I made the hero cry after being dressed as a double

At one o'clock in the morning, a muffled thunder exploded in the air, and heavy rain poured down. The pale street lamps stretched out the shadows of trees on both sides of the road, and the bean-sized raindrops hit the windows, making crackling noises.

Wen Heng was awakened by the buzzing phone under the pillow. He rubbed his eyes and took out the phone. He was surprised to see the caller ID on it, and swiped up to connect.

"Hey?"

"Hello, it's Wen Heng." The unfamiliar voice made Wen Heng frowned slightly, but he still replied out of politeness,

"I am, may I ask you?"

"I'm Lu Zhiming, Mubai's good friend, he's drunk in the Red Pavilion now, why don't you come and pick him up."

"I……"

The other party seemed to be very busy, and hung up the phone in a hurry before he could finish speaking.

Wen Heng got up from the bed, looked at the heavy rain outside, and thought of the gate control that had passed for a long time, and had a headache.

"what happened?"

Pan Yuhang next to him got up and rubbed his eyes, and was a little worried when he saw Wen Heng sitting on the edge of the bed looking out the window.

"It's okay." Wen Heng shook his head, "Yuhang, do you think I can jump off here unscathed?"

"What are you thinking!" Pan Yuhang was taken aback, and immediately turned on the light, waking up the sleeping two, "This is the fifth floor!"

"Then what should I do..."

"What's wrong?" The other two who were woken up also got off the bed, squinting their eyes like a dream but not a dream.

"The third child is going to jump off the building!"

"What?!"

"No!" Wen Heng hurriedly waved his hands, "I just want to go out for a while."

"It's midnight, where are you going?" Li Xin took a sip of water, and after hearing Wen Heng's answer, he gave him a blank look, and didn't even think about what time it is, what are you doing out in the middle of the night, did you meet a ghost?

"Senior Qu's friend asked me to pick him up."

"..."

In the end, relying on Pan Yuhang, who has Oscar acting skills, they managed to get out of school.

"Then what do you guys do?"

"It's okay, what can we three old men do?" Pan Yuhang waved his hand to signal Wen Heng to leave quickly, "Go, brothers and sisters have gone online."

The unrestrained movements completely missed the wailing just now, Wen Heng chuckled lightly, and said from the bottom of his heart,

"Thank you."

"Hey, why are you being polite to us, let's go!"

Wen Heng nodded, looked at the backs of the three people squabbling away, squeezed the umbrella in his hand, turned and walked in another direction.

To be honest, he had some troubles with Qu Mubai during the day, he didn't know why the other party got angry all of a sudden, it was inexplicable, which made him impatient and too lazy to coax him.

Compared with the silent street, the deafening music in the bar almost shattered people's eardrums, and the dance floor was full of young people who were addicted to it, taking advantage of the night to express their pressure that they had nowhere to vent.

Wen Heng pushed open the door, looked at the extremely happy and depraved crowd around him, rubbed his arms unnaturally, he was not used to it for the first time, but thinking of the drunk one, he still took a deep breath, put his hat on Pressing down, avoiding the woman approaching, he walked towards the box upstairs.

There were quite a few people standing in front of him, holding a glass of wine and laughing charmingly,

"Handsome, are you alone? Would you like to buy you a glass of wine?"

The woman's naked eyes fell on him undisguisedly. The wide brim of the hat covered the upper half of her face, but she couldn't hide her extremely superior jawline, and her simple black clothes and trousers couldn't hide his smooth flowing body. Thanks to his recent training, the broad shoulders of the Pacific Ocean and the temperament of repelling people thousands of miles away, it is hard not to be fatally tempting to people.

He found the box and opened the door, and the first thing he saw was Qu Mubai lying in the corner of the sofa, his eyes were slightly closed, not only was he not as vigorous as usual, but the curled hair on the top of his head also vaguely revealed a bit of cuteness,

"Senior Qu?"

Wen Heng lowered his head and asked softly, but got no reply, it seemed that he was indeed quite drunk.

"You are Wen Heng, right?"

Lu Zhiming who was next to him came over, Wen Heng raised his head and met his eyes, and between the interlaced lights, Lu Zhiming seemed to really see that man walking over time.

"teacher?!"

He let out an exclamation, just in time to be caught by Wen Heng who was at the side,

"what?"

"It's okay." After losing his composure for a second, Lu Zhiming put a smile on his face again, completely ignoring what he said just now, "What are you going to do? Do you need help?"

"……no need."

Wen Heng shook his head. He has always been strong enough to hold Qu Mubai tightly with one hand. After saying goodbye to Lu Zhiming, he put the hat on his head on the head of the person in his arms. When he was about to leave, he was called by Lu Zhiming. live,

"It's past two o'clock now, and it's still raining heavily outside, why don't you take him upstairs to rest, and stop tossing around."

Then why did you call me here? !

Wen Heng didn't say a word, but there was an air of impatience all over his body, which made Lu Zhiming twitch his mouth in embarrassment.

Isn't it really uncomfortable to see my brother!

He didn't care what Wen Heng thought, he just stuffed the room card into the opponent's hand, and took advantage of the situation to push the person out of the door. A set of actions can be called a flow of behavior.

There was no way, Wen Heng lowered his head and stared at the room card for a while, coupled with the unconscious drunk in his arms, finally compromised, picked him up by the waist, and walked towards the elevator.

Under the dim light in the corridor and the tight jaw of the man, he seemed inexplicably indifferent. Wen Heng put the man down, but just took out the gap of the room card from his pocket, and was suddenly pressed against the door by the unconscious drunk, warm Breathing close to the neck makes people feel a little itchy, and the man's aggrieved voice sounds next to his ears,

"why did not you tell me?"

"Why didn't you tell me anything?"

"You don't say anything, is it just a display for me?!"