qiang looked at him helplessly: "Aren't you going to wash up? You're going to be late."

Cen Zhi came to his senses immediately, and hurried to the bathroom, not forgetting to ask Wen Qiang: "Did you turn off my alarm?"

Wen Qiang: "I want you to sleep a little longer."

Cen Zhi: "It's all your fault!!!"

The morning of chicken flying and dog jumping can be regarded as a different kind of energy. Cen Zhi washed and changed clothes as quickly as possible and rushed out of the door, and met Wei He outside the door. Wei He also saw the clothes in the room. Bathrobes... Wen Qiang is not so strict.

Wei He looked confused: "???"

who I am?where am iwhat did i see

Cen Zhi had already reached the elevator door, Wei He was still there, Cen Zhi shouted: "Brother Wei!"

Numerous mosaic images gushed out of Wei He's mind. There were only the two of them in the elevator. It took Wei He a long time to ask Cen Zhi cautiously: "You and Mr. Wen?"

The little boy was furious: "I overslept because he turned off my alarm clock!"

Wei He's expression twisted, and he laughed dryly: "Hehe, Mr. Wen is also... thinking of you."

It's fine to work during the day, but at night... Boss Wen is really a beast.

Wei He looked at Cen Zhi lovingly.

Cen Zhi's hair was stared at by Wei He: Why is Brother Wei so weird today?

Wen Qiang was equal to Ming at the hotel. When Secretary Yu came over, he brought him a suit of clothes. Before leaving, Wen Qiang thought about it and asked the hotel waiter to prepare a breakfast for Cen Zhi. He generously paid the service fee and left. up.

No one noticed that the door of Su Zang's guest room was quietly opened and closed several times.

Cen Zhi rushed to filming without having breakfast. Fortunately, his scenes were all lying on the hospital bed and "drinking medicine" without exhausting his energy.

When he was resting, he was about to ask Wei He to help him buy some breakfast, when he saw the hotel waiter walking over with a bag: "Mr. Cen, this is the breakfast that Mr. Wen ordered for you."

Cen Zhi froze for a moment, opened the lunch box and found a bowl of porridge and a few salty steamed buns, he thanked the waiter, and reluctantly forgave Wen Qiang while eating.

And Wei He next to him looked at the porridge with little water in the soup and sighed deeply.

What a miserable baby.