The male gods are vying to be my father

Yan Shihan's assistant played a few games with Rong Zhi.

From LOL to DOTA.

As long as Rong Zhi is not distracted, the one who dies first must be the assistant.

The assistant is not convinced.

"Change and play another game." The assistant helped Rong Zhi download an otome game app.

The three men just sat and listened to the girly BGM for half an hour.

They wanted to see clearly what was going on over there, but the screen of the mobile phone was too small, unlike a computer screen, they could see clearly at a glance.

I vaguely heard a few words about "drawing cards" and "krypton gold".

"Your face is so dark..." The assistant looked at the SR on his screen, hugged his own SSR, and turned off the phone in satisfaction.

Assistant: "Young Master Rong go to bed early."

Rong Zhi: "..."

Yan Shihan heard clearly now.

He said that Rong Zhi's face was black!

Yan Shihan got up and walked over, squinting at the assistant, the assistant quickly shut up, got up and said awkwardly: "Bad, almost."

Yan Shihan stretched out his hand towards Rong Zhi: "Let me see."

Rong Zhi handed the phone back without knowing why.

Yan Shihan quietly wrote down the login password, then turned off the game, and then returned it to Rong Zhi: "It's time to go to bed." As he spoke, he touched Rong Zhi's head.

soft.

Touch your forehead again.

Still a bit hot, but compared to before, it has been greatly improved.

He straightened Rong Zhi's collar again, and then pushed the wheelchair to the bedside.

Zhou Jing didn't know when he came to his side, he thrust a stick horizontally, stretched out his hand, picked up Rong Zhi, and stuffed it into the bed.

When being hugged before, Rong Zhi was mostly in a coma, but suddenly being hugged by Zhou Jing like this, Rong Zhi's whole body tensed up, and his whole face was soaked in crimson color because of embarrassment.

Red.

It's like just eating two catties of chili.

Yan Shihan pushed Zhou Jing to the side for two steps, then leaned forward and pinched Rong Zhi's face, and then straightened up contentedly.

"Go to sleep."

Rong Zhi grabbed the edge of the quilt with both hands, blinked: "You stare at me, I can't sleep."

Yan Shihan raised his big hand to cover his eyes: "Can I sleep like this?"

Rong Zhi: "...Yes, yes."

Yan Shihan didn't hear the reluctance in his words, turned around and said to Zhou Jing, "President Zhou, please."

Zhou Jing didn't make a sound, but turned his back cooperatively and went back towards the sofa.

The lighting in the house was adjusted to a soft warm tone, not dazzling at all.

The three men sat on the sofa not far away, like strict parents who watched their children fall asleep on schedule.

Rong Zhi glanced at them, then looked up at the small lamp above his head, and fell asleep after looking at them like this.

There was no dream at all.

When he woke up again, the white coat was taking his temperature.I saw him holding a small object and beeping at Rong Zhi's head.

When he picked it up again, the white coat said, "38°. The body temperature has dropped."

Yan Shihan's face was a bit smelly: "What kind of temperature drop is this?"

The white coat smiled dryly: "As long as it's descending, it's a good thing."

Only then did Yue Zheng come over, pressed Rong Zhi's temple, and asked, "Does it hurt? Is it swollen?"

Rong Zhi shook his head.

Because of his movements, the skin at the corners of his eyes inevitably brushed Yue Zheng's fingers.

The slight itchiness made Rong Zhi unconsciously squint his eyes.

Yue Zheng felt the touch of his fingertips, and unconsciously set his eyes on him.

—he looked like a satiated kitten.

Yue Zheng thought unconsciously.

"Are you hungry?" Yue Zheng asked.

"It's okay." Rong Zhi couldn't help asking: "Can I go back to the set to film?"

Yan Shihan immediately blocked back: "What's the rush at this time? Jiang Yan dare to withdraw your role?"

Rong Zhi wrinkled his nose: "This is not very professional."

"Who told you that you have to be dedicated when you are sick?"

"News."

Yan Shihan choked speechlessly: "...Of the ten notices, nine of them are lies. There is another one, which is estimated to be cured on the way to the hospital. You really believe it."

Rong Zhi blinked slowly: "...So it's all a lie. Gu Xiaohai used to tell me this news every day as a bedtime story."

Just to cultivate his professionalism.

What did Gu Xiaohai say at that time?

He said: You are not good at acting, but you can be dedicated!

Rong Zhi felt that what he said was very reasonable, so he started the road of acting conscientiously.

Yan Shihan almost passed out from his mother's anger.

What kind of fucking idiot agent is this?

Yue Zheng touched Rong Zhi's head: "Tomorrow, when the temperature drops, I will go back to the studio."

"Hmm." Rong Zhi really didn't have much obsession with acting.

But acting = work, work dedication = money to spend, money to spend = meat to eat.

This equation was firmly engraved in Rong Zhi's mind.

Yan Shihan couldn't help but look at Yue Zheng.

Obviously they meant the same thing.If the body temperature does not drop, I cannot return to the set.

But when he said it out of his mouth, Rong Zhi still pouted to show his dissatisfaction!

Da Yuezheng said it out of his mouth, and Rong Zhi just accepted it?

Yan Shihan glanced back.

Zhou Jing was still standing at the head of the bed, not saying a word.

It's like he can't speak at all.

That's right, he hasn't met Rong Zhi yet, Rong Zhi's impression of him may be limited to Zhou Haoqi's idiot brother.

Thinking about it this way, Yan Shihan suddenly felt more balanced in his heart.

Rong Zhi lay on the bed, really bored.

Just touched the phone.

Let's play a game of elimination.

Play a round of parkour.

Then click on the card drawing game from yesterday, and draw a card at random.

Ok?

Rong Zhi felt something was wrong.

He knew that his hands were dark, and his hands were particularly dark.When "Young Onion" was recorded, it had already been complained about by the collective.

But now, he took out an SSR.

Look up again.

Who recharged him?

Rong Zhi calculated with his fingers.

a hundred million...

Who recharged [-] for him?

So distressed.

Rong Zhi covered his chest.

I can buy a lot of chicken thighs, curry fish balls, spicy crayfish...

Here, Yan Shihan quietly raised his head, glanced at Rong Zhi's direction, and aimed at Rong Zhi's fingers.

Are you playing a game?

Did you find that there was a lot of money in your account?

Rongzhi must be very happy.

Yan Shihan thought with satisfaction.

The parenting manual is finally right!

Giving rewards to children at the right time can promote the relationship between father and son better and faster.

Forget it, don't burn it, stay for two more days.

Rong Zhi clutched his chest and turned over on the bed.

The room was surprisingly quiet, and he couldn't help but look out from under the quilt.

Zhou Jing is still there.

Zhou Haoqi's elder brother is so upright?

Just because Zhou Haoqi abducted him once, so he sent the Buddha to the west, and even came to accompany him when he was sick?

Zhou Jing seemed to be particularly keen on people's eyes, when Rong Zhi looked towards him, he immediately looked back.

It seems a little bad to peek at people like this.

Rong Zhi pulled down the quilt to cover his face.

Zhou Jing resisted the urge to raise his hand to touch his face.

He knew he was more intimidating.

But... so scary?

Several big brothers sat in the ward, thinking differently.

Those who look at their phones look at their phones.

Processing mail for processing mail.

There is another one who does nothing, just leans against the back of the sofa chair, as if taking a nap.

At this time, the nurse rang the doorbell and brought over the sick meal specially prepared by the hospital.

It smells weak.

But Rong Zhi turned over and sat up.

His tongue seemed to be covered with something, which was extremely uncomfortable.There is an urgent need to chew food to relieve this discomfort.

The patient's meal is green vegetable porridge, which is very bad.

Rong Zhi stretched out his chopsticks, skimmed the green vegetables to the side as much as possible, then picked up the bowl, and drank it like drinking water.

Yan Shihan, who was sitting well at the other end, suddenly asked, "Who is Cheng Tianyi?"

Rong Zhi also looked blank: "Who?"

Yue Zheng knew that Yan Shihan would not ask this person for no reason.

He immediately searched for the name, and the first thing that popped up was: "Netizens broke the news that Cheng Tianyi once tricked Rong Zhi into jumping into the swimming pool several times in winter, which aroused public outrage"

Followed by "Rong Zhi's high fever never goes away, it's because of him—Cheng Tianyi!" "

Yue Zheng's fingers gripping the fuselage were so strong that he seemed to want to crush the thing in his hand.

"Cheng Tianyi, the actor who filmed "Midsummer Love" with you. He played the leading role in it." Yue Zheng said.

Yue Zheng had checked Rong Zhi's life in the entertainment industry for the past few years in advance, and the report included how Rong Zhi was marginalized, how he was not valued by the company, how he went from being a beauty in a prosperous age to being a good-for-nothing... There are a lot of things. coming page.

But even so, it was missed.

Yue Zheng couldn't help thinking.

How much suffering did Rong Zhi suffer in places where they could not see?

Is it the most relaxing thing to do in the swimming pool in winter?

The more Zheng thought about it, the more gloomy his face became, and even his facial features became sharp and stern.

"Oh...it's him." Rong Zhi finally remembered who it was, he held his breath, but still couldn't help saying: "His acting skills are worse than mine."

Yan Shihan also had an ugly expression on his face, he gritted his teeth: "It is indeed worse than you. Just relying on walking through the back door and hugging thighs, I really acted in a few scenes. I have only retired for a few years, and the industry is so depressed. This kind of thing can also be praised as the male number one."

Gu Xiaohai also said the same.

Rong Zhi nodded silently in his heart.

"He is really capable." Yan Shihan said coldly.

Saying that, Yan Shihan moved his fingers again, ready to continue updating the information about Cheng Tianyi on the Internet.

But who knows, after this refresh, the post was deleted?

The microblogs of the major marketing accounts have also been deleted?

Zhou Jing, who had never spoken up until now, finally spoke up: "Cheng Tianyi hired someone for public relations."

"With this level of public relations, it's terrible..." Yan Shihan said coldly.

"What about public relations?" Rong Zhi asked suspiciously, licking the porridge left at the corner of his mouth.

"He made you jump into the pool?"

"Well."

"What else has hurt you?"

Rong Zhi thought about it carefully: "It's nothing... It's just that there was a fight scene once, and the belly was supposed to be hit, and cotton was tied on the belly. But he clenched his fists and wanted to hit my waist."

Yan Shihan's eyelids twitched: "How dare he!"

Rong Zhi said with a relaxed tone, "...I wore a belt that day."

Yan Shihan frowned slightly, not understanding the relationship between the two.

"There is a diamond-shaped gemstone specially sponsored by the sponsor on the belt."

"..."

Without Rong Zhi's further description, the men could already imagine how Cheng Tianyi's hands were bleeding when he punched him so hard.

"Any more?" Yan Shihan asked.

"Well... After the filming was over, Gu Xiaohai fought for a spot for me, and asked me to go with the crew to make publicity and show my face. I went. When I went backstage, I found that the clothes prepared by the sponsor were gone. Cheng Tianyi took them .But the director protected him and didn't speak."

"And then?" Yan Shihan asked impatiently.

"Then I came on stage wearing a 68 yuan T-shirt and jeans. Cheng Tianyi turned to look at me as a joke, and fell on his feet." Rong Zhi paused: "A fork was cut in the crotch... It's not as durable as my jeans tear."

"..."

"He is really an idiot who shoots himself in the foot." Yan Shihan sarcastically said, "Even though he has suffered a lot, this kind of person is disgusting enough."

Yue Zheng interjected at the right time: "He is 27 years old this year, and he is about to succeed in his transformation..."

Zhou Jing also said lightly: "It's better to cut it off at this moment."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Jing made a "pop" in his hand.

The three walnuts in my hand collided together.

Rong Zhi caught a glimpse of his hand, thinking in a mess.

Zhou Haoqi's eldest brother doesn't look old, but his hobbies are quite similar to those of the two old men downstairs in the apartment who had chipped front teeth.

The first three men have already decided how to arrange Cheng Tianyi's future in a few words.

Rong Zhi was still staring at his hand.

Zhou Jing was a little sensitive, he curled his fingers, raised his head suddenly, and said to Rong Zhi: "This walnut is not edible."

Rong Zhi: "I don't want to eat."

But Yan Shihan had already turned around and called, asking his assistant to bring walnuts quickly.

"One catty, no...three catties."

A catty is not enough to eat.

Zhou Jing got up from the sofa, walked to the bed, and put the three walnuts in his hand on Rong Zhi's quilt: "But I can play with you."

Rong Zhi's fingers are long.

But the palm is no bigger than Zhou Jing's.

He barely grabbed three walnuts and couldn't move.

However, the three walnuts are round and the surface has shallow chapped lines, which make Rong Zhi's hand look like a handicraft.

The roots are distinct, like scallions.

Zhou Jing stared at his hand for a while, and tried hard to put it into the child's hand.

What were his hands supposed to look like when he was a kid?

The fingers are white and fat, thick and short.

Also with a meat nest.

In the past, Zhou Jing's incomprehensible father brought back an illegitimate son who was half a year old, and his fingers were like this.

Zhou Jing felt bored at the time.

But now, looking at Rong Zhi, he felt a little pity.

It's a pity that I didn't get to see what Rong Zhi looked like when he was a child.

Rong Zhi's scalp was slightly tensed under his stare, and he couldn't help whispering: "I don't know how to plate walnuts, so give them back to you?"

Zhou Jing shook his head: "You can play with it."

Rong Zhi had no choice but to continue to imitate the posture of the old man downstairs who plated walnuts.

Move your fingers.

Snapped.

boned...

A walnut rolled away.

Rong Zhi was a little ashamed.

Or go back and forget it.

Then he saw Zhou Jing bowed down, picked up the walnut, and put it on his quilt.

Rong Zhi blinked and grabbed the walnut.

keep playing.

boned...

Roll away again.

Zhou Jing really took the trouble to pick it up for him again.

Rong Zhi felt something was wrong right now.

Zhou Jing was too kind to him.

Even if Zhou Jing is an upright person, he wants to apologize and atone for his brother.But that shouldn't be the way to go.

Accompanied by a room is the ultimate.

Also bring a companion to play with.

It seemed that he had hugged him before.

Ah, I also peeled shrimps and deboned chickens for him.

Rong Zhi suppressed the numerous guesses in his mind, and played with the walnut a few more times.

Without exception, his hands were small and he couldn't grasp them steadily, so they all rolled to the ground.

Zhou Jing helped him pick it up again and again.

This man is very tall, even if he bends down, it will not reduce his aura in the slightest.

So... it's even weirder.

A strong man who helped him pick up walnuts 23 times.

What's going on?

Just when Rong Zhi was confused, Yan Shihan's eyes almost turned red with jealousy.

He couldn't help but say: "Don't play with walnuts, my ears are full of the sound of walnuts. You play with your mobile phone, Rong Zhi..." When he said the last sentence, Yan Shihan's tone could be called gentle .

Rong Zhi also conveniently threw away the walnut.

But Zhou Jing didn't intend to take it back. He stood by the bed for a while, probably realizing that his remaining value was gone, and then walked back to the sofa and sat down.

At this moment, Zhou Haoqi is still fighting alone on the Internet.

"This group of marketing accounts are fucking spineless, and they will become soft-legged crabs as soon as they receive money!" Zhou Haoqi cursed and started a cursing battle with Cheng Tianyi's fans on the Internet.

"He also took 200 million to ask me to delete Weibo."

"Hey, it doesn't matter if I go to your uncle to get 2000 million, am I fucking short of money?"

At this time, the three-party fans on the Internet are fighting.

Zhou Haoqi's girlfriend fans who usually rely on the image of the rich second generation, and Yan Shihan's fans with super fighting power, are on the same side with Cheng Tianyi's fans.

The situation was one-sided, and Cheng Tianyi's fans were strangled to death in no time.

Cheng Tianyi saw the fans who were speaking for her being pinched and disappeared one by one, and she was so angry that she dropped the teacup in hand.

"If you recognize a father, you really think you have ascended to heaven?"