When Xia Xiqing came out of the elevator, he found five or six little girls standing at the door. He immediately wondered if they were fans or something. Unexpectedly, as soon as he approached the revolving door, those girls surrounded him.

"Are there any more masks?" Xia Xiqing elbowed Xu Qichen who was already wearing a mask. Xu Qichen spread his hands, "No more, just one."

Xia Xiqing clicked his tongue, "You have burdens." I also blamed myself for not being well prepared, so I had to bite the bullet and go out.

Those little girls all held up their mobile phones and called Xia Xiqing's name.

"Brother Xi Qing, what are you doing here?"

Xia Xiqing also imitated her tone, "Just play."

Several girls laughed together and rushed to talk to him, Xia Xiqing felt strange, it was obviously a private trip, how did they know.

"How did you find me?"

One of the girls said, "Brother, you are on the hot search, we happened to be shopping here and came here."

"Hot search?" Xia Xiqing walked two steps to the side of the road and stood there. Xu Qichen went to pick up the car first, leaving him alone with these little girls waiting here.

"That's right, someone ran into you by chance, and the trailer for the new issue of "Escape from the Sky" just came out!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the other little girls screamed immediately. Xia Xiqing felt that he was surrounded by a group of little groundhogs, and he couldn't help laughing, "What's wrong with you?"

"Brother, watch the trailer, it's super sweet!"

sweet? Xia Xiqing doesn't know why, isn't this a suspenseful reality show?

"Brother, did you win this episode? Can you spoil it?"

"Brother, who is the killer?"

"Brother Xi Qing, when will you record the next episode?"

"I can't tell, you can watch it when the time comes~"

One question after another, Xia Xiqing was overwhelmed. When he looked up and saw Xu Qichen's car approaching, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm leaving, it's getting late, you should go home early."

"Brother Xi Qing is so warm."

"Super gentle."

Several little girls stuffed the bought milk tea and desserts into Xia Xiqing's hands, watched him get into the car, and kept waving at him. Xia Xiqing, who sat in the co-pilot, let out a long sigh of relief, and put down the things in his hand. Xu Qichen joked, "It's very popular."

"Believe it or not, you will also be picked out by then, laughing."

"I don't care." Xu Qichen spun the steering wheel, "The big deal is to get rid of my vest for writing Crispy Duck, and I'll let you play Dangai after I get rid of it."

"Come on, the two of you who are bored can act on your own."

"There were people who wanted to buy the play-in-play in my previous book and wanted to turn it into a movie. I seem to have shown you that short story before, which happened in Nice."

"Nanke Yimeng. I know." Xia Xiqing leaned his head against the window, "Is it sold?"

"No, I don't think anyone can play Yu Ning's hard work." Xu Qichen suddenly laughed, "I think you and Zhou Ziheng's mentor are suitable, and you can suffer from the sunny, healthy, scumbag and gloomy romance." After finishing speaking Xu Qichen couldn't stop laughing.

"You are the shou, and I am the romantic attack."

Xu Qichen glanced at him, "All right, all right, Beauty Gong. Your face is so recognizable, you should wear a hat and mask when you go out in the future."

Xia Xiqing sighed, "Because it's too easy to be recognized now, I don't dare to go to nightclubs recently."

"That kind of place should be avoided in the first place. Besides," Xu Qichen changed the subject, "The boys in the nightclub are not as good-looking as Zhou Ziheng."

Hearing him mention Zhou Ziheng's name, Xia Xiqing subconsciously snorted, but didn't answer, but had a lot of thoughts in his mind.

How can the goods in nightclubs be compared with big stars? There are not many celebrities who can compare with Zhou Ziheng.

At this time, Xia Xiqing received Zhou Ziheng's WeChat by coincidence.

[Moral pacesetter: Are you over? ]

Xia Xiqing leaned his head against the car window and typed to reply him.

[Terrorist: Why? ]

"It's all ordered." Xu Qichen glanced at his watch, "Come to my house for dinner tonight, and I'll cook something delicious for you."

Xia Xiqing hummed, "I want to eat sweet and sour pork ribs."

"Then I'll ask Zhixu to bring it back. By the way, I haven't returned his call yet." Xu Qichen hurriedly dialed Xia Zhixu's number. Xia Xiqing automatically turned on the function of [Blocking Boring Couple Conversations], bowed his head and sent another message to Zhou Ziheng.

[Terrorist: Went to Chen Chen's house for dinner at night, the sweet and sour pork ribs he made were delicious. ]

Originally, Zhou Ziheng was editing the reply to the last message, but when he saw this sentence, he deleted it. What Chen Chen said was too affectionate, isn't he just a high school classmate, as for being so affectionate.

High school classmates…

Zhou Ziheng suddenly became jealous of Xu Qichen, he also wanted to see Xia Xiqing when he was a boy, but he didn't know what he was like at that time. Maybe a little shorter and more handsome than now. At that time, would he still draw every day, or would he go to the basketball court after class like other boys?

Xia Xiqing when he was fifteen was not the same as Xia Xiqing now, would he be more childish and cute?

Speaking of childishness, I was only ten years old at that time, and I was still a primary school student.

Thinking about it this way, Zhou Ziheng became even more troubled.

I feel that I have missed a lot of time, and I can't get back the time.

When Xu Qichen and Xia Zhixu were on the phone, their voices were different from usual. Usually they were calm and emotionless, but when they met Xia Zhixu, their childish side ran out. Xia Xiqing pretended that he couldn't hear anything. Anyway, he had been familiar with this kind of dog food since high school. At this moment, the phone vibrated again.

[Moral Model: I can also make sweet and sour pork ribs, come to my house. ]

Xia Xiqing was overjoyed when he saw the news, his smile was so sudden and obvious that even Xu Qichen who was on the phone noticed it and turned to look at him.

But Xia Xiqing didn't feel it at all.

[Terrorist: How do I know if your cooking is good or not? ]

[Moral model: Then you will know if you eat it. ]

It's this weird logic again, but always oddly persuasive.

Xia Xiqing waited for Xu Qichen to hang up the phone, hesitated for a moment and said, "Well... I may not be able to go to your house at night."

"What's the matter? Anything else?"

"Hmm..." Xia Xiqing realized that this was not the first time he had released Xu Qichen's pigeons, and he was a little sorry, "I'll come to your house in two days, so let's live together today."

Xu Qichen didn't ask too much, and he wasn't a gossip, so he just turned around and sent Xia Xiqing home.

"Director Kun should contact you directly regarding casting." Xu Qichen rolled down the car window and looked at Xia Xiqing who was standing outside, "If you feel burdened, don't force it."

"I know." Xia Xiqing reached out and touched Xu Qichen's chin, "Go back. Drive slowly."

When Xia Xiqing went upstairs, he opened Weibo and took a look. Zhou Ziheng's two trending searches were still on it. The fourth place was [Encounter Xia Xiqing], and the fifth place was ["Escape from the Sky" Teaser Egg].

Why is there an easter egg this time, the program team is getting better at playing.

He clicked on the trending search [Encounter Xia Xiqing], the Weibo at the top was a photo posted by an amateur girl, it was a little blurry, but Xia Xiqing recognized it immediately, it was the one he chatted with when he took a taxi to the hotel before His profile shot by the young driver.

[A little sweet bean who loves self-study: My brother drove Xia Xiqing today! He also took a picture of him, **** I'm crying, I should be a taxi conductor for my brother woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! ]

The comments below are basically CP fans, and there are many passers-by.

[Self-study is over the sky: Oh my god, brother Xiqing is dressed so sassy and cool in private, this is the best-looking man I have ever seen in overalls! ]

[My lover is a little painter: Oh my god, this little guy, I really want to touch it, woo woo woo. ]

[Cucumber, watermelon and Hami melon: Is Xia Xiqing's raw picture so good to fight? It feels like it came out of the comics. ]

[Sweety: Xia Xiqing's legs are so long, they can't even be covered up by a bodysuit. Looking at him like this is so salty, I don't like it at all, and I have a feeling that my boyfriend is my boyfriend. ]

Who suffered, I have been 1 for 25 years.

[Self-study girl celebrates Chinese New Year every day: Xiqing is about 1.8 meters tall, but standing next to Ziheng doesn't look tall. Ziheng's attacking the entertainment industry is not just for fun. Station B is all about Ziheng. ]

Attack all over the entertainment industry?

Not just an innocent little virgin.

Xia Xiqing got out of the elevator, walked to the door of Zhou Ziheng's house, and rang the doorbell.

It didn't take long for the door to be opened from the inside. Zhou Ziheng, who was still wearing a black shirt in the audition before, had changed into a white sweater at this moment. He probably just took a shower, his hair was not completely dry, and he still had a pair of black shirts on his nose. With framed glasses, it looks exactly like a young wolf dog.

Standing at the door before entering, Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and kissed Xia Xiqing's lips naturally, as if it should be like this. But Xia Xiqing froze in place, his mind went blank for a moment.

"come in."

This act of intimacy has exceeded his definition of their relationship. Xia Xiqing was a little dazed, but throbbed in the daze.

This feeling was a little strange, and it made him flustered.

With a belated oh, Xia Xiqing closed the door, and when he came in, he found a pair of dark blue cotton slippers in the entrance.

When he took off his shoes and put them on, Xia Xiqing realized that these shoes were not the ones he wore when he came here.

This pair is the perfect fit.

Zhou Ziheng's thoughtfulness is like a frog boiled in warm water. Before you can react, you are already wrapped in his tenderness, and you can't help but resist.

There was no chance to resist at all.

"Sit down by yourself first, it will be fine soon." His voice came from the kitchen, Xia Xiqing walked over following the scent, seeing Zhou Ziheng's back, his heart was warm. He hasn't felt this way for a long time, even at Xu Qichen's house, Xia Xiqing never felt this way when he saw him cooking for himself.

This person is just for him alone.

The heart begins to have the illusion of being out of control.

How could he have such a terrible thought? This person is Zhou Ziheng.

It is absolutely impossible for him to become anyone's private property.

Originally, he wanted to tease this entertainment industry leader because of Weibo comments, but as soon as he came in, he was flustered by his kiss, and his previous thoughts disappeared.

Xia Xiqing stepped forward and saw Zhou Ziheng cutting tomatoes, so he lowered his head and approached Zhou Ziheng's profile, "Shall I help you?"

"No need." The corners of Zhou Ziheng's mouth curled up, without looking at him, "I doubt your cooking ability."

Hearing Zhou Ziheng's joke, Xia Xiqing kicked him on the calf, Zhou Ziheng didn't fight back, just smiled and said don't make trouble, and then threw the chopped tomatoes into the pot.

Xia Xiqing saw the washed cherry tomatoes in the porcelain bowl at the side, grabbed a few of them and stuffed them into his mouth, then ran to the simmering soup pot to take a look, and said vaguely, "What is this cooking? "

"Tomato yellow bone fish soup." Seeing that the corners of his mouth were stained with red tomato juice, Zhou Ziheng stretched out his hand to wipe it off, and then lifted the lid of another pot. White steam gushed out, mixed with sweet and sour. The unique aroma of pork ribs.

"It smells so good." Xia Xiqing didn't feel very hungry at first, but when he smelled it, he felt very hungry. "How long will it take?"

"For a while." Zhou Ziheng turned over the ribs with a spatula, and then put the lid on the pot. Xia Xiqing was a little curious, how could he, a child actor who had acted since childhood, be so good at cooking.

"Where did you find the time to learn how to cook?"

Zhou Ziheng raised his neck and thought for a while, "I knew it when I was very young. I really like to cook, and I feel very relieved. And then there was a play where I played a chef. I went to train for a month. The cooking shots are all done by myself, without a substitute."

It's amazing. If I were another actor, I might not be so concerned. No matter what, Xia Xiqing felt that he got a big deal. The more he thought about it, the more complacent he became, he stretched out his hand and tugged the drawstring on the hood of Zhou Ziheng's sweater, and it was so long.

Zhou Ziheng didn't know what he was doing, so he just smiled and said stop making trouble, and Xia Xiqing is a master who doesn't listen to persuasion, the more he is not allowed to pull him, the more he will pull him.

The verbal warning didn't work, so Zhou Ziheng changed his tactic, put his arms around Xia Xiqing's waist, and pulled him into his arms, "Are you still talking?"

Xia Xiqing leaned against the sink, his eyes were drooping, and his index finger was wrapped around the drawstring from bottom to top until his side neck. The fingertips scratched repeatedly on the small joint from the side of his neck to behind the ear, with light and slow force.

To Zhou Ziheng, this kind of teasing was simply gentle Ling Chi, he grabbed Xia Xiqing's finger, "Do you especially like to make trouble when others are doing things?"

It's a complete cat.

Xia Xiqing raised his eyes, pretending to be innocent, "No, I didn't make trouble."

"Not yet?" Zhou Ziheng raised his eyebrows.

He raised his chin, grabbed Zhou Ziheng's neckline and yanked hard. The expression on his face changed from innocence to arrogance in an instant. distance.

"I didn't even kiss you, how could it be trouble?"

The tenderness escalated into a tense collision in an instant. Zhou Ziheng was completely defeated by him, he didn't want to think about anything, he just wanted to kiss him.

When Zhou Ziheng was approaching, Xia Xiqing let go of his hand and hid back. When Zhou Ziheng didn't react, he pushed him away with a smile, took two steps backwards and left the Liulitai with a playful smile in his voice.

"This is making trouble."

There is really no way. Zhou Ziheng chuckled, picked up the spoon and stirred the boiling thick soup. The vortex created by the stirring cannot be calmed down, just like his heartbeat at the moment.

Leaving the kitchen, Xia Xiqing walked around the swimming pool in the living room and walked to the French windows. The night here is different from the landscape seen at his home, with more buildings and brighter buildings.

Interestingly, there is a commercial building not far away, and there is a huge LED billboard on the building, which happens to be the endorsement of Zhou Ziheng's mobile phone. This feeling was a bit strange, and Xia Xiqing couldn't explain why. Turning his head, he found some photos on the TV wall, many of which Xia Xiqing had never seen before. He walked over to take a closer look, and it turned out that they were photos taken by Zhou Ziheng when he was a child on the set.

Speaking of which, Xia Xiqing became a fan of him in the first place because of the group of basketball game photos that were on the top of the list. Zhou Ziheng on the field was full of vigor and murderous aura, and his whole body exuded strong hormones. Before Zhou Ziheng took the role of "walking hormone", Xia Xiqing didn't care about the domestic entertainment industry at all.

Even if he got in his circle later, Xia Xiqing didn't care at all, or didn't bother to care about what dramas Zhou Ziheng acted in when he was a child. Anyway, he was an out-and-out meat fan and had no interest in children at all.

But... Xia Xiqing leaned over to the old photos on the wall.

Zhou Ziheng was quite cute when he was a child, he looked soft and soft, and he had a cute appearance that would be pinched and hugged by all kinds of strange uncles and aunts when he was brought out.

In the photo, Zhou Ziheng was wearing a small painter's hat and overalls, as if he was acting in some kind of drama of the Republic of China, and he was just like a young master of milk dumplings. The little face looks like a little girl, white and tender, with big eyes.

What kind of devil is time, to turn such a cute little guy into a 1.9-meter-long general attack. But Xia Xiqing always felt a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Probably all pretty kids are familiar. The more Xia Xiqing watched this child, the more cute he felt, and he wondered if he should make up for this little child actor's play? Anyway, idle is idle.

Why is she so cute.

He stretched out his finger and gently poked the face of the villain in the photo.

"What are you doing?"

Xia Xiqing withdrew his hand guiltily, his shoulders trembled in fright, and turned around to see Zhou Ziheng holding a soup bowl.

"Nothing."

He didn't know what he was guilty of.

But it was Zhou Ziheng when he was a child. It was just Zhou Ziheng's understatement of a kiss. He may understand, or he may want to pretend not to understand.

All symptoms of restlessness probably arise from the same cause.

No matter what, he was unwilling to admit that what he liked was not just Zhou Ziheng's character design.