The benefactor is always forcing me to study

Wei He stayed up all night, and finally broke the jar, as if he didn't know what to do.

The main reason is that this matter is really difficult to handle. If you tell Wen Qiang, what if Wen Qiang goes to question Ling Zheng and the brothers turn against each other?If you tell Cen Zhi that Cen Zhi must avoid Ling Zheng in order to avoid suspicion, what about his studies?

I don't want to know, but when I think about it, I realize that Ling Zheng is so scheming!No wonder he can frankly admit that he likes Xiao Cen!

Wei He couldn't help crying bitter tears for himself: It was too difficult, and in the end I was the only one who silently took on everything.

So Cen Zhi found that when Ling Zheng came these few days, Wei He's aura was very resentful, a bit like an abandoned woman.

In the past few days, Cen Zhi consolidated his knowledge points while doing the questions. Ling Zheng didn't take him up, probably because he was worried that he was tired. After the continuous rainy day ended, the weather cleared up, and Cen Zhi got Meng Zhai's consent to take Ling Zheng. On the set, Ling Zheng attracted everyone's attention as soon as he appeared on the stage. With this face alone, it was hard to ignore.

Ling Zheng's appearance can also stand alone in the entertainment industry. What is lacking in the entertainment industry is not beautiful men and women, but unique beauty. Nowadays, artists are like processed on an assembly line. It is difficult to have their own characteristics, and Ling Zheng, when his face is expressionless, looks like a sword out of its sheath, and when he smiles, he is like spring breeze melting snow, with both hardness and softness, just looking at it makes him feel dazzled.

Ling Zheng shielded himself from other people's astonishing gazes, and he quietly watched Cen Zhi's performance from the sidelines.

After Ah Ting and Jing Xiao returned to the camp with injuries all over their bodies, Ah Ting began to cultivate. After all, he grew up in the palace and could not withstand the torture of the war in northern Saibei. This time the rescue almost killed A Ting. The subordinates are very grateful to Ah Ding, and they run to Ah Ding's house three times a day, hoping that Ah Ding will get well soon, but it is a pity that Ah Ding is lingering on the sick bed, as if all the illnesses broke out when he was weak, even if the injury healed , also looked sickly.

But at this time, the emperor's imperial decree came, calling A Ting back to the palace.

When Ling Zheng was concentrating on watching, the mobile phone under his clothes vibrated, and it was a call from his senior sister: "Ling Zheng, where are you? The supervisor asked us to go back, and the research project has made progress."

Ling Zheng watched as Meng Zhai called CUT, the young boy who was kneeling on the ground to receive the order stood up, walked towards this side with a bright smile, and said to his senior sister, "Go back immediately."

As soon as Cen Zhi came over, Ling Zheng explained that he had to go. Cen Zhi was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly looked back. Meng Zhai was already preparing people for the next scene, so he hurriedly said: "Wait a minute, I will tell the director, I send you."

Ling Zheng stopped him: "No need, go get busy, Wei He will just send me off."

Cen Zhi stopped: "Okay, goodbye, Teacher Ling."

Ling Zheng patted his head: "See you on winter vacation."

Wei He and Ling Zheng left the set, Ling Zheng hailed a car, while the two were waiting for the car on the side of the road, Ling Zheng glanced at his phone, Wei He caught a glimpse of Ling Zheng's phone lock screen, it was Cen Chi in ancient costume.

Wei He almost suffocated.

The next moment, he heard Ling Zheng's cold voice: "You already know."

Wei He's heart sank, and he smirked: "Know what?"

Ling Zheng was too lazy to pretend to be with him, and said directly: "Don't tell Xiao Cen."

Wei He roared in his heart: You don't need to say it!

Ling Zheng: "When he finishes his college entrance examination, I will confess to him personally."

Wei He: "..."

Wei He didn't know what to say for a while, when the taxi arrived, Ling Zheng flicked his sleeves and left without taking a cloud, leaving Wei He blown up on the spot.

I won't tell Xiaocen!Don't even think about it!

Xiao Cen is Mr. Wen!

So, Wei He did the most daring thing ever, he sent a text message to Wen Qiang:

"Mr. Wen! Don't hurry up! Xiao Cen is going to leave with someone else!"

Wen Qiang: "...?"

In the last week of November, Cen Zhi finished.

The production crew held a special wrap-up banquet for Cen Zhi. In the lively small banquet hall, Cen Zhi smiled and toasted and chatted with the crew—because Cen Zhi was underage, everyone did not force Cen Zhi to drink—in just two months Getting along with him, the director and the staff treated him very well, and Cen Zhi still felt very reluctant.

At the end of the wrap-up banquet, Meng Zhai patted Cen Zhi on the shoulder: "Go back and study hard, and we will cooperate again when we have the opportunity."

The little boy frowned: "Okay."

The winter in the Northwest is dry and cold. Cen Zhi put on a down jacket as soon as he walked out of the banquet hall. Unfortunately, the cold quickly dissipated his body temperature. Cen Zhi rubbed his hands, his face was flushed by the wind. Wei He asked, "Would you like to go?" where?"

Cen Zhi took a deep breath, and the white mist slowly dissipated in the night sky. Cen Zhi said, "Just walk around, I haven't even been here before."

The two walked to the nearby night market. Cen Zhi was wearing a down jacket and hat, his face was huddled in the furry hat. The neon lights of the night market were one after another, and the lights were slightly dim, so it was not easy to be recognized.

After shopping around, Cen Zhi found a boutique and bought some small gifts to give back to Jin Qiong and the others. Wei He saw that he had carefully selected them, and looked confused: "Aren't you going to buy gifts for President Wen?"

Cen Zhi paused and looked back innocently.

Wei He pointed to the pile of things he bought: "There are Jin Qiong's, Ke Heng's, Ren Sixing's, Sister Liu's, Brother Xu's, Sister Xian's, and Auntie Pu's. What about Mr. Wen?"

Cen Zhi was silent for a moment: "Then what should I buy him?" The young boy looked up and saw a very plain gray thermos: "How about this?"

Wei He: "..."

Wei He looked at the puffer fish keychain for Jin Qiong, the amethyst bracelet for Liu Xunxue, the watch for Ren Sixing, the sports bracelet for Ke Heng, the wallet for Xu Zhezhi, and the silver wallet for Aunt Pu in the basket. Compared with the gray knitted scarf and the thermos, Wei He couldn't help thinking, is Mr. Wen's seniority too high in Xiao Cen's heart?

Thermos!What a gift from the last century!

It looks like it's for dads!Same seniority as Aunt Pu!

Finally, under Wei He's nonsense, Cen Zhi reluctantly put down the thermos, took the belt that was forced in, and silently went to the cashier to pay the bill.

At noon the next day, Cen Zhi and Wei He left the set and got on the plane back.

Cen Zhi took a nap on the plane, and when they arrived at the destination, the sunset was magnificent and gorgeous. The two dragged their suitcases to the exit, and were immediately overwhelmed by screams:

"Cub, cub—" "Little Flag, look at mom—"

The people around were also startled by the girl's screams, Cen Zhi was taken aback, seeing more than a dozen girls not far away dancing with excitement, and the moment they met Cen Zhi's eyes, the screaming was raised to a higher level .

Wei He was also stunned: "Xiao Cen, you are really angry."

There are fans coming to pick up the plane.

Everyone around looked over, Cen Zhi blushed, walked towards the girls, and made a "shh" gesture, it's not good to scream in public.

A group of girls were overwhelmed with excitement. They knew through Weibo that Cen Zhi was about to come back, and spontaneously organized a pick-up. They thought they would just take a look at Zai Zai from a distance, but they didn’t expect that Zai Zai was so approachable and came over. up!