Quick Wear: The Rescue Plan of the Male Supporting Actor of the Popular Cannon Fodder

Chapter 412: The fierce and rough boss saved 62

After Zhou Jun left, the small western-style building returned to silence again, and the only sound was Cheng Zheng's heavy yet steady breathing on the sofa.

Wen Yang lowered his eyes and looked at Cheng Zheng, who was leaning on the sofa with his eyes closed. It was a rare occasion that he looked directly at him.

The man's face appeared particularly calm under the soft warm yellow light. His usually meticulous hairstyle now looked a little messy, but it lacked some of his usual sharp edge.

His shirt was thin, and his muscular arms bulged like a pair of sexy peaks.

Wen Yang couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

But even when he was asleep, there was a shallow groove between Cheng Zheng's brows, and he was not completely relaxed.

Seeing this, Wen Yang slowly approached, stretched out his hand as if possessed by a ghost, and gently stroked Cheng Zheng's slightly wrinkled brows.

The moment her fingers touched Cheng Zheng and she felt his warm body temperature, a wonderful feeling spread from her fingertips.

Cheng Zheng seemed to feel Wen Yang's touch, and his eyelids moved slightly.

Wen Yang seemed to be suddenly scalded. He quickly withdrew his hand and took two small steps back.

She looked at Cheng Zheng nervously, afraid that Cheng Zheng would open his eyes the next second and ask her what she had just done.

After a long while, Cheng Zheng's eyes were still closed and he did not make any follow-up movements. Only then did Wen Yang feel relieved.

She picked up the honey water on the table, gently pushed Cheng Zheng's shoulder, and called out softly, "Mr. Cheng."

However, Cheng Zheng just moved slightly on the sofa without opening his eyes.

Seeing this, Wen Yang felt a little helpless. She leaned close to Cheng Zheng's ear and said in a softer voice, "Mr. Cheng, get up and drink some honey water to wake you up."

The hot breath from Wen Yang brushed against Cheng Zheng's ears as he spoke. Perhaps feeling a slight tingling sensation, Cheng Zheng struggled to open his eyelids and sat up forward.

Through his blurry vision, he saw Wen Yang looking at him with a worried look on his face, holding a cup of steaming stuff in his hand.

"Where am I?" Cheng Zheng asked in a hoarse voice.

"You are at home now. You have drunk too much. Drink this to sober up." Wen Yang thought Cheng Zheng was sober, so she handed the cup in her hand to Cheng Zheng while speaking.

Cheng Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly and was able to barely see the outline of the person in front of him. Although he couldn't see clearly what was inside the porcelain cup, he still recognized it from the sweet aroma emanating from the cup. It was a cup of honey.

The familiar smell instantly brought his thoughts back to the times when he was tenderly cared for.

Whenever he got drunk in the past, Wen Yang would always considerately prepare a glass of honey water and gently whisper it in his ear to wake him up and let him drink it.

The gentle memories that spanned several worlds overlapped at this moment.

Under the influence of alcohol, Cheng Zheng subconsciously asked as he did before: "Wife, can you please feed me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Zheng lost his balance and fell forward crookedly.

Wen Yang was still immersed in the shock of Cheng Zheng calling her "wife" when she saw Cheng Zheng in front of her suddenly lose his balance.

She didn't have time to think about it, so she quickly bent down and took a step forward, ready to support Cheng Zheng.

The next second, Cheng Zheng's head hit her neck.

At this moment, Wen Yang seemed to be under a spell of immobilization, and dared not move at all.

She could feel Cheng Zheng's hot breath on her neck, with a faint smell of alcohol.

"You...wake up..." Wen Yang's voice trembled unconsciously.

Especially when she felt the breath coming from the crook of her neck, the blood in her body seemed to burn like fire. In such a panic, her rationality flew away.

After a long time, there was no movement from Cheng Zheng, so Wen Yang raised the hand that was not holding the cup, pressed it against Cheng Zheng's shoulder, and tried to push Cheng Zheng towards the back of the sofa.

Just when she felt a little tired, she suddenly felt a lightness in the crook of her neck.

The next second, Cheng Zheng's handsome face suddenly appeared in front of her, and his ink-black eyes were staring at her without blinking.

Wen Yang's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he hurriedly tried to stand up, but Cheng Zheng grabbed the wrist holding the honey water and pulled it towards him.

Due to inertia, Wen Yang's body staggered suddenly, and the honey water in his hand also shook, spilling half a cup onto the ground.

"It's all spilled!" Wen Yang stared at the puddle of water on the ground and exclaimed in a low voice.

She wanted to break free, but was afraid of spilling the remaining half cup of honey water, so she could only obediently let Cheng Zheng hold her wrist like this.

Just as she was about to ask Cheng Zheng to let her go, she heard the man in front of her ask in a leisurely tone: "Wife, why don't you feed me?"

The distance between the two was very close, Wen Yang could even feel the hot breath from Cheng Zheng on her face. She didn't know why Cheng Zheng called her his wife.

Was it because he was drunk and unconscious that he mistook her for someone else...?

Wen Yang glanced at Cheng Zheng with a complicated expression, took a deep breath, and finally mustered up the courage to speak: "Brother Cheng, look carefully, I'm Wen Yang, who is your wife?"

When Cheng Zheng heard Wen Yang ask this, he leaned back on the sofa and raised his eyes, smiling helplessly: "Who else could it be? My wife... Of course it's only you, Wen Yang..."

Wen Yang originally thought Cheng Zheng was drunk and mistook her for someone else, so she gave her own name in the hope of sobering him up. Unexpectedly, she heard Cheng Zheng's definitive answer again. She panicked and quickly denied it, "Brother Cheng, you must have mistaken me. I'm not the Wen Yang you're looking for."

After all, her current relationship with Cheng Zheng is not even a romantic one, let alone a husband-wife relationship.

However, just when Wen Yang thought his words could make Cheng Zheng realize the reality, he heard the man in front of him slowly say: "Impossible, I couldn't have recognized the wrong person. It was only with the correct guidance that I found you when you were in danger."