Chapter 200: : Teaching place 38

Cai Qian obviously didn't believe it, and sneered: "It seems that our husband has nothing more than that in Young Master Zheng's heart."
Wei Yan raised his eyes suddenly, with a dull expression under his eyes, and squinted warningly, "Cai Yao."
The voice was low and full of chills.
Cai Qian's heart trembled with caution, and realized that he had angered his husband by speaking outright, and he hurriedly lowered his face to admit his mistake: "Sir, I was wrong."
Don't turn a blind eye to him like you did in Yanglin Town last time, it's worse than killing him.
Zheng Quzhi didn't want to let Cai Qian be punished because of himself. He didn't know when he stayed in Wei's house. If Cai Qian was punished by Wei Yan again because of himself, then Cai Qian would definitely hold his hatred on him.
He said: "Don't get angry, Mr. Cai, Brother Cai is concerned about you." After a pause, he said: "Besides, your weight in my heart is still very heavy."
Upon hearing this, Wei Yan tilted his head and glanced at Zheng Quzhi.
"Not angry." After a while, he withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes again.
As for whether it is really lifeless or a dead duck mouth, only he knows.
It was zero o'clock when I returned to Wei's house, and there was little snow floating outside. Zheng Quzhi got out of the car and squeezed under Qi's umbrella, baring his teeth and said with a smile: "Big Brother Qi, let's go in together."
Wei Yan forbids him not to hold an umbrella in a snowy day, and he dare not squeeze an umbrella with Cai Qian when Cai Qian is in a bad mood, so he can only hug Qi Mao's thigh.
"come."
Before Qi Xu could speak, there was a voice behind him.
Zheng Quzhi turned his head and opened his mouth in surprise. I thought that Cai Qian would be holding an umbrella for Wei Yan, but I didn't expect Cai Qian to go directly into Wei's house alone, holding his head full of snow.
Wei Yan was holding a black umbrella and staring at him calmly.
Zheng Quzhi quickly loosened Qi Xi's shoulders and rushed under Wei Yan's umbrella. After standing still, he looked up at Wei Yan with a smile, and stretched out his hand toward Wei Yan's hand: "I'll hold an umbrella."
The hand touched Wei Yan's cold hand, Zheng Quzhi patted it, but did not get a response. He couldn't help but raised his eyebrows at Wei Yan who seemed to be staring at him in a daze: "Wei Yan?"
Wei Yan's pupils had been in focus, and he looked down at Zheng Quzhi who was very close to him, his Adam's apple moved slightly, Ren Zheng Quzhi's hand was placed on the back of his umbrella, and he suddenly bowed his head unexpectedly.
Qi Yue's head exploded, and he quickly turned and left in a panic. He strayed from the gate in a panic. At this moment, he couldn't bother to find the gate and the umbrella. He hurriedly overcame the wall and entered Wei's house.
Outside the house
Zheng Quzhi froze, seeing Wei Yan's face getting closer and closer to him, but he froze all over, unable to react.
Looking at the thin red lips about to cover Zheng Quzhi's lips, Wei Yan suddenly hesitated again, his head slightly deflected, and his head leaned on Zheng Quzhi's shoulder.
Zheng Quzhi only felt that the stagnant blood was flowing again, but there was an unknown emotion floating in his heart. Is it lucky or...depressed?
Regardless of thinking deeply, Zheng Quzhi mentioned God, put his hand on Wei Yan's back, and asked somewhat helplessly: "Wei Yan, what's wrong with you?"
"A bit tired." Wei Yan spoke softly after a few seconds of silence.
Snow was still flying in the sky, and under the umbrella, the two stood close in a hug-like manner.
About two minutes later, Wei Yan straightened up casually. No emotion could be seen on Qing Jun's face, and his eyes were pale: "Let's go."
Zheng Quzhi nodded hurriedly and followed him inside. On the road, I secretly looked at Wei Yan several times, but didn't dare to ask what he wanted to ask.
Tired?
Could it be that your own movies are ugly and tired of watching other bigwigs? Or is it that Mr. Wei never tried to sleep so late, and it is rare that he didn't sleep so late, so he was tired?
Zheng Quzhi, who was sent back to the room, sat on the bed and sighed. Wei Yan didn't make his words clear, and he was at a loss. He had to worry about whether it was his own cause...
Also, when Wei Yan lowered his head, what was in his mind? Thinking of this, Zheng Quzhi tightened his lips. Why was he a little...expected? ? ?
I don’t know if it’s because I slept too much in the theater, or the things at night were so annoying that Zheng Quzhi didn't fall asleep all night, and only fell asleep at three or four in the morning.
When I woke up the next day, I finally got a good cold and worsened again, even a little fever. Zheng Qu knew that he couldn't get up, and his head hurt so badly that he simply went to sleep.
In a daze, I heard the voice of Qi Xi and Wei Yan talking.
The sound came to his ears intermittently, probably because the illness was aggravated. He was very upset by Wei Yan’s voice. Zheng Quzhi wanted to open his eyes and explain a few words, but his eyelids were too heavy and he didn’t work for a long time success.
Finally, with a slightly cool hand covering his eyelid, Zheng Quzhi's heart settled down, and he fell asleep again without trying to open his eyes.
Qi Xu tightened his eyebrows with some worry: "This time entering the illusion has consumed too much energy for him. He should have been cold again last night, coupled with unstable spiritual energy, the illness has worsened."
Feeling the hotness under his hand, a coldness flashed in Wei Yan's eyes: "His injury has been transferred to me. It is not the cause of the illusion."
"Moved to Mr.?" Cai Qian, who had not said a word, suddenly said loudly.
Qi Mo glared at him with hatred for iron and steel, this silly boy! Is it time to mention this? ! ! He quickly moved away from the subject: "What is the reason?"
Wei Yan was silent, her eyebrows drooped.
It's that person.
The lingering man.
"You go out." He retracted his hand and said to the two people behind him.
Cai Qian wanted to say something, but before he could say it, Qi Ye covered his mouth and was dragged out by half pulling and half dragging.
"You idiot!" As soon as he went out, Qi Yue knocked over with a burst of chestnuts, "Mister likes Zheng Quzhi, you can't see it?!!!"
As soon as the voice fell, after seeing Cai Yuan's shocked face, Qi Lin was silent. How obvious is this careful thought, sir! They have been with the husband for so long, this idiot still has no eyesight to see? ? ?
"Mr. is kind to him, but it's because he needs him." It took a long time before Cai Qian suffocated a word.
"Anyway, I'll leave it here! Your husband must like Zheng Quzhi. In the future, maybe Zheng Quzhi will be another owner of Wei's house! If you block your husband from chasing Zheng Quzhi, you will be driven out of Wei's house by your husband. Don't blame me, brother, I didn't remind you!" Qi Ning rolled his eyes, put his words down, and left.
Zheng Qu knows that he is ill, and he can't help much, so let's take care of the variety show.
The program team will send Wei Zhai an invitation letter no matter which episode is recorded. He only needs to call and get in touch. It's just that the program team must arrange the arrangements. After the husband is on the program, he and Zheng Quzhi have few opportunities in the same frame.