Chen Jia's Cheng Zheng love

Chen Zheng didn't wake up until after noon.

Chen Jia, who was lying on Agan's bed and playing with his mobile phone, heard a slight cough, got up from the bed and walked to Chen Zheng's bedside.

"how do you feel?"

Chen Jia asked softly, stretched out his hand and touched Chen Zheng's forehead. He was covered in cold sweat, had a fever, and his hair was wet and sticky.

Chen Zheng coughed a few times and said something was better, but his voice was obviously hoarse.

Chen Jia hurriedly took the steamed pears and the plain porridge bought earlier to the dormitory manager downstairs to warm them up.

The porcelain bowl containing rock sugar pears was a bit hot to the touch, and there was also a lunch box containing porridge. Chen Jia walked upstairs quickly. Suddenly a person appeared at the stairs. Chen Jia didn't react and almost bumped into him.

Some of the porridge in the lunch box spilled out and dripped onto Chen Jia's hands. Chen Jia was scalded and cursed in a low voice, just wondering who was going to come out at this time, when he looked up, he realized that it was the tall man.

"What are you doing?"

Seeing Chen Zheng's appearance, the tall man was surprised for a moment, and then quickly returned to the expressionless state, and spoke coldly, as if he was interrogating.

Chen Jia thought that I hadn't asked you why you appeared suddenly, but you asked me.

Although the junior's body, but the heart is the senior, being questioned by the juniors like this, I don't feel comfortable at all.

But there is no way, he is Chen Zheng's roommate, and the relationship between him and his roommate cannot be frozen because of this matter. After all, the roommates are going to be together for four years, and if the relationship is not good, they will only be squeezed out.

So Chen Jia tried his best to calm down his tone, saying that the senior was just taking care of him when he was sick.

The tall man didn't say anything after hearing this, but looked at Chen Jia with some unclear meaning.

"In this case, I'll help you carry it over. Take a look at your hand. Is there anything wrong? Didn't it burn just now?"

After hearing this, Chen Jia suddenly felt that apart from his cold personality, this tall man was not a bad person.But Chen Jia would definitely not ask him to help, if he saw something when he went to the dormitory, it would be bad, because Chen Jia had a faint feeling that this person had a strong intuition.

So Chen Jia rejected the tall man's kindness, brought pears and porridge to the door of the dormitory, and started kicking the door.

"Agan, open the door quickly, my hands are almost burning."

Agan quickly opened the door, with a wicked smile on his face, "Brother Jia, you are so kind to me, knowing that I have worked so hard to take care of your body, you even cooked meat for me as an extra meal."

Chen Jia also imitated him with a sinister smile, "Yeah, I'm touched, hurry up and pick up the bowl!"

"Okay!" A-gan took the bowl cheerfully, and in the next second he yelled loudly, and then slammed the bowl on the table with a "boom", pinching his ears and jumping.

"Fuck, it's too hot, Brother Jia, how did you manage to carry it?"

Chen Jia snorted coldly, ignored him, and Ah-gan went out to buy food by himself depressed.

Chen Jia looked at his hands, and they were really hot red.

Be careful next time, it would be a pity that Chen Zheng's delicate skin and fleshy body can't be messed up by himself.

"Does it hurt?"

A slightly hoarse voice rang in his ears, Chen Jia turned his head and found that Chen Zheng had gotten up at some time and stood beside him.

Chen Jia watched Chen Zheng staring at his hands, frowned slightly, thinking that he was worried about his original body, and rubbed his hands guiltily.

"It's okay, it's okay, by the way, let's eat something, do you want to eat steamed pears first or have some porridge first?"

Chen Zheng coughed a few times and pointed to the steamed pear.

"Then eat the pears first."

Chen Zheng sat down, drank some pear soup first, then looked at the pears in the bowl, as if talking to himself in a low voice.

"So sweet..."

"Sweet can't help, eat it quickly, I don't want my body to cough up problems again."

Chen Zheng had no choice but to finish eating the pear silently, and then drank a few mouthfuls of porridge to dilute the sweet taste in his mouth.

"By the way," Chen Jia suddenly thought of something, "What's the name of that tall guy in the dormitory with you?"

Chen Zheng paused holding the spoon, and looked at Chen Jia suspiciously.

"There is no one taller than me in our dormitory."

Chen Jia was taken aback by Chen Zheng's answer.

It shouldn't be, that person is at least 1.9 meters tall, and I'm still half a head short of standing next to him, saying that Chen Zheng is the tallest in their dormitory. Is this kid too confident or has bad eyesight?

"No, that man is taller than you, with longer hair than Bancun, and sharp eyes."

Chen Zheng thought about it, shook his head, and really didn't know this person.

"That's strange. Could it be that he changed dormitories with someone?"

Chen Jia folded his hands on his chest and muttered, but he didn't notice Chen Zheng's expression, and suddenly became cold. Chen Zheng got up and slowly approached Chen Jia who hadn't noticed.

"You care about him?"

There was coldness in Chen Zheng's hoarse voice, but Chen Jia didn't pay attention at all, and then replied.

"Yes."

I am concerned about his height, how long it is, next time I will ask if there is any trick.

Chen Jia didn't think there was anything wrong with his answer, but there was something wrong with Chen Zheng's eyes.

"Senior, don't forget, there is something tonight."