The male gods are vying to be my father

After the strength of the medicine passed, Rong Zhi woke up from his sleep.

He quietly opened one eye and looked towards the bed.

As expected, Yue Zheng was still sitting there, not moving.

It's just that he fell asleep.

The suit jacket on the lap slipped most of it to the ground.

His head was leaning against the back of the chair, slightly upturned, fully revealing his handsome and profound facial features, with a trace of weariness at the corners of his eyes.

Rong Zhi stared at his face for a while, thought for a long time, but couldn't figure out what the man was thinking.

The men are good enough for him.

If we say ten days and a half, maybe there is a possibility of camouflage.But almost a year has passed, who can pretend to be like this?

But they may be related by blood, so what about Yue Zheng?

On the premise of no blood relationship, can feelings really be cultivated?

Rong Zhi suddenly remembered, a long time ago, when Gu Xiaohai gritted his teeth and asked him if he had a special relationship with Yue Zheng.

special relationship?

special feelings?

Rong Zhi shook his head.

Yue Zheng seemed to feel something, his eyelids moved, and then he opened them suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, the momentum around him also changed, Yue Zheng sat up straight, and for a moment his face looked aggressive.

"Does it still itch?" Yue Zheng leaned forward with his upper body, leaning closer to look at Rong Zhi's face.

The red spot on Rong Zhi's face has almost faded away.

Only a few traces remain.

Yue Zheng stared at those traces for a while, and unconsciously tightened his throat.

He sat up straight again, without looking at Rong Zhi again, and asked, "Do you want to eat something?"

When Rong Zhi was reminded by him at this moment, the sense of hunger immediately took over his mind, and he couldn't care about anything else.

Rong Zhi nodded quickly, and raised three fingers: "Three pieces of tiramisu."

Yue Zheng: "I don't know if there is a cake shop nearby."

"Yes, I saw it when I came."

Yue Zheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. On the way here, Rong Zhi was very itchy, but he still didn't forget to pay attention to the cake shop on the side of the road.

"Okay, I'll let Xiao Liu buy it now."

Xiao Liu is the assistant who followed.

Xiao Liu took the money to buy cakes, and Yue Zheng also got up and went to the bathroom.

"Lie here obediently, don't move around." Yue Zheng warned worriedly.

Rong Zhi is a public figure, and his popularity now is no longer the same as it was in the past.What if he is captured by some crazy fan?

Rong Zhi nodded.

Watching Yuezheng walk into the bathroom.

As soon as the bathroom door was closed, the door of the ward was pushed open.

Rong Zhi was startled, and instinctively turned his head to look.

"Who?"

"It's me." A slightly familiar voice sounded at the door.

Immediately, I saw the young man strode in.

"Are you allergic?" The young man frowned and asked worriedly.

"Tang Xiaoyun?" Rong Zhi was surprised for a moment, "Why are you here?"

Tang Xiaoyun walked over, pulled the chair and sat down.

Rong Zhi glanced at the chair under his buttocks, feeling a little unhappy for some reason.

This chair should be for Yue Zheng.

Tang Xiaoyun asked again in a low voice: "Are you allergic? Is it serious?"

Rong Zhi shook his head: "It's almost done."

"I wanted to visit the crew, and I happened to see you getting into the car with a strange expression. I was worried, so I followed."

Tang Xiaoyun was very glad that he followed up.

It's much easier to talk to Rong Zhi here than on the set.After all, there was Tan Guokai sitting on the set.

With Tan Guokai's temper, if he saw him take the initiative to contact Rong Zhi, he might pack him up and throw him back to Beijing with a cold face.

He hadn't seen Rong Zhi for a while, and he had no chance to sit in front of Rong Zhi and talk to Rong Zhi.

Tang Xiaoyun quickly traced Rong Zhi's face with his eyes.

For some reason, he felt that Rong Zhi's temperament had been greatly improved compared to the past.

His facial features were still almost perfect, but the softness on the corners of his brows and eyes had now been replaced by an invisible sharpness.

Rong Zhi looked more imposing.

There is also more beauty that makes people dare not look directly at it.

Tang Xiaoyun couldn't help but whispered: "Dian City, I gave you that little bell, do you still have it?"

Rong Zhi shook his head, with some confusion on his face: "It's at home."

He didn't understand why Tang Xiaoyun asked this question specially.

Tang Xiaoyun's heart was a little terribly disturbed.

Although I know that the red string bell on Mr. Yue's wrist cannot be given by Rong Zhi, it should be bought by Rong Zhi himself.

But he still felt uncomfortable.

He gave it to Rong Zhi, but Rong Zhi casually put it aside.

Instead, Rong Zhi bought a small bell for another man, and that man obviously regarded it as a treasure, even though it didn't fit in with his outfit, he still hung it on his wrist all the time.

The more Tang Xiaoyun thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt.

He knew Rong Zhi very early.

He thought that in some respects, he should have an advantage.

"Rong Zhi..." he whispered, "Is your relationship with Mr. Yue...very close?"

Yue Zheng, who had washed his face with cold water, turned around and was about to open the bathroom door and come out, but he heard this sentence suddenly.

So Yue Zheng stopped his movements.

Moisture dripped down his face.

Yue Zheng was suddenly a little nervous.

He could even hear his own breathing and heartbeat, everything was magnified.

Rong Zhi felt a little baffled.

Gu Xiaohai would ask such a question because Gu Xiaohai has been with them all the time, and after seeing them a lot, it is inevitable that he will feel a little worried.

But Tang Xiaoyun didn't follow them.

Moreover, Tang Xiaoyun didn't seem to care about such things.

Tang Xiaoyun saw that he was confused, he just thought that Rong Zhi was still innocent and didn't understand other things.

Maybe that bell was just a random gift.

And it might just be the wishful thinking of that Mr. Yue to have other thoughts.

Tang Xiaoyun breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "I just saw that Mr. Yue was wearing a red string on his hand. I remember that you bought one when we were recording a program in Dian City. It was for Mr. Yue ?"

"Well, yes." After Rong Zhi answered, he was thinking about another thing.

So...has Yuezheng been wearing it on his hand all the time?

The man always wears a shirt and a suit, and when he seldom shows his wrist, Rong Zhi really didn't notice it.

Although I knew for a long time that Yan Shihan and others would always wear the things he gave them, and they would never dislike the low value of the things themselves.

But now that Yue Zheng's behavior of wearing a red rope was brought up separately, Rong Zhi gradually felt a little different in his heart.

strange.

Itchy like face allergies.

It's just that this time it itch in the bottom of my heart.

The men are nice to him.

Almost all the time they were approaching him.

They took ninety-nine steps, and he had to take one small step.

Rong Zhi moved his lips and said, "I have a very close relationship with him."

Yue Zheng became short of breath and took a step forward.

"Bang", knocked his head on the top of the door.

The author has something to say: Tang Xiaoyun:? ? ?So am I fucking here to send an assist? ? ?

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I want to eat tiramisu, I'm so hungry.