why the middle and lower

Zheng Yijun tossed and turned on the bed, and two hours later, he drove out by himself to have fun.

Who doesn't know that Zheng Dashao's joy is his elder brother Wei Feng.So he sneaked into the campus of CUHK late at night, hoping to give Wei Feng a visit in the middle of the night.

There is a ten thousand year old tree next to the boys dormitory building. The trunk is straight and thick, which can hide several people.It was there that when Zheng Yijun passed by, Wei Wei heard a few unsavory words.As he got closer, the voice seemed more and more familiar.

He didn't care about it, even if it disturbed others, he had to go around to find out.When he poked his head out and saw Wei Feng's disheveled body being pressed against the tree trunk by He Xu, he completely collapsed.

"Brother Wei Feng! You..."

Without giving them a chance to react, Zheng Yijun pulled He Xu away, and said to him viciously: "He Xu, you bastard, who gave you the right to do this? Brother Wei Feng is mine!"

He Xu didn't say a word, his interest was gone, he just pulled up his pants and checked the time on his phone.

"Why are you here?" Wei Feng's tone showed no emotion.

This made Zheng Yijun so embarrassing for a moment, he turned around and wanted to leave, Wei Feng put on his clothes and followed quickly.

"How long have you guys been like this?" Zheng Yijun walked faster and faster, not forgetting to turn around and ask.

Wei Feng followed closely, thought about it seriously, and replied, "Last month."

"Is it his overlord who has forced himself to bow?"

Wei Feng raised his hand to hold Zheng Yijun, making him turn around to face himself, and said out of breath, "Yes."

"Neither you nor I have done that kind of thing, but you gave it to him. Do you like him?" Zheng Yijun said with aggrieved face.

"How could I like that kind of person?"

"Then who do you like?"

Wei Feng was stumped by this question immediately, he didn't think about it.In the past, he only knew that what he liked was women, and any woman was fine, and he could be said to like it.Now I've done it with the man, and it's not as disgusting as he imagined.What he doesn't like is only the person who loves him.He Xu was a pervert in his eyes, a pervert he couldn't get rid of.

Seeing that the other party was stunned, Zheng Yijun tried another question: "Brother, do you like me?"

Wei Feng felt it was time to give him a positive answer, and all he could say was: "I don't hate you."

Happiness came so suddenly that Zheng Yijun raised the corners of his mouth and slammed into Wei Feng's arms, as if nothing had happened just now.

The next day, the unlucky Zheng Shao followed Mr. He to the construction site early to inspect the cooperation project signed at the last reception.His father gave him full authority over the resort development project this time, and asked him to do more practical work and less talk about love for his children.In order not to be taken back to the United States again, he could only agree to all his father's demands.

"The person I don't want to see the last time is you," Zheng Shao has always been outspoken. Although he and Mr. He are walking side by side, his eyes are full of disgust for each other.

"Be careful," He Xu saw that Zheng Yijun almost stepped on the wire on the ground, and grabbed his arm violently.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Yijun tried to shake off his hand, staggered and finally fell heavily on the ground.

"what......!"

It is late summer and early autumn, and the weather is still dry and hot.Zheng Yijun was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, and his entire left arm was cut slantingly. The wound was grim, and blood flowed out slowly, winding down.

He Xu's complexion changed, seeing that Zheng Yijun not only cut his arm but also cut his face, he bent down without saying a word, supported his back with one hand, passed through the bend of his leg with the other hand, and hugged him horizontally.

"He Xu, what are you doing? Let me go!"

He Xu carried him into the back seat of the car, held his fair and delicate face and said: "The face is scratched."

Zheng Yijun pulled his hand away, and then heard him say: "Sorry, I didn't like you."

"Sorry? Why are you apologizing? I'm not a child. What does the injury have to do with you?"

"You are eight years younger than me, and I have this obligation."

After He Xu sent him to the hospital, he called Zheng Yijun's father. Zheng's father said, "Young people should suffer some setbacks." Now he was relieved, there will be more waiting for him in the future.

Yan Xiaokun came back with coffee, and when he learned that the young master had gone to the hospital, he threw away the coffee cup and rushed over with speed and gear.

"Master!" He saw that the young master was so anxious that he was about to cry, "I promised that the master would take good care of you and not let you have any mistakes. It's all my fault that you are doing like this now!"

"Why do you all treat me like a child? It's annoying to hear." Zheng Yijun seemed to think that this matter was more serious than his injury, which might not get better in a short time.

Yan Xiaokun called Wei Feng: "Brother Wei Feng, come to the hospital quickly, the young master is injured."

The other side said: "Don't make trouble, it's time to go to work, let's talk about it after work."

"It's true. I didn't make a fuss. The doctor said it was quite serious, and it might cause inflammation."

"You can go get an actor award, don't bother me at work," he said before hanging up.With the lessons learned from the past, Wei Feng will naturally not easily believe his words this time.

In desperation, Yan Xiaokun had no choice but to pick up Zheng Yijun's mobile phone, take a few photos of his wounds, and send them to Wei Feng's WeChat along with the location of the hospital.When Wei Feng saw the photo and location, he didn't even say hello, but ran downstairs to take a taxi.

"Brother Wei Feng, you're here!" Zheng Yijun smiled, looking at him like a kitten.

"You're still so happy when you're injured? I just came here to see if you're still alive," Wei Feng ran all the way to the ward, still not breathing well, and when he saw He Xu, he stood aside and glanced at him.

"I know that brother Wei Feng cares about me. My hand hurts to death. Come here quickly."

Wei Feng didn't go over immediately, but walked up to He Xu, lowered his voice and said, "If something happens to him, I can't spare you."

The gloom in He Xu's eyes immediately deepened.

"Brother Wei Feng, I want to go home, can you take me home? My hands will be very inconvenient, can you move here and live with me?" Zheng Yijun asked.

He Xu glanced at Wei Feng, Wei Feng glanced back at him, and strode away without saying a word.