Everyone thinks I have a crush on Boss

Zheng Xingzhou sat up and thought for a while with his chin resting. The blind self-confidence that was ready to move has not appeared for a long time, or it has subtly become a part of his thinking?

His gaze wandered around the room, the fluorescence appeared naturally, and now the process of slowly disappearing is also very natural, as if it was just to eliminate the trouble of his blindness.

He thought for a long time, and finally gave up.

He sensed that there was some deeper meaning behind it, but...

Just like everyone knows him, he is just an ordinary person with a petty bourgeois mentality.

If something happens and it's not bad, let it be.

If he really encountered a problem that he couldn't solve, he also knew what he should do.

Give the problem to someone who can fix it, and wait.

He doesn't pursue status, he doesn't pursue things that he can't grasp, he builds a fortress in his own safe zone, and then hides behind and carefully observes the whole world.

He is weak and ordinary, and no one will take a second look at him in the vast crowd.

Only the online world can allow him to find some sense of existence. He likes the cheers and praise after each victory, which makes him feel that at a certain moment, he is extraordinary.

After he crossed over, he was thrown into an unfamiliar environment, facing a terrible survival crisis, trembling, cautious, and breathing in front of Zhong Yucheng.

But in the end his safe zone was broken and his fortress disappeared. He could only step out of the familiar place and build a new fortress in the strange world.

Inevitably, due to other people's perception of the original body, he had to learn to change.

He is ordinary, but the original body is extraordinary. The original body's extraordinaryness stems from his pursuit of Zhong Yucheng, committing crimes above and below, pursuing desperately, even the second before his death, his soul is still shining brightly .

A person who can persist in what he pursues until death is dazzling enough to make Zheng Xingzhou feel ashamed.

Zheng Xingzhou sighed, fell back on the bed, and wrapped the quilt tightly.

Why him?

The original body was about to realize his long-cherished wish, so why did he die?

Zheng Xingzhou had never thought about this question before today.

The original body was with Zhong Yucheng at the time, which meant it was absolutely safe, unless he was poisoned before returning to his life, otherwise his death should not have happened.

Thinking hard.

Zheng Xingzhou interrupted his train of thought, but he couldn't help but think of the last mission before the original body returned to his life, to solve the plight of Ye Xiuyuan's partner.

This task was not difficult. The original body greeted the few nobles who put pressure on it, and helped Ye Xiuyuan's contacts reorganize the people in the company, and finally confirmed with Ye Xiuyuan that the matter had been resolved.He just came back.

The last person he saw before returning was Ye Xiuyuan.

Wrapped in the quilt, Zheng Xingzhou moved down and tucked himself into the quilt, making sure that no part was exposed outside the quilt.

Ye Xiuyuan's resume is also very simple. As a commoner, because of Zhong Yucheng's respect, he was able to enter the most famous aristocratic school on planet S1 that Zhong Yucheng was studying at that time with the support of Zhong Yucheng.

His net worth and background are completely clean, apart from Zhongyu City, there is not even a place worth remembering.

Could he be the murderer of the original body's death?

If it happened after the bed-climbing incident, maybe the other party still had a motive for killing, but the original body only got what he wanted when he returned to his life.

Zheng Xingzhou didn't think about it anymore, this matter was complicated and confusing, and Yuanchen didn't leave a single word about his sudden death, he even had the leisure to leave Zheng Xingzhou in shackles, but he didn't have the slightest feeling about his own death.

Why didn't the original body mention this matter?

Is it because time is really too late or because he has no complaints against the murderer?Or because his death was not caused by others?

Zheng Xingzhou refused to think about it by himself, but couldn't help but push it down, and came up with a more terrifying conclusion.

Could Zhong Yucheng be the murderer of his death?

Thinking of this, his hands and feet were instantly cold. Fortunately, the next second, he remembered the two conditions of the original body, and silently ruled out Zhong Yucheng's suspicion.

This... Could it be that the original body died of natural causes?

Zheng Xingzhou blinked slowly, but he forgot the panic of the moment just now, and felt that the matter miraculously went from the strange murder case to the Science and Education Channel.

Why did the man die suddenly and strangely?Was it homicide or suicide?Why did the deceased say nothing about his cause of death?Is there another reason or forced helplessness?Welcome to the next issue of Approaching Science: Through the Clouds.

This familiar feeling is not only not scary, but even a little joyful.

"I received a message," Xingka said mechanically, "Ye Xiuyuan sent a message, the content is as follows: You are right, I should be brave enough to pursue him."

Zheng Xingzhou was taken aback for a moment before he remembered his previous reply. Is this after thinking for a long time and finally made up his mind?

Subconsciously, Zheng Xingzhou wanted to encourage him again, but remembering his previous speculation, he paused and changed it to a test: "Do you have a plan?"

The other party paused for a long time before sending a new message: I want to talk to someone he likes...

Zheng Xingzhou was shocked. Could this be what the other party was implying?

That must be hinting at me!

He poked his head out from under the quilt, with messy hair lying on his head, he subconsciously scratched his hair, straightened his back, and pretended to be serious.

However, after the other party said such a sentence, he didn't say anything more. Instead, Zheng Xingzhou sat upright at the beginning, then slowly collapsed his body, and then leaned against the pillow, the expectation on his face disappeared little by little.

If the enemy doesn't move, he simply sends Ye Xiuyuan a text message: Do you want to persuade him to give up?

Ye Xiuyuan: Do you care?

Zheng Xingzhou was slightly taken aback, and the other party quickly sent the next message: Then why didn't you ask me, who is the person I like?

There is no need to guess?A smile appeared on Zheng Xingzhou's face, and in the next second, he remembered the persona of the other party's suspected love brain, which might really be...

He quickly sent a message: Who is the person you like?

Ye Xiuyuan hadn't replied yet, but there was a knock on the door, and Steward Qi urged him softly from outside: "Mr. Zheng, are you up yet?"

Zheng Xingzhou glanced at the door, and subconsciously replied: I have something to do, let's talk next time.

He raised his voice to let him in.

After the housekeeper entered the door, he scanned the surrounding area first, brought the messy room into his sight, and then looked at Zheng Xingzhou. His hair was messed up, and his pajamas were wrinkled.

Steward Qi was already used to it, he bypassed the messy obstacles, helped Zheng Xingzhou up, helped him dress and said, "The Patriarch has a small party tonight, do you want to attend?"

Zheng Xingzhou spread his hands and let him take care of his clothes slowly. After thinking about it, he remembered which small party he was talking about.

It is a small gathering, rather it is a political exchange with the support of the Zhong family. The participants are generally people in the political or financial circles who serve the Zhong family, such as Han Yi. With the support of the Zhong family, in the The chaos in the political arena is booming, and it has won the hearts of the people.

The purpose of this gathering is to allow them to communicate with each other and facilitate future cooperation.

Zheng Xingzhou's previous status was that he was a servant who stayed by the owner's side, so he was also fortunate to participate in this small gathering as an organizer. But at that time, he was focused on whether there were any mistakes in the party, and he was not interested in the people and atmosphere of the party. .

Zheng Xingzhou hesitated for a while, but Steward Qi got down on one knee, put on his shoes for him, then took a step back, and said respectfully, "Since the Patriarch asked you to go, I definitely don't mind your participation."

Zheng Xingzhou nodded slightly, and his thoughts changed suddenly before he understood what the butler meant.

Zhong Yucheng has always disliked others crossing the line. Subordinates are subordinates, and lovers are lovers. Although he has never had a lover before, he has never let Ye Xiuyuan participate in serious affairs. Many people even only know his name and don't know his appearance. .

This is probably the reason why he rejected Zheng Xingzhou again and again. Zheng Xingzhou was originally his subordinate. Once his identity changed, there were many things that would be hard to define.

But now he actually took the initiative to invite Zheng Xingzhou to this small party?

The normal conclusion should be that he dotes on Zheng Xingzhou so much that the boundaries of identity are blurred.

But Zheng Xingzhou, who hadn't seen Zhong Yucheng for nearly ten days, felt that Zhong Yucheng would not become a love brain all of a sudden. Zheng Xingzhou, who couldn't figure out what Zhong Yucheng was thinking, asked subconsciously: "Mr. is back?"

Butler Qi shook his head. Seeing that Zheng Xingzhou lowered his eyes, as if full of anticipation and frustration, he considered his sentence again and said, "Perhaps the Patriarch is busy..." He smiled, and changed his tone: "Tonight, the Patriarch will make an appointment." will appear."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but joked: "Maybe the Patriarch just wants to see you."

Zheng Xingzhou didn't respond, so Steward Qi took him for acquiescence and led him to do the styling.

It took a long time as usual, but this time the stylist didn't dress him up as a minor, with a slim suit, dark colors, and hairspray all over his head.

Big back, dark suit, leather shoes.

Zheng Xingzhou's expressionless appearance is very similar to that of a security guard, the kind of security guard who is especially valued by the nobles.

But when he buttoned his cuffs, put on a bracelet, and then wore that visual aid that looked like the latest high-tech, he changed again and became a little unfriendly.

The end of the thin chain of the visual aid is buckled on the ear bones, and the excess part naturally hangs down on his shoulders, like tassels, adding a touch of color to him.

People subconsciously ignore the function of the visual aid and regard it as an ornament.

Zheng Xingzhou couldn't see his own attire, he only knew that the stylist had tossed and tossed for a long time, and finally muttered: "I have a bad foundation, there is nothing I can do."

If he hadn't wanted to maintain his personality and not be violent, the stylist would have been lying on the ground long ago.

Zheng Xingzhou felt that the original body was much better looking than him, but this was still not enough in the other party's mouth. Could it be that their requirements for good looks were the same as Chang Han Yi's?

Zheng Xingzhou was in a bad mood, and the air pressure dropped a little. He didn't realize that the stylist who dared to mutter just now had already shut up and walked away.

He raised his head slightly, this suit that was difficult to get along with didn't suppress his aura, as if there was no mountain peak in front of him, and he stepped on a road that reached the sky.

The male servants who thought they were dressed like security guards all lowered their heads in awe.

He walked ahead alone, his steps were firm, and his ordinary attire set off the aura of a boss.

But Zheng Xingzhou himself didn't notice it at all. He was upset at the moment and didn't have the mood to talk to others. His eyes with the visual aids closed naturally, and in the dark field of vision, they suddenly lit up, outlining the whole picture of the surrounding area.