There is a rich second generation in the circle of friends

"I really want to tie you by my side so that I can see you all the time!" This was the first sentence Jia Chong uttered after regaining his ability to speak.

Zhang Zhang hugged Jia Chong back: "I'm fine, luckily you taught me how to swim."

"Let's go back now, and I'll take you to the hospital for an examination."

Zhang Zhang shook his head and refused: "This time I didn't choke on a sip of water, so don't go to the hospital and waste money. I'm tired, let's go back."

Jia Chong rubbed his chin lightly on Zhang Zhang's wet hair, nodded and said, "Okay, let's go back."

Apart from falling into the water, Zhang Zhang felt that his birthday was already perfect.

On the way back, Zhang Zhang typed Zheng Zihao's report in the car, and told Jia Chong the real reason why he fell into the water.

"I'm telling you the truth. I don't want you to do anything to Zheng Zihao. I just hope that you can see the true face of Zheng Zihao, so that you won't rekindle your old feelings for him in the future."

"..." Jia Chong glanced at Zhang Zhang who still had the strength to joke with him, "I did get along with Zheng Zihao for a while, but it's not as deep-rooted as Meng Yifan and the others think. Among the group of people, Zheng Zihao has a good appearance and a bit of a feminine look. I knew he was gay at a glance. I just knew that I was more interested in men than women, so I naturally developed from this group of people who had a good time with me. We set a goal to get along with each other, and in terms of feelings, we were actually more friendly then."

Listening to Jia Chong's words, Zhang Zhang knew that it was Jia Chong who was explaining for him. After understanding, he couldn't help but sarcasm: "Rabbits don't eat grass beside their nests, Mr. Jia doesn't know this truth."

Jia Chong smiled: "Thank you, Mr. Zhang, for your teaching. Now I know the truth."

Zhang Zhang snorted, and the two of them were silent for a while. Zhang Zhang couldn't help but asked, "Why did you break up with Zheng Zihao after that? Looking at how you met a few times, it doesn't seem like a peaceful breakup."

Hearing Zhang Zhang's question, Jia Chong frowned slightly: "You should already know that I have an uncle."

Zhang Zhang nodded, Jia Chong's uncle. Although Meng Yifan and Zheng Zihao only occasionally mentioned it twice, Zhang Zhang had a hunch that Jia Chong's uncle had a great influence on Jia Chong. Zhang Zhang wanted to ask him a long time ago. Jia Chong rushed, but Zhang Zhang also knew that it might be Jia Chong's minefield.

Seeing Zhang Zhang nodding, Jia Chong continued, "When I was seven years old, my parents divorced. I lived abroad and lived with my grandmother, but after all, my grandmother was separated from me by a generation. Doting is inevitable. My uncle has no children. For me... it is considered important, so my life and education will be controlled by my uncle from now on. Although he received an open education abroad, he is born with a rigid personality, and he can't tolerate the relationship between the same sex. He felt that it was a kind of crime. With this point of view, after he noticed the relationship between Zheng Zihao and me, he used some means to force Zheng Zihao to leave me. It happened that something happened to my father at that time, and Zheng Zihao was worried that his family would be implicated. So you broke up with me."

Zhang Zhang carefully digested Jia Chong's past, and at the end he was puzzled: "So, Zheng Zihao left you because he was unwilling, and he was also forced to do so."

Jia Chong glanced at Zhang Zhang and said with a sneer: "This is his brilliance. Everyone thinks he is a victim. Even if we meet again in D City, he still pretends to be a victim. In fact... ..."

"How is it actually?" Zhang Zhang couldn't help being a little curious.

Jia Chong sighed, raised his hand and touched the top of Zhang Zhang's head: "It's better that you, a child, don't know the filth in the adult world."

Zhang Zhang pulled Jia Chong's hand away, and laughed angrily: "Jia Chong, are you so perfunctory?"

Jia Chong put that hand on Zhang Zhang's head again: "I'll talk to you later when I have time."

Zhang Zhang pushed Jia Chong's hand away again: "Don't talk about pulling it down, take your paw away and drive hard!"

Back at the hotel where the two stayed in City D, Jia Chong took advantage of Zhang Zhang to take a shower in the bathroom, called Zhao Tian, ​​and ordered Zhao Tian to hand over the surveillance video near the cabin of the yacht to the Public Security Bureau. Naturally, it should be handed over to the public security organs and the corresponding price should be paid.

Jia Chong didn't bother Zhang Zhang that night. Zhang Zhang thought he would have a good night's rest, but he woke up after less than two hours of sleep that night, suffocated.

After running to the toilet, Zhang Zhang couldn't fall asleep again when he got back to bed. He tossed and turned for more than two hours, successfully waking Jia Chong up.

"Insomnia again?" With the dim light of the wall lamp, Jia Chong saw that Zhang Zhang's eyes were open, and stretched out his arms to hug him.

Zhang Zhang nodded at Jia Chong's neck, his soft hair tickled Jia Chong's heart.

Jia Chong lowered his head, grabbed Zhang Zhang's lips and sucked a few times: "Would you like Lao Gong to help you soothe the irritable little beast in your heart?"

Zhang Zhang turned over in Jia Chong's arms: "No."

"Duplicity," Jia Chong's slightly fiery breath brushed Zhang Zhang's neckline like a cat's feather, "When you say you don't want it, you usually want it."

Being teased by Jia Chong, Zhang Zhang's heart fluttered, but suddenly his stomach began to emit that strange pain again, which instantly cleared his newly aroused interest.

"Really not, my stomach hurts."

Jia Chong touched Zhang Zhang's little brother, and he really didn't want to fight with his big brother, so he moved his hand up and touched Zhang Zhang's abdomen and belly.

The abdomen is still flat, without any abnormalities.

Jia Chong began to rub Zhang Zhang's abdomen with his hands: "I'll rub it for you, and if it doesn't feel right, take some painkillers."

Hearing taking medicine, Zhang Zhang shook his head subconsciously: "It doesn't hurt much, I guess it will be better in a while." He closed his eyes and felt Jia Chong's gentle touch on his abdomen. Zhang Zhang's sleepiness that disappeared finally returned.

After sleeping until he woke up naturally, Zhang Zhang should have stretched his waist comfortably and lamented the beauty of the morning, but he is not in such a mood at all now.

Although the abdominal pain was healed, Zhang Zhang still felt uncomfortable, and if he was asked to say specifically what was uncomfortable, he couldn't say it. He could only say that there was no place in his body that was not uncomfortable.

There were no obvious lesions, so Zhang Zhang didn't tell Jia Chong about his general discomfort, but Jia Chong noticed that Zhang Zhang's physical condition was different from before when he was washing and brushing his teeth and eating.

While brushing his teeth, Zhang Zhang couldn't suppress the nausea in his stomach. He retched for a long time, but he didn't vomit anything.

Jia Chong patted Zhang Zhang on the back and said, "Did you eat bad food? Or is there any aftereffect from falling into the water yesterday? I'll go to the hospital for a checkup later!"

Zhang Zhang shook his head, and looked at Jia Chong with watery eyes: "It is probably chronic pharyngitis, and teachers have this occupational disease."

Jia Chong disagreed: "Even if it's pharyngitis, it needs to be diagnosed by a doctor."