Everyone thinks I have a crush on Boss

Complex emotions spread in Zhong Yucheng's heart, slightly sour and bitter, sweeping with subtle sweetness, rushing through every part of his body.

Although he knows that Little White Rabbit likes him very much, but with another personality, he still likes him so much.

This inevitably made him guess again how deep the other party's love for him was, that it was reflected in his reaction like this, moving forward bravely, looking at him with unknowing joy and desire in his eyes.

Zheng Xingzhou was too free and easy, but it made him feel an emotion that was hard to ignore.

Am I being too... cruel to him?This idea suddenly appeared in Zhong Yucheng's mind.

He looked down at the grinning Zheng Xingzhou, who was reaching out to try to break Zhong Yucheng's hand, to see if his mouth was injured. There was undisguised worry and concern on his face, which pushed his complicated emotions to the extreme.

He held Zheng Xingzhou's hand backhand with great strength, making him unable to break free, so he asked back, "You like me so much?"

Zheng Xingzhou nodded repeatedly, wishing to express his desire to have a football team with him, but... even if he had no brains, he knew that the other party would definitely not want to have a football team, so he swallowed the words resentfully.

His attitude was too magnanimous, without the slightest hesitation, Zhong Yucheng couldn't avoid asking that sentence: "Even if I want you to disappear?"

Zheng Xingzhou was taken aback, not understanding what he meant.

Zhong Yucheng reminded him: "Cure your illness."

Zheng Xingzhou laughed, as if he heard a joke, and comforted him, "Impossible."

Zhong Yucheng's expression turned cold just now, and he asked each word, "Impossible?"

Zheng Xingzhou seemed to realize that the other party didn't like the answer, and hurriedly changed his tone: "Maybe, maybe, little..." He almost called out the nickname he had given to the little toy in his heart, Zheng Xingzhou hurriedly changed his words: "Little... Baby, you're right."

The atmosphere at the scene became strange.

The dark guards were bitter, they were really forced, but listen, what did the other party say?

He called Patriarch, baby!

Oh my God!

The secret guard not only had teeth ache, but even felt his heart was turning upside down. How could this word have anything to do with the Patriarch?

The glance of the gaze made people tremble, and the tone was heavy, wishing to kneel down to plead guilty, and frowned, ready to think about the funeral.

Baby? ? ?

Is this the legend that Xi Shi is in the eye of the beholder?

The turbulent waves in the hearts of the hidden guards were concealed by their seemingly serious expressions.

Zhong Yucheng's thoughts were not with them at all. He was still brooding over what Zheng Xingzhou said casually before. Seeing that Zheng Xingzhou wanted to avoid this question, he asked again in a low voice: "What is impossible?"

Zheng Xingzhou scratched his head, a little confused: "Did I say it's impossible?"

Zhong Yucheng stared at him expressionlessly.

The idea of ​​changing the subject was extinguished, so he had no choice but to face the painful reality and honestly said, "You give me a kiss."

Zhong Yucheng stared at him intently, Zheng Xingzhou licked the corner of his mouth, and stared at his... lips.

Zheng Xingzhou has already floated eighteen things that need to be coded in his mind.

Zhong Yucheng didn't hesitate, after making sure that the other party wasn't joking, he leaned over and touched Zheng Xingzhou's pale lips lightly, before pulling away to leave.

However, Zheng Xingzhou caught up to his lips like a thunder from the sky, and unreasonably stuck his tongue in, prying open his teeth, sweeping, attacking, and plundering, almost killing every inch of skin he passed. After engraving his name, Zhong Yucheng was taken aback for a moment, and then he realized that he was not inferior at all.

The two of them leaned on each other, dancing lightly, and in the fierce competition, they made an ambiguous sound of water, and under the dim sky with some shimmer, opened a kiss that could be called fierce.

From scrambling for sovereignty to dancing with a little distraction, it took only a moment, but this kind of kiss that was so intense that the soul trembled seemed to be unable to breathe, and it seemed to be breathing everywhere, making people deeply addicted to it.

A waited for a while, and then waited for a while, glanced at the time, and began to feel a little worried.

This... you won't just pass out right away, right?

Fortunately, no such human tragedy happened.

But unfortunately, because he was too addicted to this kiss, Zhong Yucheng let go of his hand...

It can't be blamed on him, he is in a daze, holding such a heavy person, anyone will subconsciously let go.

This is not the end of this misfortune. After all, there are so many hidden guards around, no one will really let Zheng Xingzhou fall to the ground.

Who would miss this great opportunity to perform meritorious service in front of the Patriarch.

The real misfortune is that Zheng Xingzhou stood firm...

The scene fell silent.

Zhong Yucheng let go of the hand on Zheng Xingzhou's waist, and pulled out a thin thread between each other, which was instantly broken in the breeze.

Zheng Xingzhou's lips were red, and he didn't realize what happened, so he naturally leaned over, trying to take advantage of it.

Zhong Yucheng's gaze stayed on his leg, and he stretched out his hand to separate them.

Zheng Xingzhou followed his gaze...

The straight legs stepped on the ground powerfully, there was no problem...

Zheng Xingzhou reacted, and exaggeratedly said loudly: "Ah, it hurts."

You should add some emotion to this sentence.

Jia Yi thought so in his heart.

These narration-like emotionless words...

Who do you think can believe it?

Zhong Yu Cheng Neng, he stretched out his hand to embrace Zheng Xingzhou who was leaning against his arms in a weak state, and asked with some doubts: "Does it hurt?"

Zheng Xingzhou nodded firmly and said, "It hurts!"

Zhong Yucheng glanced at Jia Yi, Jia Yi...

Jia Yi silently brainwashed himself in his heart: I am a secret guard without emotion.

He whispered again: "The medical team will come right away."

Zhong Yucheng gave him a dissatisfied look, and his eyes could be translated as "useless".

Jiayi accepted this gaze as usual, without any disturbance in his heart.

Zhong Yucheng embraced Zheng Xingzhou, saw that he was still trying to reach out to touch him, so he simply held his restless hand, and resumed the previous topic: "Why is it impossible?"

It was only then that Zheng Xingzhou remembered the premise of this kiss, and that strange emotion appeared in his heart again, but this did not prevent him from answering the other party's question honestly: "Because, I am not sick."

He looked up at Zhong Yucheng, with pure doubts: "If I'm not sick, how can I be cured?"

Zhong Yucheng held onto the hand he was still trying to reach out to him, and his mood was actually very calm: "Your appearance means that you are sick."

Zheng Xingzhou fought wits with him, tried to go over his hand and touch his little toy, and his mouth went bald: "I'm not the first one."

First?

Zhong Yucheng stopped his hand, and Zheng Xingzhou was able to touch his face. He carefully groped for his eyes, nose, and mouth, as if he was memorizing his appearance, and completely forgot what he just said. the back of the head.

"Who's the first?" Zhong Yucheng had expected his answer, and stretched out his hand to grab back his mischievous hand.

Zheng Xingzhou was stunned for a moment, looking up at him, his expression was full of strange emotions: "The person who likes you the most."

That strange emotion rippled slowly, as if surprised, as if laughing.

Zhong Yucheng's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he narrowed his eyes, as if he was concerned: "Where did he go?"

Zheng Xingzhou withdrew his hand, rubbed against his arms, and then casually replied: "I don't know." Before Zhong Yucheng could speak, he said again: "Stop talking about that annoying guy, I don't like him .”

Zhong Yucheng persuasively said, "Isn't he you? Why don't you like him?"

Zheng Xingzhou looked at him with righteous eyes: "Because he is bad."

Zhong Yucheng raised his eyebrows, and before he could speak, Zheng Xingzhou sighed sadly: "I have a good part and a bad part, what can I do? This is all me, I can only accept him."

What he said was old-fashioned, as if he was talking about some great truth, but he didn't fool Zhong Yucheng: "So, you also know that you are not alone."

Zheng Xingzhou got a little angry: "We are all alone! Only him! Bad!" He emphasized it again, seeing Zhong Yucheng's attitude of continuing to question, he simply yelled out pain without emotion.

Zhong Yucheng reached out and rubbed the center of his brows, knowing that the other party was right, he couldn't bear to see him in pain.

As long as he thought that the little rabbit had endured this kind of pain, even if what the other party said was false, he would rather think it was true.

How painful should the little rabbit be?

He...would hurt too.

He looked at Zheng Xingzhou, Zheng Xingzhou's eyes were always frank, mixed with certainty and cunning, he didn't mean to be afraid of pain.

but……

A thought floated in Zhong Yucheng's mind, with so many injuries on his body, it must be very painful.

Zhong Yucheng turned his head and glanced at Jiayi.

A glanced at the screen, showing a relieved expression: "Patriarch, they are here."

As soon as the words fell, the airship marked with the Zhong family's family crest slowly descended from the sky.

The hidden guards dispersed naturally, protecting Zhong Yucheng and entering the airship.

Zheng Xingzhou leaned in his arms, not paying attention to what the people around him were doing, busy playing with Zhong Yucheng's hand, turning it over and over again, looking at the slender fingers, wanting to go up and lick them.

As soon as he thought about it, he sneaked a glance at Zhong Yucheng. The other party's attention was diverted a little at this time, and he was whispering something to Dr. Zhang.

And the remaining members of the medical team have already stepped forward to take over Zheng Xingzhou and give him a comprehensive physical examination.

Zheng Xingzhou realized that he was running out of time!

He lowered his head abruptly, intending to kiss Fangze.

Time seemed to freeze.

Doctor Zhang couldn't close his opened mouth like this, and looked at Zheng Xingzhou with admiration and shock in his eyes.

The feet of the other doctors who just walked over couldn't fall down.

Maintaining a ridiculous shaky movement, he looked at Zheng Xingzhou who seemed to be gnawing and kissing from afar.

The medical team fell silent.

Zheng Xingzhou was not silent, he wished to smear every corner of Zhong Yucheng's hands with his saliva, this could not even be called a kiss, but saliva crazily...

Zhong Yucheng couldn't help but sighed again, and pulled out his hand... He didn't twitch, Zheng Xingzhou pressed firmly, how could he let him escape like this.

Zhong Yucheng: "Let go, let go!"

Zheng Xingzhou bit his hand in vain, and looked at him from bottom to top, with grievances in his eyes.

Zhong Yucheng withdrew his hand and glanced at Jiayi.

Armor handed out the handkerchief knowingly and interestingly.

Zheng Xingzhou looked at this scene that seemed to be repeated countless times in his memory. For a moment, a question he wanted to ask a long time ago appeared in his mind: "Do you have a different-dimensional pocket? How can you hold so many things?"

A opened his mouth and looked at Zheng Xingzhou's expression with a bit of pride: "An excellent butler can always prepare everything the master needs."

But you still haven't answered where you put all these things...

Zheng Xingzhou wanted to ask more questions.

Zhong Yucheng wiped the saliva off his hands slowly, not wanting him to break his words: "Do you know how dirty your hands are?"

Zheng Xingzhou's attention was diverted back in an instant. He stared at Zhong Yucheng, who was moving gracefully and somewhat extravagantly, and felt that he was so good-looking even when he wiped his hands!How could he still remember what he said, only the clean hands with clear bones were left in his eyes, he swallowed...

Zhong Yucheng looked up at the medical team that was standing still.

Captured by his eyes, everyone hurried forward, put Zheng Xingzhou on the floating pad, and hurriedly got to work.

Doctor Zhang manipulated the deep brain retester and put a helmet on Zheng Xingzhou's head, blocking his persistent gaze towards Zhong Yucheng.

Not knowing whether it was the effect of the medicine or Zheng Xingzhou's lack of energy, Zheng Xingzhou finally closed his eyes slowly.

Finally, through the translucent helmet, You remember showing a small smile to Zhong Yucheng, with the usual self-satisfaction.