Everyone thinks I have a crush on Boss

Zheng Xingzhou scratched his head, put down his chopsticks, and considered that he had finished his meal.

He ate this meal absent-mindedly, all because of the last question he asked.

He is not surprised that Zhong Yucheng doubts him, this is a routine operation for Zhong Yucheng who is aloof.

Even in the original body's memory, this kind of temptation is not surprising.

He wondered, how did Zhong Yucheng like him so much, and at the same time turned his head to test him?

He didn't doubt the fact that Zhong Yucheng liked him, nor did he doubt the fact that the other party was testing him.

It's just that as an ordinary person from the 21st century, I still feel a little suffocated by this divisive operation.

What's even more amazing is that after he asked this sentence, he hasn't received any explanation from Zhongyucheng or Jiayi until now.

So, is he acquiescing?

This is what makes Zheng Xingzhou absent-minded. What is he doubting?

Zheng Xingzhou felt open and frank, and told everything.

Except that he is time-traveling.

He even personally told the other party that he was not the original body.

Although the other party came to a completely opposite conclusion afterwards.

But what did he suspect now?

Zheng Xingzhou looked at the exquisite desserts on the table absently, and recalled what Ye Xiuyuan said.

Is it the point of finding out from it, or is it the matter of his kidnapping?

Zheng Xingzhou dug a spoonful of dessert, and complained to "him" in his heart. If he wasn't curious, he would have caused so many troubles?

As soon as the dessert was in his mouth, Zheng Xingzhou froze for a moment, and put aside his irrelevant thoughts before, and focused on eating the dessert.

The sweet, smooth feeling made him narrow his eyes happily, and let everything go.

It's all going to end anyway...

There was only one thought in his mind, and nothing else.

He didn't even find this idea abrupt, as if he had always thought so.

By the time Zheng Xingzhou reluctantly finished his dessert, a long time had passed.

Jiayi finally reappeared in front of him, as if stepping in.

Zheng Xingzhou stared at him for a moment, and couldn't help asking curiously, "Why do you seem to be exercising vigorously?"

A was taken aback, Zheng Xingzhou added: "I'm sweating all over."

A glanced at the clothes he had just changed, and thought of what happened just now, almost broke out in a cold sweat because of Zheng Xingzhou's too strong observation skills.

Fortunately, facing the uncertainties of the Patriarch in the past, he has developed the ability to keep his face in front of the Taishan collapse, and changed the topic: "The Patriarch is still busy, but Han Yi has stabilized. You Do you want to rest, see the Patriarch, or see Han Yi?"

Zheng Xingzhou was taken aback for a moment. He sensed the meaning of these three options, and he asked Jiayi without any concealment: "What do you say, sir?"

A was taken aback for a moment, showing some doubts.

Zheng Xingzhou stood up. At this moment, he was not in a hurry to see Han Yi. He walked towards the door and asked leisurely, "I thought Han Yi had to make some preparations." Having said that, he turned around The head gave A a smile.

As soon as A didn't answer, Quan pretended that he didn't see his teasing smile, and only thought that Zheng Xingzhou's words meant to see Han Yi, so he sped up his feet, walked up to Zheng Xingzhou, and led him to cultivate temporarily toward Han Yi place to go.

What surprised Zheng Xingzhou was that Han Yi lived much closer than Ye Xiuyuan.

Of course, the place where he lives is also very consistent with Zheng Xingzhou's imagination of the prison cell.

The dense guards at five steps and one post, the gloomy and oppressive yard, and the ubiquitous smell of blood all seemed to reveal that the other party's current situation was not optimistic.

Zheng Xingzhou unavoidably raised his heart, and put aside his previous teasing thoughts, the creases between his brows slowly gathered, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth fell back to a straight line.

A Yi made a handover with B Eleven, who was guarding in front of the room, before the other party moved out of the way.A did not move, but turned to look at Zheng Xingzhou.

When Zheng Xingzhou saw Yi Shiyi, he remembered his relationship with Han Yi.

His eyes turned around Yiyi's face.

Nothing was found, the other party's plain expression seemed to be embedded in his face, and he remained motionless.

Zheng Xingzhou withdrew his gaze, stretched out his hand and opened the door.

The smell of blood hits the face.

Zheng Xingzhou walked into the small and dim room without pausing.

Compared to Ye Xiuyuan's bright and spacious room, which looked like a health care room, it was so small that it could only accommodate a bed and a small table. Apart from that, there were no windows, and the lighting was extremely dim, giving off a sense of stagnation. .

Zheng Xingzhou glanced at the lamp above, but couldn't find its model for a while. He suspected that the lamp of this model might have been discontinued long ago.

Withdrawing his gaze, Zheng Xingzhou continued to walk forward, and walked to Han Yi's bed in two steps.

Han Yi's face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and the skin was dry and peeled. The quilt was neatly covered, and it was impossible to see where the injury was.

But his furrowed brows and the sweat dripping from his forehead are all telling the visitor what happened to him.

A Yi closed the door unhurriedly, blocking B Shiyi's eyes that seemed to turn sideways inadvertently.

Zheng Xingzhou stretched out his hand, then stopped again.

For a moment he was unsure whether to wake him or not.

Instead, the other party woke up by himself, and Han Yi's eyelashes moved slightly, like a helpless butterfly whose wings were broken, and slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes collapsed, and he slowly focused. The process took so long that Zheng Xingzhou clenched his hands a little bit.

After all, he saw Zheng Xingzhou's appearance clearly, and his already plain and pain-bearing expression suddenly turned a little cold.

"What are you doing here?"

There was cold hostility in his eyes, undisguised, and extremely biting.

Zheng Xingzhou was hesitant for a moment when he looked at him, and instead of answering his words, he subconsciously turned his head and glanced at Jia Yi.

A stood in the shadow, not looking at him.

Zheng Xingzhou withdrew his eyes, and said with some hesitation: "Let me come and see you...?"

Han Yi closed his eyes, his voice became a little louder, and his voice trembled a little, as if he was powerless: "Fake."

Zheng Xingzhou couldn't hold back, scratched his head, subconsciously looked at Ayi again, and when the other party didn't look up, he withdrew his gaze, and hesitated even more when he said: "You..."

Han Yi stared at him weakly but firmly. Although he was weak, he still stared with a feeling of mortal hatred.

"Oh, what do you mean, you still insist that I have been replaced?" Zheng Xingzhou finally caught up with the other party's train of thought, his words were full of hesitation and hesitation.

Han Yi avoided talking, but said softly, "I don't want to see you."

Zheng Xingzhou nodded, his face showed understanding, and he planned to turn around and leave.

Unexpectedly, there was another soft moaning voice from behind: "Why do you think the boss punished me?"

Zheng Xingzhou stopped in his tracks, not knowing whether he should take up the fight or not. After thinking for a while, he turned around and asked tentatively, "Because... you said I'm not Zheng Xingzhou?"

Han Yi closed his eyes and smiled mockingly, as if he agreed with him.

Zheng Xingzhou glanced at Jia Yi from the corner of his eye, and said, "You still insist on this idea?"

Han Yi didn't speak.

Zheng Xingzhou seemed to have finally straightened out his thoughts, and quickly said: "Sir and Mr. Zhang have confirmed my condition. Do you want to see the medical certificate?"

Han Yi opened his eyes, focused on Zheng Xingzhou with difficulty, and said firmly: "A fake is a fake. No one knows you better than me."

Zheng Xingzhou was not guilty at all, and said straightforwardly: "Then you tell the reason."

Han Yi coughed in a low voice, but couldn't stop anymore. Intermittent coughing followed one after another, almost piercing his heart.

Zheng Xingzhou didn't hesitate this time. He picked up the water glass on the table, opened the straw, stuffed it into Han Yi's mouth, and patted his back to help him breathe.

It's okay not to pat, but when he patted his back, Han Yi trembled violently.

Zheng Xingzhou realized something, stretched out his hand to pinch the quilt, and wanted to lift it.

Han Yi glanced at him while coughing uncontrollably.

After Zheng Xingzhou's men paused, he still resolutely lifted the quilt.

He saw blood spreading from Han Yi's chest, back, and quilt, staining his eyes red.

Zheng Xingzhou's expression froze again, and before Han Yi could react, he reached out and lifted his coat, revealing the layers of injuries underneath.

Layers of repeated whipping marks were deeply engraved on the white body. From a small piece of exposed skin, the traces of the whip were removed, including but not limited to the traces left by various instruments of torture. Zheng Xingzhou didn't know which ones were what. , but on Han Yi's body, there were so many scars that were overlapped repeatedly, and even blood was still slowly flowing.

Zheng Xingzhou glanced expressionlessly at the other parts covered by the clothes, but he did not open them after all.

"Has the bleeding not stopped?"

The cold interrogative sentence slapped on Jiayi, and Jiayi knew that he could no longer pretend that he didn't exist, otherwise he might have to face a furious Zheng Xingzhou.

He opened his mouth and explained: "We have to wait for the contents inside to be cleaned first..."

Zheng Xingzhou fixed his eyes on Jia Yi's face, and made Jia Yi swallow the next half of his sentence.

"So it's not just external injuries, but also internal injuries?" Zheng Xingzhou's calm and calm voice concealed his boiling anger.

As soon as A didn't answer, he bent down and hid himself tightly in the shadow.

Han Yi finally stopped coughing. He took a sip of water and moistened his fishy throat before saying, "It has nothing to do with you."

Zheng Xingzhou was furious: "Why doesn't it have anything to do with me?"

A mocking smile slowly appeared on the corner of Han Yi's mouth: "You can curry favor with the boss first, I won't bother you."

Before Zheng Xingzhou could speak, he paused and said: "I will expose your true colors and tell everyone that you are just a fake."

Zheng Xingzhou's exuberant anger stagnated, a little inconceivable: "As for?"

Han Yi took a weak breath, and his tone was extremely firm: "As for."

Zheng Xingzhou looked at his expression and showed disapproval, but he didn't question him again.

He closed Han Yi's clothes, helped him cover the quilt again, straightened his back, and said to Han Yi: "If this is what you want, I hope you get what you want in the end."

He wanted to say something else, but in the end he didn't say it.

Their eyes met, and they finally looked away.