Everyone thinks I have a crush on Boss

The second-floor landing fell into a kind of real silence.

Jiayi didn't mean that Zheng Xingzhou couldn't make such a request, but he wondered if Zheng Xingzhou knew that making such a request was disrespectful to the Patriarch?

Of course, the first statute of Covenant law states that all men are equal under the light of the Pan-Human Alliance.

But like the transcendent status of nobility, class is everywhere.

Even more entrenched in the Covenant.

Commoners have no access to the circle of nobles, and nobles have no access to the circle of great nobles.

And the big nobles can't get in touch with Zhong Yu City.

And now, someone, in front of Zhong Yucheng, said to him, you have to respect me?

Jiayi swallowed the cold breath in his throat, not daring to guess how the Patriarch is feeling at the moment.

Han Yi, who was the first to mention this matter, has become an outsider. Looking at Zheng Xingzhou who said the shocking words, he wanted to expose the other party's true colors as before, but now he couldn't help but feel a little worried.

He didn't think the boss would vent his anger. He even suspected that the boss didn't have the ability to vent his anger at all. The boss divided everything into clean lines. Everyone's mistakes were wrong, and right was right.

Often people will subconsciously forget his age, and bow down to the boss wholeheartedly.

But the dignity of a nobleman cannot be desecrated, who knows how he will react to such an impolite request?

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The words have been exported, and the wind suddenly rises.

Zheng Xingzhou wasn't worried about the consequences, he just died, so why worry?

He even straightened his back and looked at Zhong Yucheng who was frowning slightly.

After Zhong Yucheng's initial surprise, the anger of being offended inevitably arose. Who did he think he was?

But just like Han Yi's trust in him, he never vented his anger. He suppressed the slowly boiling anger, and a rare fake smile appeared on his face: "You mean, I don't respect you enough?"

Looking at this standard smirk, Zheng Xingzhou even suspected that the first lesson the nobles took was how to smirk.Otherwise, how can everyone's fake smiles be exactly the same?Even the arc is exactly the same?

Not only did Zheng Xingzhou not flinch in front of him, he even admired his smirk, and said without fear when he said, "Yes, sir."

Zhong Yucheng calmed down a little bit, and his anger was still not relieved, but now he had the leisure to wonder where he had the courage to say these words: "I thought..."

Zheng Xingzhou interrupted him very readily, and successfully saw Zhong Yucheng's already high-spirited momentum doubled again, as if a huge wave was rising high, ready to be photographed at any time.

"Sir, you call me over like you are calling for a pet." He made that waving gesture, and said without fear: "I don't like it, I think it makes me very uncomfortable."

The huge wave swept slightly, as if it was about to be photographed in the next second, and the downward trend was stopped abruptly.

Zhong Yucheng was taken aback for a moment, and following Zheng Xingzhou's waving motion, his eyes fell on Zheng Xingzhou's hand. His nails were split open, revealing the tender flesh and dried blood underneath.

The action Zheng Xingzhou made should have learned from Zhong Yucheng's action.

But since everyone knows that this action is done in the majestic and graceful Zhongyu City, it does not violate harmony at all, and it is even a bit gorgeous.

But Zheng Xingzhou's words...

He is dressed very maturely today, with hairspray on his head, but after this long night, a few mischievous strands of hair have already escaped from the hairspray, standing proudly aside, ruining all his mature aura. .

He made a gesture of waving, and put his hands in front of him. He didn't know what illusion he had for himself, so he waved lightly with his palms down beside his tense face.

It doesn't seem to let the other party come over, but it seems to be selling a cuteness.

Shengsheng let Zhong Yucheng's almost irrepressible anger stagnate, as if a small burning flame met a pot of cold water, it was completely extinguished, and a wisp of green smoke rose up, indicating that it had been here before. trace.

Sure enough, he was still a little squeamish, Zhong Yucheng lost his anger, and when he looked at Zheng Xingzhou again, he felt that his tense face was due to worry, his straight back was a strong support, and his frankness without fear was proof of his frankness.

Look at him, there is still blood on his hands, he doesn't act like a baby with him at all, he knows the general situation!

Fortunately, Jia Yi didn't know Zhong Yucheng's mental activities, otherwise he would have to ask a doctor from the reinforcement platoon to see what's wrong with the Patriarch's eyes.

Zheng Xingzhou was extremely keen to discover that Zhong Yucheng's aura suddenly became gentle, and even the other party looked at him with a bit of appreciation...?

Zheng Xingzhou couldn't help feeling a little complicated.

Is this the correct way to attack Zhongyu City?

His eyes turned around in a circle, and he landed on the wine glass on the round table. Could this be the legendary strategy of the domineering president?

Wouldn't it be possible to impress him by pouring wine on his face?

Romance novels are so terrifying!

Zhong Yucheng glanced at Jia Yi.

Jia Yi didn't receive the subtext in Zhong Yucheng's eyes, so he couldn't help looking back at him in doubt.

Zhong Yucheng opened his mouth and said, "Spray."

A subconsciously took a breath and said: "Although Mr. Zheng offended you, the crime is not worthy of death."

???

What is going on in Jia Yi's mind every day?

Zhong Yucheng strengthened his tone and said: "Therapeutic spray." As he spoke, he glanced at Jia Yi lightly.

Since Zheng Xingzhou came to power, Jia Yi, who had stumbled many times, was excited and hurriedly handed the spray to Zhong Yucheng, only to feel that the eyes just now were full of the dissatisfaction of the Patriarch.

Who would have thought that it was a treatment spray?He thought this was going to destroy Zheng Xingzhou's humanity...

It's over, seeing Zhong Yucheng stand up and walk in front of Zheng Xingzhou, A feels that the day when he changes his name is not far away.

Patriarch?Not only was he not angry, but the first reaction was to treat him first?

As soon as Jia looked at Zheng Xingzhou's eyes, there was a sense of looking up from the mountains.

A real master, if he doesn't make a move, he will do it. Once he makes a move, it is a foregone conclusion!

Who would dare to talk about the rumor that Zheng Xingzhou was replaced in front of the Patriarch?

Seeing the behavior of the Patriarch, Han Yi's unwarranted guess has been defeated in one fell swoop.

If the other party is someone with ulterior motives, how could the Patriarch love him so much?

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Zheng Xingzhou watched helplessly as Zhong Yucheng stood up and walked to him, took the spray and sprayed it on his split nails, then reached out to take the bandage that Jiayi handed over at the right time, and tied a fancy bow.

The other party lowered his head and patiently bandaged him, as if there was a holy light behind him. His eyelashes were long and slightly upturned, scratching Zheng Xingzhou's heart one by one, making him unable to look away from Zhong Yucheng who was suddenly highlighted. Move away.

The filter that appeared suddenly before appeared again, and Zheng Xingzhou felt his heart beating violently again. The scenery in his eyes was only Yu Zhongyucheng, so he could see the light.

It's nice to see the glow, the lights behind it that shine like follow-spots.

His fingers were bandaged unhurriedly, the natural jade color was glowing, and the roots of his fingers were distinct, as if he was not dressing bandages, but performing an art.

His eyelashes, his chin, the bridge of his nose...

Zheng Xingzhou looked greedily at every part of Zhongyu City. This fatal attraction was like a kind of ultimate enjoyment and appreciation.

He couldn't raise the slightest bit of resistance, he just wanted to indulge in the beautiful scenery.

Zhong Yucheng tied the fancy bow in twos and twos before looking up at Zheng Xingzhou.

Zheng Xingzhou's eyes are so existential, as if an extremely hungry traveler in the desert saw water, as if food appeared on the dry land.

Desire, pursuit, appreciation, yearning, like.

All the best feelings, all the darkest feelings, spring up in his eyes.

Zhong Yucheng was not in a hurry to look at his expression, he especially remembered Zheng Xingzhou's embarrassment after he realized it, he was so restrained that he could hide this feeling deeply, why did he destroy it?

He had glimpsed that expression once in the study.

It seemed to burn his soul and light up his eyes.

When Zhong Yucheng looked up at him, their eyes met for a moment.

Zheng Xingzhou lowered his head almost in a panic, avoiding his eyes.

Zhong Yucheng smiled slightly, he saw what he wanted to see, his heart was filled with satisfaction, and he was overflowing with it.

It made him look at Zheng Xingzhou who was flustered and averted his eyes almost dotingly.

Zheng Xingzhou is in a panic now, so panicked that his mind has collapsed.

This filter appeared once before, and at that time, he suddenly regained his sight.

Now, when he was confidently accusing Zhong Yucheng, when he was mentally prepared to confess everything, this strange filter appeared again, and then stirred up the atmosphere strangely.

The second he and Zhong Yucheng looked at each other, the filter suddenly faded away, and he was almost about to show disgust in just a second.

But anyway, he still has reason, so he avoided his eyes dangerously.

Even if he died, he couldn't die because of showing disgust in his eyes. Zheng Xingzhou couldn't accept this kind of death.

It's not that he is overdoing it, it's that the filter, with or without, the difference is really big.

Zhong Yucheng, who was so big without a filter, was instantly set off by himself with a filter, turning into dust.

He is big enough to have a filter, and even far surpasses Han Yi's beauty, easily bewitching Zheng Xingzhou's gaze and heartbeat.

Wearing this filter, it's no wonder Yuanshang likes him so much.

That feeling that you are the sky, that you are the light, that you are the only miracle in the world, is addictive.

For a moment, Han Yi felt that he saw the original Zheng Xingzhou, that look, that expression, all showed that he loved the person before him.

But doubts soon came to his mind, he didn't feel that he was wrong before, and naturally he didn't feel that he was wrong now.

But one of these two opposite manifestations must be problematic.

Otherwise, why can Zheng Xingzhou love Zhong Yucheng while carefully pushing Zhong Yucheng away from him?

There is a problem here!

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Zhong Yucheng looked at Zheng Xingzhou's lowered head, couldn't help sighing, bent down, and whispered in his ear, "Are you shy again?"

Zheng Xingzhou moved his ears and wished he could bury his head in the soil.

Zhong Yucheng laughed, and there was a bit of tenderness in his lowered voice: "Okay, let's not talk about this. Didn't you say that I don't respect you?"

He bent down and kissed the side of his face: "There will be no next time."

It was almost a tactful apology from him.

He is not saying strongly that there will be no next time for such a thing, but that there will be no next time for this disrespectful behavior.

Even Zheng Xingzhou, who has a firm heart, couldn't help but feel a little flattered.

His face softened, and the other party left quickly.

This made him turn his head and glance slightly, but he might as well meet Zhong Yucheng's smiling eyes.

With a swish, he turned his head back, as if he would never lift it up.

Shy and coquettish, no wonder Han Yi said he had changed.

This thought floated through Zhong Yucheng's mind, and in the next second, he reached out to take the handkerchief, and told A: "Next time, don't ask the makeup artist to put on heavy makeup."