Zhou Ziheng who was hugged was stunned on the spot.

What's happening here? How did he hug himself?

"Hey...you should be sober..." Zhou Ziheng struggled to free his hand to push Xia Xiqing.

It’s okay if you don’t push. With this push, Xia Xiqing, who was buried on his neck, suddenly exhaled, and the warm gas mixed with the aroma of red wine climbed up Zhou Ziheng’s side neck to his ears, ignited a flame, and burned his whole body. up.

Zhou Ziheng woke up in a flash, and the alarms hidden somewhere in his mind rang.

"Hello!"

He quickly broke free from Xia Xiqing's arms, started the car without putting on his seat belt, and drove to the hotel in a daze.

He obviously didn't drink, but Zhou Ziheng felt that he was unconscious and his mind was full of hallucinations, just like in that underground passage. This feeling is strange and powerful, almost occupying Zhou Ziheng's senses in an aggressive manner, and he cannot help but object.

Before getting out of the car, Zhou Ziheng put on his hat. The previous panic had not completely dissipated, so he even forgot to wear a mask, so he dragged Xia Xiqing into the hotel just like that.

Fortunately, Jiang Yin had said something before, telling him that Xia Xiqing's hotel was arranged in a hotel near him, otherwise Zhou Ziheng really didn't know where Xia Xiqing lived.

It was already two or three o'clock in the morning, and there were not many staff members in the hotel lobby, but an enthusiastic boy came forward and helped Zhou Ziheng to help Xia Xiqing into the elevator. After the elevator door closed, Zhou Ziheng let go of his hand in disgust, and let the staff member support Xia Xiqing.

The atmosphere in the elevator suddenly became quiet.

The staff looked at Zhou Ziheng several times, and Zhou Ziheng remembered that he was not wearing a mask.

Ah... I've been recognized.

Are you a fan? Always looking at myself.

"That..." The staff member said a little embarrassedly, "Sir..."

Zhou Ziheng showed him a professional smile, "I'm sorry, you can go up first for group photos and autographs..."

"No...sir, it's like this," the staff helped Xia Xiqing who was about to slide down, coughed awkwardly, and explained with apologetic expression, "The elevators here can only be used after swiping the room card , could I trouble you to take out your room card and swipe the elevator."

Zhou Ziheng wished that the elevator would explode right now.

I thought it would be embarrassing enough to mistake others for my fans, but I didn't expect that there was something more embarrassing waiting for him.

He searched Xia Xiqing's body, but couldn't find his room card.

"Hmm...my friend's room card doesn't seem to be on me..." Zhou Ziheng's scalp was numb, and he still maintained the calmness that a famous actor should have on the surface. "Then what, or I will open another room now."

Zhou Ziheng's past 20 years have been smooth sailing, but ever since he met Xia Xiqing, everything seemed to be going wrong, and the embarrassment was thrown at his grandma's house.

The young lady at the front desk was much more enthusiastic than the male staff, her eyes seemed to be fixed on Zhou Ziheng, "Hi, may I help you?"

"Are there any free rooms?" Zhou Ziheng felt a little uncomfortable, seeing another **** duty took out her mobile phone to secretly take pictures, so she pulled her collar and quietly covered half of her face.

"Excuse me, how many rooms do you need?" The front desk lady smiled sweetly at Zhou Ziheng.

Zhou Ziheng glanced back at Xia Xiqing who was helped to the sofa in the hall by the staff.

Send him to the room and go back to your hotel, it's not far anyway.

Zhou Ziheng turned his head and said to the lady at the front desk, "One room."

The lady at the front desk looked down at the system, "Okay, we only have one deluxe double room left here, do you think it's okay?"

"Yeah." Anyway, he slept by himself.

The hotel boy just now helped Zhou Ziheng to help Xia Xiqing into the elevator. This time Zhou Ziheng had a long memory, and swiped his room card as soon as he got up. Although Xia Xiqing looked very thin, he was still a man of about 1.8 meters. Zhou Ziheng and the hotel boy took a lot of effort to help him into the room.

Sure enough, it is a deluxe double room, completely Kingsize. Looking at the decoration of this room, Zhou Ziheng couldn't help but roll his eyes in his heart. But he still turned around and smiled at the hotel boy, "Thank you, thank you for your hard work."

"It's okay." The young man didn't know if he was tired or what, his face was flushed, "It's not hard, it's not hard."

Zhou Ziheng smiled dryly, seeing that the young man had no intention of leaving, he waited for a long time before speaking, "Then you..."

Only then did the little brother express his real appeal, "Ah, I, I actually like you quite a bit. I mean, I have watched many of your plays. Ziheng, can you sign me?" He took out a black marker pen from nowhere, held it in both hands, and handed it carefully to Zhou Ziheng, then took off the hotel overalls to reveal a T-shirt, and turned his back cheerfully, "The sign behind the sign May I?"

Well, this T-shirt is the same style as Zhou Ziheng Airport.

Zhou Ziheng was really embarrassed. If this person is not my fan, then what happened just now is fine, anyway, it will be forgotten after two days, but this person is really my fan!

It's too embarrassing, and I'm ashamed to throw it in front of my fans.

Zhou Ziheng held the pen resentfully, and signed his name with a professional smirk on his face, "Thank you for your support."

The young man was so happy, he took the pen and stepped back while talking, "Zi Heng, you have to work hard, I will always support you." He retreated to the door, still whispering, "Pay attention to your body, you will change soon. God, come on."

"..." Zhou Ziheng walked to the door, wanted to close the door for this little fan who was reluctant to leave, and said to him with a smile, "Don't post what happened today on Weibo."

"Hmm! Goodbye Ziheng!"

The world is finally quiet.

After being teased by him like this, Zhou Ziheng almost forgot that there was a real big trouble lying on the bed. He thought about whether he should find some master to tell his fortune recently, and felt that everything was not going well. Standing by the bed and looking at Xia Xiqing who had passed out, Zhou Ziheng wondered if he should wipe his face or something, but he had never taken care of others, so he was not used to it or good at it.

As soon as I struggled, I felt that there was no place to put my hands, and I pulled the zipper of my coat up and down.

Forget it, send the Buddha to the west.

Zhou Ziheng went to the bathroom, wet the towel and wiped Xia Xiqing's face indiscriminately. This person's skin was so good, much better than many female stars he had acted with before, so Zhou Ziheng involuntarily relaxed his movements.

Through the towel, his fingers gently wiped from the bridge of the nose to the tip of the nose, and paused. That little mole on the tip of the nose is like a small sesame seed, dotted on the tip of the nose, it looks so obedient.

good? Forget it, Xia Xiqing has nothing to do with this word at all. Zhou Ziheng, who was sitting by the bed, stood up, put the towel back in the bathroom, walked back to cover Xia Xiqing with the quilt, and prepared to leave the hotel room.

As soon as he lifted his foot to go, his wrist was dragged.

Turning around, he found that the dazed Xia Xiqing had grabbed his hand and was still muttering something, but he couldn't make out what he was saying.

It seems to tell him not to go.

His hands are so hot. Zhou Ziheng turned around, squeezed Xia Xiqing's palm, and found that it was really hot. Xia Xiqing was wearing a thin white shirt all day today, and he must have caught a cold after drinking wine and blowing the wind at night.

To be honest, if Xia Xiqing was not the one lying on the bed with a fever and drunk at this time, Zhou Ziheng would definitely stay and take care of him without hesitation.

But it was Xia Xiqing who he couldn't avoid. Xiao Zhou, who has a strong sense of morality, began to hesitate.

Xia Xiqing muttered again, frowning slightly, curled up sideways, still holding Zhou Ziheng's hand firmly.

A little soft.

No, you can't be soft-hearted!

Anyway, it's just one night, it doesn't look like a high fever, a big man should not be burned to death, he has done his best.

After finding an excuse for himself, Zhou Ziheng broke Xia Xiqing's hand cruelly, opened the door without delay, and walked out.

Xia Xiqing almost died of anger.

I already hinted like this, so I almost used the alcohol to hold down a forced kiss. Why can't this wooden head open his mind? Could it be that he is really a straight man of steel? He opened his eyes annoyedly, staring at the ceiling.

He obviously sent it to him, and even wiped his face and covered himself with a quilt, but in the end, he just left? ?

Are you a healthy adult...

It was useless to scold Zhou Ziheng in his heart, when he suddenly heard the sound of the door being opened again, so he quickly closed his eyes.

Not leaving again? Xia Xiqing murmured in his heart, what's going on with this kid, he's always upside down.

It's not that Zhou Ziheng doesn't want to leave, he really wants to leave, but the key point is that he discovered an important thing as soon as he went out - he couldn't find his hotel room card after searching for a long time. So, Zhou Ziheng, who was about to slam the door of Xia Xiqing's room, could only turn around angrily, wondering if he had left this room.

"Where did you go? Maybe you didn't bring it with you..." Zhou Ziheng whispered to himself while searching.

Xia Xiqing was overjoyed, it was amazing, God helped him to find a man.

After searching for a whole circle, Zhou Ziheng still couldn't find his room card, guessing in his heart that he must not have brought it with him at all, so he could only sit on the sofa and look dejectedly at Xia Xiqing who was lying motionless on the bed. After struggling for a long time, he finally gave up the idea of ​​going back to the hotel. He patted the sofa, which was still soft.

It's enough for one night. Anyway, I have experienced the difficult environment of filming before, not to mention Xia Xiqing is still running a fever. If he really burns to death, whose responsibility is it?

After thinking a lot in a mess, Zhou Ziheng sighed, went to the bathroom to wash hastily, and when he came out, he walked to the bed and glanced at Xia Xiqing who was wrapped in the quilt by him. His face was half covered by his hair, and there was an inexplicable feeling. Vulnerability.

Zhou Ziheng stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Xia Xiqing's forehead, but for some reason, his hand hung in the air, and he stopped again.

The shadow of his hand fell on his side face, and it merged with the scattered hair in a dark tone, forming a black haze, and withdrew his hand little by little.

It should be fine, let's go to sleep.

Zhou Ziheng left the bed, just put his hand on the light switch, and thought of Xia Xiqing's appearance in the dark, paused, and finally only turned off the ceiling light, leaving a light on the bedside.

Glancing at Xia Xiqing who was curled up with his back turned to him, Zhou Ziheng walked lightly to the sofa. He was already half-tired after recording the show all night, and fell asleep not long after lying on the sofa.

Xia Xiqing didn't know how long he had been lying down. From the moment Zhou Ziheng lay down, he hadn't closed his eyes, and his expression was as calm as the surface of the sea under a moonlit night.

Behind him is the lamp that Zhou Ziheng left for him. The warm yellow light seemed to penetrate the thick quilt and hit his butterfly bones straight.

A plan is always just a plan.

He originally planned to take the bait of Zhou Ziheng today. Even if he didn't do it to the end, he had to do something. He was a man anyway. He really didn't believe that he couldn't make Zhou Ziheng angry. A twenty-year-old young man couldn't bear to be teased .

That was indeed the plan.

But when Zhou Ziheng left the light on for him, these thoughts piled up in his chest were like a smoke bomb, which exploded with a bang, and then disappeared. Some inexplicable emotions replaced those desires, and they were blocked in my heart again.

Make people uncomfortable.

Xia Xiqing hates this feeling, he hates all the feelings that make him look vulnerable.

After tossing and turning and unable to fall asleep, Xia Xiqing lifted the quilt and got off the bed, and walked to the sofa. Zhou Ziheng was too tall, and he was nestled on the sofa in an awkward posture without covering him with a quilt.

Like a big dog in a fence.

Xia Xiqing squatted halfway, his eyes languidly scanning Zhou Ziheng's body. This face, which almost perfectly fit his own aesthetics, had been traced in his brain countless times and drawn on paper.

Zhou Ziheng slept deeply, breathing steadily and slowly. Xia Xiqing stretched out a finger, used it as a paintbrush, with a distance of less than one centimeter between the fingertip and the skin, and gently slid down from his forehead to the three-dimensional eyebrows. The bones, the high bridge of the nose, and the delicate peak of the lips.

stopped.

Slowly bending his fingers, Xia Xiqing turned his head and moved closer to his face, the distance gradually getting closer.

Zoom in, zoom in again.

Like an emotional classic scene in a movie.

Until his warm breath almost sprayed Xia Xiqing's face, the distance between his lips was only a few millimeters. His face is divided by light and shade, one side is the warm yellow diffused by the bedside lamp, and the other side is the darkness that should belong to the late night.

The moment his lips were about to touch, Xia Xiqing gave up. He stood up and inserted his fingers into his hair a little irritably.

What exactly are you doing?

Only a little girl does this kind of thing, like a fool.

Scratching his hair, Xia Xiqing went to the bed and took the quilt to the sofa, took off the gray-green jacket that Zhou Ziheng was covering, and threw the quilt on him quite casually. support.

After lighting a cigarette, Xia Xiqing sat on another sofa. The smoke soaked his not sober brain and turned it into some kind of wonderful tranquilizer. After smoking a cigarette, he almost woke up, grabbed Zhou Ziheng's jacket, put it on, and left the hotel.

When I got out of the elevator, I met the little brother who was supporting me at the front desk. He stared at him with a black question mark face as he got out of the elevator door. Xia Xiqing took off his hat and walked to the front desk. A pair of peach blossom eyes completed the beautiful arc.

"thank you."

"You..." The little brother came back to his senses and quickly changed his words, "You...you were drunk in the room...then he..."

"Ah~ yes, I'm sober." Xia Xiqing tapped his fingers on the marble cabinet at the front desk lightly, "If Ziheng wakes up tomorrow morning, please tell him, I'll take his clothes away."

After finishing speaking, Xia Xiqing put both hands in his pockets, shrunk his chin into the raised collar, and said lightly, "It's so cold~"

Just like that, he left the hotel in a dignified, unrestrained and frank manner.

After returning home, Xia Xiqing didn't go anywhere. He slept in the apartment for a whole day. Recording a program almost exhausted his energy. I went outside to sketch, and as soon as I walked out, I received a call from Chen Fang.

Chen Fang grew up with Xia Xiqing, a straight boy, almost cheated by Xia Xiqing, but the friendship has always been good.

"Hi, Xi Qing."

"Yo, you still remember me." Xia Xiqing clamped the phone with his shoulders, and locked the door with great effort. The environment of this apartment is not bad. At first, he fell in love with him because it was a building from the last century, which was of great artistic value and cost a lot of money. The price is rented, but many facilities are actually not easy to use. It takes a lot of effort to lock it every time. Xia Xiqing usually does not go home and is too lazy to bother, but now he has rejected the offer from abroad, and he is basically not going to go out again when he comes back. , I have to seriously find a place to stay.

Just in time to receive a call from Chen Fang, Xia Xiqing asked casually, "Oh, by the way, are you working as an intermediary now? Is there any better building recently?"

"You are the real estate agent. Your whole family is the real estate agent."

"Sorry, my family is engaged in development." Xia Xiqing smiled, "Seriously, I'll take a house from you, and you can help me look at it."

Chen Fang sighed for a while, but finally compromised, "What do you always want, Young Master Xia?"

"The view is good, the place is quiet, and the location is not too far away. Don't be too dark to see anything at night. The price doesn't matter."

The last few words were like a knife piercing into Chen Xin's heart. As expected of the rich second generation, Chen Fang clicked his tongue a few times in his heart, "Your request is really good, the scenery is good and quiet are small villas, That's not in the city center."

"Stop talking nonsense, do you have any there?" Xia Xiqing went downstairs in the elevator, the sun was shining outside, making people warm, "If you don't want to do business, I can just pour this pot of fat water into other people's fields ah."

"I haven't finished yet. You always ask someone else to find it for you. Who am I, Chen Fang? That's not an ordinary person. Recently, I really have a house, a duplex on the top floor of a luxury apartment on the second floor. There are floor-to-ceiling windows on the upper and lower four hundred square meters, and the location is really good. The people living there are all rich people, and the privacy is very good. How about I show you there later?"

This Chen Fang really won't lose the chain at the critical moment.

"Okay, I'll find you downstairs in your company in the afternoon."

"Don't drive such a nice car, I beg you." Chen Fang remembered that when he first joined the job last time, he managed to hook up with the young lady who was doing an internship with him. He was about to make an appointment to go downstairs to the company to eat ramen. Xia Xiqing drove a Maserati there. The matter of giving him watermelon, with just a few words, the little girl was seduced out of her mind.

Xia Xiqing was overjoyed, "I'll take a taxi, don't worry."

Speaking of sketching, Xia Xiqing did not find a particularly suitable place. He used to live in a city on the Yangtze River, and he especially loved going to the river beach. In spring, the yellow willow branches are soft, and in summer, the sunflowers are in full bloom. On the river beach, there are large tracts of reeds in autumn, and the snow scene in winter is also beautiful.

Standing in front of the artificial lake in Huxin Park, Xia Xiqing felt as if he heard the wind from the river.

It whizzed past in my heart, blowing my chest empty.

The scenery here is really ordinary, so there is nothing to choose. Xia Xiqing **** his hair casually, and there was a small knot in the back of his head. He stood in front of the drawing board, put his left hand in his pocket, and held a sketch pencil in his right hand to draw casually, perfunctorily. It's over. A few little girls walked by and secretly photographed him, but Xia Xiqing didn't care. He probably saw him on Weibo and recognized him.

There was a young man sitting on the bench by the lake, he was pretty good looking, he was playing with his phone with his head down, and occasionally glanced at him.

While drawing, a little girl who looked five or six years old walked up to Xia Xiqing, holding a lollipop bigger than her face in her hand, staring at Xia Xiqing with her face up, stared at it for a long time, and stretched out her hand to grab it. Grabbing the corner of Xia Xiqing's clothes, he stammered, "Brother, can you draw a picture for me?"

Xia Xiqing also stared at her for a while, then asked solemnly, "Why should I draw for you?"

The little girl stammered for a while, then said, "Then I want one."

Xia Xi was delighted. He looked around and found no adults. He turned the pen in his hand, "Little guy, where are your parents?"

"I don't know." The little girl licked the lollipop and said in a childish voice, "Mom was still here just now."

Lost. Xia Xiqing sighed, "Okay, my brother will draw a picture for you, you are not allowed to move." Xia Xiqing pointed to a small flower bed next to him, "You sit here, remember, models are not allowed to move around, obediently Sit."

"Um!"

Seeing the little girl sitting down obediently, Xia Xiqing turned around and said to the girl who was secretly taking pictures of him just now, "Excuse me, can you do me a favor?"

The girl who secretly took pictures of him blushed suddenly, and the internet celebrity brother actually talked to him, and asked her to tell the staff about the missing child, where did the fairy brother come from.

Ever since Xia Xiqing put the high hat of "model" on the little girl, the little girl was so obedient, she didn't even move her buttocks when she was squatting, and she didn't even eat the candy, so she just held it up in front of her chest, Xia Xiqing wanted to laugh when she saw it. Ten minutes later, a young woman came running from a distance, calling out a nickname.

"Brother, my mother seems to be calling me. Can I move?"

Xia Xiqing accepted the last few strokes with a smile, "Move."

"Mom! I'm here!" The little girl was bouncing up and holding up her lollipop, and the young woman rushed over to hug her, "I scared my mother to death, you disappeared as soon as I turned around, my heart almost jumped out Yes. Why are you here?"

The little girl pointed at Xia Xiqing with a lollipop, "Brother told me to draw for me, and said that I am a model and should not run around."

Xia Xiqing took down the painting and handed it to the little girl, "Here, your painting. The next time you lose it with your mother, it will be the same. You have to wait for your mother at the same place as a little model."

The little girl took the painting, which showed a cute little braid, and the lollipop in her hand turned into a fairy stick. She was as happy as if she had picked up a treasure, "Thank you brother!"

The young mother's face turned pale, and she said thank you and invited him to dinner. Xia Xiqing declined with a smile, and just gently touched the little girl's head, "Your mother is so kind to you."

After finishing speaking, he returned to his drawing board and was about to pack up his things and leave when the man who was sitting on the bench before came over. Xia Xiqing had been in this circle for a long time, and he recognized it with a straight look.

"Are you all so kind in painting?"

Xia Xi is happy, kind? This word is really out of reach with him. The corner of his mouth curled up, and his tone was frivolous, "Why, did you see me?"

The other party obviously didn't expect Xia Xiqing to be so direct, he was slightly taken aback, but soon laughed again.

"Do you have any cigarettes?" Xia Xiqing packed up his things and carried them on his back, raising his eyebrows at him.

The man quickly took out a pack of expensive cigarettes, took out one and handed it to Xia Xiqing, and then kindly lit him up, Xia Xiqing leaned over with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Thank you." He opened his mouth slightly, exhaling a mouthful of gray-white smoke.

Just as the young man was about to speak, Xia Xiqing's cell phone rang several times. When he took it out, he saw that it was a friend who had no notes.

[ZZH: Who allowed you to wear my clothes without authorization? ]

[ZZH: Please return it to me. ]

[ZZH: This is really too much for you. ]

Xia Xiqing, who was looking down at the phone, was suddenly amused and couldn't stop laughing.

Who did he think it was Zhou Ziheng?

[Tsing: What's wrong with me? ]

[Tsing: Ah, you didn't do anything to me that night, did you? I woke up in the middle of the night with a sore body and checked it several times. ]

The other party did not reply.

Xia Xiqing could imagine Zhou Ziheng's speechless expression through the screen. The more he thought about it, the more funny he became. He completely forgot that there was a flattery standing beside him. The other party felt that he was being ignored, so he coughed lightly twice. "Who is talking so happily?"

Xia Xiqing raised his head, opened his mouth, and said, "My family's Erha." As soon as he finished speaking, the phone rang again.

[ZZH: You are simply the worst person I have ever seen. ]

What kind of primary school student's tone is this? It doesn't look like a big star. Thinking of Zhou Ziheng's face, Xia Xiqing suddenly felt that the man in front of him was very indifferent, and it was simply boring. He smiled at the other party politely, "Sorry, I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

The man obviously didn't expect things to turn out like this, "No... can I add you on WeChat?"

"I don't think it's necessary, thank you for the cigarettes." Xia Xiqing was about to leave when he dragged him.

"Why is it unnecessary? Just make friends."

Xia Xiqing was most annoyed by being entangled, his face turned cold, and he said word by word, "Because we collided." Seeing the other party's face turning blue and then pale, Xia Xiqing smiled back, "I was wondering, what do you think? Anyone who **** me wants to **** me?" After speaking, he patted the man on the shoulder and left with his things on his back.

He only took a few puffs of cigarettes and threw them into the trash can on the side of the road.

After getting into the taxi, Xia Xiqing received another new message.

[ZZH: Give me back my clothes. ]

Still reluctant, are big stars so idle? A bad idea suddenly popped up in Xia Xiqing's mind.

Zhou Ziheng was actually not idle at all. The day after the recording of the show, he was dragged to put out fires for a familiar director. The show was almost finished, but a rather important supporting role in it was suddenly kicked out and cheated. Netizens on the blog couldn't stop eating melons, the director had no choice but to delete all the scenes of the supporting role, but in this way the scene would not be connected, so Zhou Ziheng had to help.

In three days, Zhou Ziheng was short of living on the set, so he made up for the acting. The actors in the opposite scene also suffered, and suffered from stomach cramps, so Zhou Ziheng seized Kong to rest on his small recliner for a while.

Thinking of Xia Xiqing taking away his clothes, Zhou Ziheng was really furious. He had done a great deed, and this man didn't know how to be grateful, but he even took the sheep by hand, so that he didn't even have to wear his coat in the morning , And said did he do anything to him? ?

Zhou Ziheng leaned on his small recliner, clasped the phone with both hands and typed a long series of educational words, and when he was about to send them, he deleted them one by one.

Knowing that this person is an unscrupulous bastard, the more he talks about him, the more he gets excited, and he still wants to educate him, so forget it. Zhou Ziheng, who was too lazy to talk to him, only sent one last sentence - return my clothes. Then put the phone on your stomach, close your eyes and rest.

After a while, the phone vibrated.

Zhou Ziheng picked up his phone and clicked on the new message.

It was a photo sent by Xia Xiqing.

To be more precise, it was a picture of him **** and wearing his gray-green jacket, which was unzipped.

Below the collarbone and above the waistline, there is not much exposed skin in the field of vision, but the effect of being half-covered by the coat is more ambiguous, the lines of the abdominal muscles are half-covered, and the not too deep mermaid line extends downward , down to the edge of the low-rise black sweatpants.

this rascal...

"Xiaoheng, what are you looking so excited about?" A leading actor in the same group who was several years older than him came over. Zhou Ziheng was so panicked that he quickly quit WeChat, "Ah? No, it's nothing, just checked Weibo."

"Eat melons, it's not that you still like to eat melons after you've been in the industry for so long." The male lead laughed, "The director told you, go and have a look."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Zhou Ziheng put away his phone in embarrassment, and walked to the director's side. While the director was talking to him about the play, Xia Xiqing sent over a dozen messages, and the phone vibrated in his pocket.

"Xiao Zhou, your phone looks like an electric toothbrush." ​​The director joked, "Let's see if there is something urgent."

What's the rush? Zhou Ziheng shook his head in embarrassment, "Let's talk about it later."

Xia Xiqing was quickly teased to death by Zhou Ziheng. It was the first time in twenty-five years that he met such an interesting guy. He took a photo when he came back from wearing his clothes, and it really came in handy.

"arrive."

After getting out of the car, Xia Xiqing called Chen Fang. Not long after, he saw a tall man with a short cut came out of the office building, wearing a formal suit, and waved to Xia Xiqing from afar.

"I really didn't drive here." Chen Fang bumped Xia Xiqing's shoulder with a smile, "Hey, I heard from Qichen that you went to record a show two days ago? You are going to debut in the C position. I am worried about the leftovers There's nowhere to explode."

Xia Xiqing raised his chin slightly, and glanced at Chen Fang, "You try?"

"Don't dare," Chen Fang laughed, and took out the key, "Let's go, show Brother Qing to see the house. Hey, do you have anything to do tonight? Let's have dinner together."

"It's okay, what else can I do?" Xia Xiqing followed him into the co-pilot, and when he was wearing his seat belt, he suddenly thought of Zhou Ziheng's idiot, and couldn't help laughing.

"You are a rich and idle person." Chen Fang sighed and started the car, "I'm so lucky, I don't want to go to work every day."

Snapped the seat belt up, Xia Xiqing turned his face to look at Chen Fang, "Do you want this blessing for you?"

Thinking of Xia Xiqing's family's mess, Chen Fang consciously said something wrong, and quickly changed his words, "Of course I want the good fortune of being reincarnated as you are so handsome. I will immediately enter the entertainment industry and rely on my face to make a living."

"Come on less." Xia Xiqing leaned his head against the car window, and chatted with Chen Fang about what he had recently, not counting the rush hour, and the car drove fairly smoothly, but for some reason, Zhou Ziheng always popped up in front of him. Zhang's face, that look of being overwhelmed by himself and pretending to be calm all the time.

The apartment that Chen Fang brought him to is really good, almost a good location in the city center, but there are a series of security systems at the entrance of the community, except for the residents, they can't get in at all.

"The elevator here uses fingerprint recognition. There are two households in one elevator. Now they all use the initial card of the background system." Chen Fang led him in, and there was no floor displayed inside, "How is it? It's not bad."

The elevator door opened, and Chen Fang walked ahead and introduced, "There is a porch when you get out of here, and then there are two doors." He pointed to the one on the right, "This is what I said."

Xia Xiqing looked at the door on the left, "What about this one?"

"It's said that this one was sold when it first opened, but the customers here are confidential, and I don't know who lives there. Anyway, it's either rich or wealthy. It's almost the same. Ordinary starlets can't afford it. .” Chen Fang took the system card and opened the door.

It's really good inside. With floor-to-ceiling windows, you can feel full of light as soon as you enter the door. The large and spacious living room only has the most basic and simple decoration. The design of the stairs is very eye-catching, using the Fibonacci spiral design, which is very beautiful.

"There is a heated swimming pool on the second floor," Chen Fang winked at Xia Xiqing, "It's fine for you to have a party. How about it?"

"It's pretty good, that's all." Xia Xiqing's character was never sloppy, he paid the money directly, and took Chen Fang to eat and drink together.

When people drink, they talk a lot, especially old friends for many years. Chen Fang is very curious about Xia Xiqing's filming of reality shows, and asks him endlessly. Xia Xiqing can only tell him one by one. Chen Fang is not stupid. Strange, when he talked about other things, he always looked lazy on weekdays, but when he mentioned Zhou Ziheng, he immediately became energetic, and the expression on his face was different.

"Hey wait, isn't Zhou Ziheng the male star you liked before?" Chen Fang was stunned, "So you slept with a big star a few days ago?!"

Fortunately, it is a private room, otherwise Xia Xi would be on the news hot search early in the morning, and he would have to add a hot word at the end.

"I didn't sleep well," Xia Xiqing took a sip, gently shaking the red wine at the bottom of the glass, "He slept on the sofa and I slept on the bed, and I left in the middle of the night."

"No way." Chen Fang laughed suddenly, and his whole body was thrown off his back. "You, Xia Xiqing, also have times when you are in the same room as a man and don't attack?"

"Look at what you said, am I that rough?" Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

Chen Dafang laughed, "Whether it's a wave or not, you don't know, a hundred people will be killed."

It's not his style to do nothing.

The WeChat message disappeared, Xia Xiqing lazily touched the phone with his hand, the screen turned on and off, after so long, Zhou Ziheng still hasn't replied to the message.

Seeing him lowering his head, Chen Fang couldn't help but tease, "Why do you keep looking at your phone, waiting for news from some little lover?"

"Hey, I've been guarding myself like a jade lately." He clicked on Zhou Ziheng's profile picture, a little strange, he was a big man, but his profile picture turned out to be a small flower made of paper.

childish.

Thinking of Zhou Ziheng's appearance as a three-good student and five-good youth, Xia Xiqing couldn't help laughing. Out of fun, he clicked on the edit note and changed Zhou Ziheng's simple and straightforward WeChat name to four words.

[moral model]

Xia Xiqing didn't know which of his tendons was wrong, so he was too busy to spend time here with him in a panic. Probably because Zhou Ziheng is a well-known celebrity, even if he wants to sleep, he should always plan carefully.

Or maybe it was because Zhou Ziheng was so difficult to deal with.

He likes tough people the most.

After listening to the director finish the play, Zhou Ziheng was about to leave, but was hugged by the director, "Don't leave, Xiaoheng, you've worked hard these two days, let's go, go and eat something good with everyone, I'll treat you." Zhou Ziheng didn't participate much in the first place For the dinner, but this director has a very good relationship with him. He has taken him with him since he was very young, and it was not easy to shirk, so he went with him.

While eating and chatting, they forgot about Xia Xiqing's incident.

"Do you drink?" the male protagonist asked Zhou Ziheng with a beer bottle.

"Xiaoheng doesn't drink, so don't pour it for him." Before Zhou Ziheng could speak, the director answered the call for him, "Hey Xiaoheng, you didn't bother to look at your phone while talking to you just now, is there someone looking for you? Here you go, you have posted a series of them, you should take a look quickly, don't let me delay your important business."

What a big deal... Zhou Ziheng sneered in his heart.

Turning on the phone without any expectations, a series of messages Xia Xiqing sent before popped up.

[ZZH: Give me back my clothes. ]

[Tsing: I want clothes, please. ]

[Tsing: Did you really not do anything to me that night? Why do I have the vague feeling that someone is touching my face? You won't take advantage of me while I'm broken, can't you tell, a serious person like you. ]

[Tsing: Seriously, what do you think of me? Can it develop? I feel that our three views are quite different, and we can't be friends, but it would be nice to have some other transactions. ]

[Tsing: I really like you, but not like a fan. ]

[Tsing: It can be hard against your coat, that kind of like. ]

After seeing Zhou Ziheng who saw the last one, the three views have collapsed. Fearing that the person sitting next to him would see his chat history, Zhou Ziheng covered it with his hands in a panic, but accidentally clicked on Xia Xiqing's homepage.

He even changed his avatar! He actually changed the photo he sent to himself today into his avatar!

Go crazy.

Zhou Ziheng stared at the photo for a long time, finally gritted his teeth, and changed Xia Xiqing's WeChat note to the four words that Zhou Ziheng thought most suited him.

[terrorist]