The benefactor is always forcing me to study

Wen Qiang just felt ridiculous for a while.

The level of absurdity was about the same as that of Cen Zhi kissing him forcefully before.

Wen Qiang stopped swiping the room card and had to ask a meaningless question: "What?"

There is no special expression on Ling Zheng's beautiful face, and his feelings for Cen Zhi can't be seen at all, but Ling Zheng never jokes. This person has been more serious than others since he was a child. Ling Zheng said: "Little Cen has no father. There is no mother, and the only person close to you is you, so I tell you, I hope you can—"

Before Ling Zheng finished speaking, Wen Qiang rushed over and pressed him against the wall, his shoulder hurting from the knock.

Wen Qiang's face was full of anger, and he growled, "He's only 17 years old!"

Ling Zheng was slightly startled, obviously not expecting Wen Qiang's sudden anger, Ling Zheng was silent for a moment: "I didn't force him, I just told him that I like him, I can wait for him to grow up, or I can wait for him to like me. "

"Impossible!" Wen Qiang blurted out, and calmed down a little when he met Ling Zheng's puzzled eyes. He let Ling Zheng go, irritated like a mess, and said, "I don't agree."

Ling Zheng: "...I don't need your consent."

Wen Qiang looked at Ling Zheng, and Ling Zheng looked calm: "I just told you about this, because of your relationship with Cen Zhi, your relationship with me, it is destined that this matter cannot be hidden from you, of course it is best for you to support me, no It doesn't matter if you support it." Ling Zheng thought for a while, and added: "Besides, you have no position to comment."

Wen Qiang almost laughed angrily: "I have no position? Do you know that Cen Zhi..."

In the middle of speaking, Wen Qiang suddenly froze.

The man thought, what am I doing?Tell Ling Zheng and Cen Zhi that he likes him?Then what?

Ling Zheng was at a loss: "What's wrong with Cen Zhi?"

Wen Qiang was in a state of shock, he took a step back, looked at Ling Zheng vigilantly like a beast whose territory had been invaded, and took a while to remove the spikes all over his body and said, "It's nothing."

Ling Zheng felt that Wen Qiang was a bit strange. It was rare for a friend to lose his composure like this. It can be seen that Cen Zhi was indeed different in his heart, but Ling Zheng was not a person who gave up lightly. He told Wen Qiang not to ask for help, but to Mostly because of Cen Zhi's current status as an artist.

But Wen Qiang's current state is obviously not suitable for further conversations, so Ling Zheng didn't say much, and said to Wen Qiang before returning to the room: "I have already confessed to Xiao Cen."

Wen Qiang: "?!!!"

On the other side of the hospital, Cen Zhi hadn't fallen asleep, but Wei He, who was accompanying the bed behind the curtain, was soundly asleep. The cold moonlight in the autumn night fainted a little, Cen Zhi looked at the ceiling, his mind was full of smells. Clang.

Jin Qiong said that Wen Qiang came here when he learned that he was sick, and he must have cared about him in his heart. Cen Zhi is not sure what Wen Qiang means now. He will come here in a hurry because he is worried, but he doesn't want to meet and leave quietly. Cen Zhi Knowing that from the day he revealed his heart, there are only two paths left for him and Wen Qiang.

Either he can make Wen Qiang accept him, or he will never see him again. He is just an ordinary Yingrong entertainer, and Wen Qiang is a simple superior-subordinate relationship.

Cen Zhi was upset, he stuffed himself under the quilt to cover for a while, when he was about to expose his head to take a breath, he suddenly heard the door open.

Cen Zhi thought it was a doctor or nurse who came to make rounds, but when he lifted the quilt, he met Wen Qiang's eyes straight.

Cen Zhi: "..."

Wen Qiang: "..."

Wen Qiang was also tossing and turning in the hotel and couldn't sleep. Ling Zheng's last words made him completely uneasy. He remembered what he said when he pushed Cen Zhi away - "You will meet more and better people", as if it was confirming Ling Zheng Like, what if Cen Zhi accepts Ling Zheng?

He got up and wanted to ask Cen Zhi, but when he arrived at the hospital, he realized that Cen Zhi might have fallen asleep, but he didn't expect to bump into Cen Zhi directly.

The air in the ward was a bit stagnant, and in the silence, Cen Zhi asked sullenly, "Why are you here?"

Wen Qiang stood there for a while, then walked slowly to Cen Zhi's bed, looked down at the young boy and asked, "Why haven't you slept yet?"

Cen Zhi said: "I miss you, I can't sleep."

Wen Qiang choked for a moment: "..."

Wen Qiang sometimes wonders when Cen Zhi became so straightforward, never concealing his thoughts, bold to the point of arrogance, and made Wen Qiang hard to resist several times.

Cen Zhi seemed to see Wen Qiang's speechlessness and embarrassment, his eyes curved beautifully, cunning like a little fox, Cen Zhi simply preemptively said: "You came here because you were worried about me, right?"

Wen Qiang said with a straight face: "It's normal to be afraid of accidents to the artistes of the company."

There was a clear smile in Cen Zhi's eyes: "I just have a fever, not the previous burn."

Wen Qiang frowned, hiding in the darkness, Cen Zhi didn't find it, the young boy was rather smug, his tail was going up to the sky, Wen Qiang admitted that he couldn't say anything about Cen Zhi in this regard, because he was at a loss, Cen Zhi was like a needle hanging on his heart, even a light touch would make him feel like an enemy.

Wen Qiang skipped this embarrassing topic: "How does Ling Zheng treat you?"

Cen Zhi didn't know why the topic jumped here, thinking of Ling Zheng's confession, Cen Zhi suddenly became a little nervous, with an inexplicable feeling of being raped, the young boy said tensely: "It's good, Teacher Ling helped me get acquainted with the school, and helped me I found a lot of information books."

Wen Qiang thought blankly, if he had known what Ling Zheng was thinking, he would not have let Ling Zheng take care of Cen Zhi!

Cen Zhi looked at Wen Qiang's face, and asked nervously, "What's wrong?"

But no one can be blamed for this matter, Wen Qiang sighed in his heart: "He likes you, do you know?"

Cen Zhi opened his eyes wide in horror, and raised his voice: "How do you know? I didn't promise him! Don't think too much!"

The little boy almost jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on. He reacted so loudly that Wen Qiang hesitated, and Wen Qiang asked obsessively, "Why? Is Ling Zheng not good?"

Cen Zhi frowned, and said angrily: "Why, I like you! Is it normal for me to like you and not like others!"

Wen Qiang stared at Cen Zhi in a daze. The 17-year-old boy was wearing a blue and white hospital gown. He was thin and tall. There was a blush on his fair and handsome face, and a blush at the end of his eyes. A familiar emotion, a sign of every time the little boy got angry at him.

Cen Zhi seemed to have sensed something from Wen Qiang's behavior, so he pulled out a pillow and threw it on Wen Qiang's body: "Go away! I don't want to see you now!"

Wen Qiang caught the pillow, a little at a loss, Cen Zhi stared at him with wet eyes: "Wen Qiang, if you don't believe that I like you, you use Teacher Ling to test me."

A tear fell from the corner of the young boy's eyes, Wen Qiang's heart shook, and just as he was about to say something, Cen Zhi scolded him mercilessly: "A dog is more like a human than you! Get out!"