How could Xia Xiqing refuse such an exciting thing as elopement.

But in his heart, he should be the one who initiated the elopement, forget it, let these small details go with it. Xia Xiqing didn't realize that when he met Zhou Ziheng, even his younger brother automatically became a small detail that he could let him go. Just want to go with him, there is no reason.

"Take my car and let Xiao Luo help you drive your car back." Zhou Ziheng pulled out a hand from his pocket and opened the passenger door for him.

Xia Xiqing found out that he had changed his car, although it was still a low-key Lexus LS. He patted the car door and got into the co-pilot, "Where's the boulevard from before?"

Zhou Ziheng went around and opened the door, and sat in the driver's seat, "That's a nanny car."

"Well, I've hated that car for a long time." Xia Xiqing smiled, the car window was lowered by Zhou Ziheng, and he gave Xiao Luo his car keys. Seeing Xiao Luo's nervous face, Xia Xiqing lay on the car window Smile at him, "It's okay, you can drive as you like, it's insured."

"It's going to crash, such a flamboyant car." Zhou Ziheng smirked.

"It's just you who are dark and not slick and look good, with a moderate aesthetic."

Xiao Luo was sweating coldly while holding the key, he could only maintain a smirk and watch the two young masters drive away from here.

Xia Xiqing was not at all curious about Zhou Ziheng's family background in the past. Fans in the fan circle were very flattered. Stars from middle-class families can brag about being a rich second generation. Become popular for several generations. People in the circle of the second generation of the rich have no interest in this kind of watery background.

But now he feels more and more that Zhou Ziheng is not a child of an ordinary family. It is not because of his daily clothes or house and car. It is said that the money he has accumulated over the years can fully afford it. For Xia Xiqing, apart from material things, Zhou Ziheng's own personality and ideas simply reflect a perfect family, happy and happy without losing the fireworks in the world, with moral constraints but respect for great freedom of thought.

Looking at Zhou Ziheng's side face concentrating on driving, he felt a lot of emotion in his heart.

"What are you looking at?" Zhou Ziheng, who was waiting for the green light, still looked at the front, "Still complaining about my aesthetics? Or do you think your Cayenne is not showy at all?"

"You're right, that's my most low-key car." Xia Xiqing laughed, "Day-use car. Let me give you an analogy, this office lady," he pointed to a black commuter walking past. "My car is this black commuter bag. It is easy to carry and durable for daily use."

Zhou Ziheng frowned, with an expression that you were teasing me, taking advantage of the tail of the red light, quickly peeled a raspberry-flavored lollipop, stuffed it into his mouth, and stepped on the gas pedal.

Xia Xiqing's index finger grabbed the drawstring on Zhou Ziheng's hooded sweater and wrapped it around, "If she goes to a nightclub, she will definitely not carry this bag. It's like the cars with real bags are used to catch people. And..." His fingers stopped suddenly, his voice lowered, "Carsex."

Unprepared, Zhou Ziheng almost stepped on the brakes. Xia Xiqing especially took pleasure in it, and every time Zhou Ziheng heard such a joke, his reaction was very good.

"Don't get excited." Xia Xiqing shrugged pretending to regret, "Due to the special nature of the profession, we probably don't have much possibility to try this play."

With a lollipop in his mouth, Zhou Ziheng turned his face and raised his right eyebrow at him, "I like 'driving' so much, why don't you drive yourself when I go down?"

"That won't work, at least two people driving." Xia Xiqing patted his face and grabbed the stick of the lollipop. Zhou Ziheng still held the steering wheel in his hand, so he didn't dare to joke with him, so he let him **** the lollipop away up.

"Hmm... It's too sweet." Xia Xiqing spoke vaguely with a lollipop in his mouth. Zhou Ziheng watched the traffic ahead, but his mind inadvertently thought of Xia Xiqing lying on his shoulder panting that morning.

He shook his head, trying to shake off the horrific images so he could concentrate.

Xia Xiqing, who was eating sweets, stopped speaking pornographically, he took out his mobile phone and sent Xia Xiuze a message.

[I'm leaving first, help me eat the cake, after two days my brother will take you out to play, and I will do it again for you alone. Happy birthday. ]

As always, he received Xia Xiuze's reply in seconds.

[Brother, do you think my birthday is really memorable? I mean, did anyone actually feel happy when I was born? ]

This one was withdrawn in seconds, after Xia Xiqing finished reading it.

Staring at the withdrawal reminder at the bottom of the screen, Xia Xiqing took a deep breath and gave him the answer.

[I was annoyed at first, pretty annoying to be honest. ]

[But now I feel that you are born as my younger brother, the only thing that makes me happy in this family. ]

He also wanted to type "This item is not allowed to reply", but a voice call came back halfway through typing, Xia Xiqing was so frightened that he shuddered and pressed the speakerphone.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo brother..."

No matter how many times I heard Xia Xiuze's confession, it was earth-shattering.

Xia Xiqing maintained his final composure, "Please calm down, don't make phone calls." Then he decisively ended the show of love and took a deep breath.

He is so cool, how could he have such a sticky brother.

Zhou Ziheng found it interesting, "Your brother is really cute."

Xia Xiqing snapped the sugar ball that hadn't completely melted, put his hand into Zhou Ziheng's hood, and touched his ear, "You're cute too."

The hands holding the steering wheel suddenly became sweaty, Zhou Ziheng pursed his lips, pretending to look ahead calmly, his ears that had been touched had long since burned unreasonably.

He seems to have to say to himself [they're not in a relationship] a million times to dispel his too-sweet fantasy. He even wondered if the reason why he had these chemical reactions was just a temporary mood swing. After all, it is so easy for people to be ambiguous nowadays.

The chemical reaction produced by the hormonal collision was beyond his knowledge, and it was difficult to calm down when he said it.

If Xia Xiqing didn't find out that he liked him a little bit, maybe they could continue to maintain this relationship. It's kind of weird, but I have to admit, he's already kind of enjoying it.

Xia Xiqing checked Weibo for a while, and found that his comments had gone completely off track. Almost all his fans called him Mrs. Zhou.

"Simply..."

"What's wrong?" Zhou Ziheng asked.

"No, it's nothing." Xia Xiqing stuffed his phone into his trouser pocket and glanced outside. It was pitch black all around, and even the street lights were much less. It seemed that he had already left the city, "What the **** is this place? Maybe they want to **** me first and then kill me, throwing my body in the wilderness."

Zhou Ziheng said seriously: "Do you know what role I want to try the most?"

"Pervert." Xia Xi answered in seconds.

"A perverted murderer."

"It's strange." Xia Xiqing looked in the rearview mirror, "I found that you are not worried about paparazzi and you at all."

"Did you just find out now?"

Xia Xiqing curled his lips, and finally there was a building in front of him. It didn't look special. If we talk about special features, it has a sense of sight of a large government department.

"Where is this place. Didn't you mean to elope with me? I thought I was going to an uninhabited island by private jet."

Zhou Ziheng gave Xia Xiqing a white look with his aggressive eyes, and when he was approaching the door, he slowed down the car, "You thought you were acting."

"Aren't you just an actor?" Xia Xiqing smiled, and saw a middle-aged man in uniform standing beside the gate with the horizontal bars, not the usual uniform with badges on his shoulders.

He muttered in his heart, seeing Zhou Ziheng driving to the gate sentry just like that, he lowered the car window and greeted the man standing outside, "Uncle Meng." The car stopped in front of the railing.

"Ziheng is here." The man looked at Xia Xiqing who was sitting in the co-pilot, and then returned his gaze to Zhou Ziheng, "Friend?"

"En." Zhou Ziheng didn't say much. The man waved his hand towards the inside of the sentry post, and the horizontal bar was opened.

Xia Xiqing was not surprised that Zhou Ziheng came from a military family, and fans have always said this, but no one knows what level he is.

It doesn't look small.

After a short drive, Zhou Ziheng stopped and took Xia Xiqing out of the car. Standing outside for a while, Xia Xiqing looked up and found that the stars here seem to be brighter.

"Ziheng."

Hearing someone calling him, Xia Xiqing looked over, and there was another man in the same uniform, who looked in his early thirties.

"Brother Cheng." Zhou Ziheng responded.

"I'm bringing friends today." Brother Cheng said a few words, but he was very polite, "Get in the car with me." After finishing speaking, he picked up the Warrior Jeep and loaded the two of them, and didn't chat much with Zhou Ziheng. Just say a few words and go back to see your parents. When they got to the training ground, they put them down, and threw a bunch of keys at Zhou Ziheng, "Show me when you've played enough, and I'll take you out."

Zhou Ziheng took the key, answered, and led Xia Xiqing into this ordinary-looking building.

"Now you can tell me where this is."

"A place where the paparazzi dare not approach." Zhou Ziheng led him to a door marked Training Ground No. 23, and looked down for the key to open the door. When the door opened, it was pitch black inside. Zhou Ziheng held Xia Xiqing's hand and pressed the switch of the headlight at the door.

Lights lit up the dark training ground. The empty indoor training ground was as big as a football field, and a row of targets stood upright in the distance, which was extremely beautiful.

"This is... a shooting range?" Xia Xiqing looked at Zhou Ziheng's calm profile.

"If you don't add a large number of prefixes that may be harmonized, you are right." Zhou Ziheng dragged him to the equipment room, which was filled with various types of guns and weapons.

"These are live ammunition?" Xia Xiqing couldn't believe it.

"This place is not open to the outside world. Of course the army training is live ammunition." Zhou Ziheng picked up the imported AUG rifle and handed it to Xia Xiqing, and picked up an 88-type sniper rifle by himself, "Let's try these two first."

try it? Xia Xiqing looked at the black sniper rifle in his hand, and his heart skipped a beat.

Weapons are naturally attractive to men. Xia Xiqing used to touch ordinary pistols at most in foreign countries, and it was just for fun. He had never pulled the trigger. It's almost on fire.

Zhou Ziheng, who took off his jacket and only wore a black short sleeve, put on a dark blue shockproof vest, orange shooting glasses, took a noise-cancelling earmuff from the table, and walked towards Xia Xiqing with his long legs. Simply handsome.

Why is my eyesight so good. Xia Xiqing sighed again and again, it was amazing.

"It will be loud later." Zhou Ziheng reached out and pulled Xia Xiqing's hair behind his ears, and then put on the noise-cancelling earmuffs for him. Xia Xiqing looked up at him slightly, which was his favorite posture.

"Look at what?"

In fact, the noise-cancelling earmuffs made Zhou Ziheng's voice very small, but Xia Xiqing, who had been staring at his mouth all the time, could make up the tone of Zhou Ziheng's words just by relying on his lips.

"Look handsome."

Zhou Ziheng felt embarrassed all of a sudden, and licked his lower lip. The eyes under the orange goggles glanced away, and then fell back on Xia Xiqing's face.

Xia Xiqing didn't intend to tease him anymore, so he took off his earmuffs, "Do you usually come here often?"

Zhou Ziheng nodded, "When I am under a lot of pressure, I will come here to vent."

"For example?" Xia Xiqing couldn't think of a time when he would be under pressure. After all, Zhou Ziheng's positive energy was so much that he could queue up to recharge people on the road.

Zhou Ziheng didn't answer, Xia Xiqing asked again, "When was the last time you came here?" In fact, what he wanted to ask was when was the last time he brought someone here, and the words got out of the way.

"Last week."

"Last week?" Xia Xiqing frowned. Wasn't that before he went to Shanghai to record the show?

"What did you come for last week? To ease the stress of the exam?"

Zhou Ziheng glanced at him, lowered his head and set up the sniper rifle, and said in a muffled voice, "You say yes."

What an answer. Xia Xiqing shrugged indifferently. Seeing that he was about to shoot, he quickly put on the noise-cancelling earmuffs. Zhou Ziheng took a sniper shot. The aim was quite good. It seemed that he had practiced a lot. He now understood why so many fans in the fan circle begged him to play the role of a policeman and a killer. This face, this figure, paired with a gun is simply a hormonal rush.

After Zhou Ziheng warmed up, he got up and turned on the teaching mode. He took the vest and put it on for Xia Xiqing, and began to explain some precautions for the first shooting.

"Can I not wear this?"

"If you don't wear it, your shoulders will hurt tomorrow." Zhou Ziheng put the glasses on for him, picked up the AUG on the table and loaded it skillfully, and handed it to Xia Xiqing.

"Aren't you going to practice with me?" Xia Xiqing was still a little immersed in the beauty of the moment he just loaded the gun.

"Take it." Zhou Ziheng went around Xia Xiqing's back, held his hands and raised them high.

"Relax your shoulders, look at the target at the same level, and concentrate." Zhou Ziheng surrounded Xia Xiqing with his whole body, "Don't be afraid, there will be a little recoil later, and I will keep grabbing you."

He had been making jokes just now, but now that he was going to start practicing with real swords and guns, Xia Xiqing was really a little nervous. His eyes were looking at the distant target, and he always felt that he could not concentrate.

"Take a deep breath." Zhou Ziheng's voice was right next to his ear. In order for him to hear clearly even though he was wearing earmuffs, he pressed it very close, and those lips that always made people feel flirtatious were close. Paste Xia Xiqing's ear, "Every time your heart beats, it will cause slight tremors in your body, which will affect your accuracy, so try to slow down your heartbeat."

But Xia Xiqing felt that his heart was beating faster and faster.

"Let's try a shot casually, don't be nervous." His hands were still tightly holding Xia Xiqing's gun-holding hands, and his thumb gently rubbed against Xia Xiqing's fingers with a soothing touch.

"three…"

"two…"

"one."

The moment the trigger was pulled, the bullet flew out, and the strong recoil made him fall back fiercely, sticking to Zhou Ziheng's chest. That kind of force seemed to force himself into Zhou Ziheng's body, like a wooden wedge being driven into his heart.

In such a short time that it was almost impossible to grasp, all the things that could be called troubles were exploded by this gun. After a loud noise, there were only two people left in the world. Zhou Ziheng who never let go.

"How about it, isn't it very stress-relieving?" Zhou Ziheng took off his earmuffs and looked at the target, "You are very talented, much better than me the first time."

Xia Xiqing fell in love with shooting completely. Being bold by nature, he almost didn't need Zhou Ziheng's assistance.

It was the first time for Zhou Ziheng to see Xia Xiqing, who had always been lazy, so keen on one thing, and he couldn't help feeling a little apprehensive. Although he brought him here by himself, it was not his original intention to be completely left alone. Really couldn't stand it anymore, Zhou Ziheng got up, walked to Xia Xiqing's side, "Is it so fun?"

Xia Xiqing looked up at him, "It's fun. It's more fun than you."

Zhou Ziheng couldn't help laughing, "Which is more fun than me."

He imitated Zhou Ziheng's loading posture before, "It lets me go, but you don't."

here we go again. Zhou Ziheng chuckled lightly, "You should do some counting."

Xia Xiqing pointed the gun at Zhou Ziheng's chest, and said with a rascal face, "Will you let me go?"

"You overlord are very hardcore." Zhou Ziheng didn't even bother to raise his hand, "I won't follow."

Xia Xiqing pointed the muzzle of the gun at his chest, "You'd better be sensible, otherwise I'll kill first and then rape."

"I've never been acquainted."

"Do you have any last words?" Xia Xiqing raised the corners of his lips like a professional killer.

"Last words..." Zhou Ziheng put his hands in his pockets quite lazily, looked up, and looked serious, "Half of my inheritance will be donated to the construction of Hope Primary School, and the other half will be used to build roads in the mountains, and the rest Well..." He suddenly leaned over, leaned over the gun and lowered his head, his warm breath slowly spraying on the bridge of the gunman's nose.

"Buy all the paintings that Xia Xiqing drew for me, and bring them to be buried with me."

After speaking, he kissed Xia Xiqing who was slightly dazed.

A simple kiss took away not only the gun in his hand, but also the heart that was beating so fast that he couldn't hold the weapon steadily.