Zhou Ziheng who was hugged was stunned on the spot.
What's happening here? Why did he hug himself
"Hey... you're sober..." Zhou Ziheng strenuously freed his hands and pushed Xia Xiqing.
It's okay not to push. With this push, Xia Xiqing, who was buried in his neck, suddenly exhaled. The warm air mixed with the aroma of red wine followed Zhou Ziheng's side neck and climbed to the ear, igniting a flame, and his whole body burned all at once. Up.
Zhou Ziheng woke up for an instant, and the alarms in the corners and corners that were hidden in his mind sounded humming.
"Hey!"
He quickly broke free from Xia Xiqing's embrace, and ignoring to fasten his seat belt, he started the car and drove to the hotel dazedly.
Obviously he didn't drink, but Zhou Ziheng felt that he was completely unconscious, and his head was full of hallucinations, just like in that underground passage. This feeling is unfamiliar and powerful, almost occupying Zhou Ziheng's senses in an aggressive posture, and he is not allowed to object.
Before getting off the bus, Zhou Ziheng put on his hat. The panic had not completely dissipated, so that he forgot to wear a mask, so he held Xia Xiqing into the hotel.
Fortunately, Jiang Yin said before and told him that Xia Xiqing's hotel was arranged in a nearby house, otherwise Zhou Ziheng really didn't know where Xia Xiqing lived.
It was already two or three in the morning, and there were not many staff in the hotel lobby, but an enthusiastic boy came forward and helped Zhou Ziheng help Xia Xiqing into the elevator. After the elevator door closed, Zhou Ziheng let go of his hand in disgust, and let the staff support Xia Xiqing.
The atmosphere in the elevator suddenly quieted down.
The staff looked at Zhou Ziheng several times, and Zhou Ziheng remembered that he did not wear a mask.
Ah... Is it recognized
Is it a fan? I have been looking at myself.
"That..." the staff member said embarrassedly, "Sir..."
Zhou Ziheng gave him a professional smile, "I'm sorry, I can go up for a group photo and autograph first..."
"No... sir, it's like this." The staff helped Xia Xiqing who was about to slide down, coughed awkwardly, and explained with an apologetic expression, "The elevators on our side require the room card to be swiped before they can be used. , Can you please take out your room card and swipe the elevator."
Zhou Ziheng couldn't wait for the elevator to explode at this moment.
I thought it was embarrassing enough to mistake people for my fans, but I didn't expect that there would be more embarrassing waiting for him.
He searched Xia Xiqing's body, but he didn't find his room card.
"Um... I don't seem to have my friend's room card with him..." Zhou Ziheng's scalp was numb, and on the surface he still maintained the calmness that a famous actor should have, "Then what, or I will open another one now."
In the past twenty years, Zhou Ziheng has almost been a smooth wind. Ever since he met Xia Xiqing, everything seemed to be starting to go wrong, and he was embarrassed at his grandma's house.
The young lady at the front desk is much more enthusiastic than the male staff member, her eyes are as if pinned to Zhou Ziheng, "Hello, can I help you?"
"Is there any room available?" Zhou Ziheng felt a little uncomfortable. Seeing another girl on duty took out her mobile phone to take pictures secretly, she pulled her collar and silently covered half of her face.
"How many rooms do I need to open?" The lady at the front desk smiled sweetly at Zhou Ziheng.
Zhou Ziheng glanced back at Xia Xiqing, who was helped by the staff to the sofa in the lobby.
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, "Let's have one."
The lady at the front desk looked down at the system and said, "Okay, we only have one deluxe double room left here, can you think that's okay?"
"Yeah." He slept on his own anyway.
The hotel brother just now helped Zhou Ziheng help Xia Xiqing into the elevator. This time Zhou Ziheng had a long memory, and he swiped his room card as soon as he went up. Although Xia Xiqing looked very thin, he was still a man of eighteen meters or so. It took a lot of effort for Zhou Ziheng and the hotel brother 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 rolling his eyes. But he turned around and smiled at the hotel brother, "Thank you for your hard work."
"It's okay." The young man didn't know if he was tired or what was wrong, his face flushed, "No hard work, no hard work."
Zhou Ziheng smiled dryly. He didn't mean to leave when he saw this guy. He waited for a long time before he said, "Then you..."
Then the little brother said his real appeal, "Ah, I, I actually like you, I mean I have watched a lot of your plays, can you sign me a name since Heng?" said He didn't know where he took out a black marker, held it in both hands and carefully handed it to Zhou Ziheng, then took off the hotel work clothes jacket to reveal a T-shirt, turned his back happily, "Behind the sign is it okay?"
Yes, this T-shirt is the same style as Zhou Ziheng Airport.
Zhou Ziheng was really embarrassed. If this person is not his own fan, the thing that happened just now is fine. Anyway, it will be forgotten after two days, but this person is really his own fan!
It's so embarrassing, it's embarrassing to my fans.
Zhou Ziheng held the pen angrily, with a professional smirk on his face and signed the little brother, "Thank you for your support."
The young man was so happy that he took the pen and retreated while talking, "You have to come on since Heng, and I will always support you." He walked out the door, still whispering, "Pay attention to your body, it's going to change recently. Oh my god, come on."
"..." Zhou Ziheng walked to the door, trying to close the door for this reluctant little fan, and said to him with a special smile, "Don't put today's affairs on Weibo."
"Yeah! See you since Heng!"
The world is finally quiet.
Zhou Ziheng almost forgot after he got it so, there was still a real big trouble lying on the bed. He wondered if he should find a master for fortune-telling recently, and he felt that everything was not going well. Standing by the bed watching Xia Xiqing who had fallen asleep, Zhou Ziheng wondered if he should wipe his face or something, but he had never taken care of others, and he was really unaccustomed and not good at it.
When I was tangled, I felt there was no place to put my hands, pulling up and down the zipper of my jacket.
Forget it, send the Buddha to the west.
Zhou Ziheng walked to the bathroom, dampened the towel and wiped Xia Xiqing's face indiscriminately. This man's skin was so good, and he was much better than the many female stars he had played before. Zhou Ziheng couldn't help but relax his movements.
With the towel across, the fingers rubbed gently from the bridge of the nose to the tip of the nose, and then he paused. That little nasal mole is like a small sesame seed, dotted on the tip of the nose, it looks good.
good? Forget it, Xia Xiqing has nothing to do with this word at all. Sitting by the bed, Zhou Ziheng stood up, put the towel back in the bathroom, and walked back to cover the quilt for Xia Xiqing, ready to leave the hotel room.
Just raised his foot to go, his wrist was dragged.
When I turned around, I found that the dazed Xia Xiqing had grabbed her hand, still muttering words, but couldn't hear what she was saying.
It seemed to tell him not to leave.
His hands are so hot. Zhou Ziheng turned around and squeezed Xia Xiqing's palms, and found that it was really hot. Xia Xiqing was wearing a thin white shirt today. After drinking at night and blowing in the wind, he must have caught a cold.
To be honest, if the person lying in bed with a fever and drunk was not Xia Xiqing at this time, Zhou Ziheng would definitely stay and take care of him without hesitation.
But it was Xia Xiqing who he avoided. Classmate Xiao Zhou, who has a strong sense of morality, began to hesitate.
Xia Xiqing murmured again, frowning slightly, and crouching on his side, his hand still firmly holding Zhou Ziheng's hand.
It's soft.
No, you can't be soft-hearted!
Anyway, it was only one night, and it didn't look like a high fever. A big man shouldn't be burned to death. He had done his best.
After making an excuse for himself, Zhou Ziheng cruelly broke Xia Xiqing's hand, opened the door of the room without any muddle, and walked out.
Xia Xiqing almost died of anger.
I have all hinted like this, and I just used alcohol to hold on to a strong kiss. Why can't this wooden head get rid of it? Is it true that he is a straight man of steel? He opened his eyes boredly and stared at the ceiling.
Obviously they were sent to him, and he wiped his face and covered himself with a quilt. As a result, he just left?
Is he a healthy adult...
He was scolding Zhou Ziheng for being useless, and suddenly heard the sound of the door being opened, so he closed his eyes quickly.
Don't leave again? Xia Xiqing murmured in her heart, what happened to this kid, always turned upside down.
Zhou Ziheng didn't want to leave. He really wanted to leave, but the key point was that he discovered an important thing as soon as he left the house-he touched for a long time and didn't find his hotel room card. Therefore, Zhou Ziheng, who was just about to slap the door of Xia Xiqing's room, turned his head back angrily, wondering if he was in this room.
"Where did you go? Maybe you didn't bring it..." Zhou Ziheng muttered to himself while looking for it.
Xia Xiqing was happy in her heart. It was absolutely amazing, and God helped him soak up men.
After searching for a whole circle, Zhou Ziheng didn't find his room card either. He guessed that he hadn't brought it at all, so he could only sit on the sofa and look down 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.
I can do it in one night. Anyway, I have experienced the difficult environment of filming before, let alone Xia Xiqing still has a fever, if it really burns to death, who is responsible.
After thinking about a lot of mess, Zhou Ziheng sighed and went to the bathroom to wash hastily. When he came out, he walked to the bed and took a look at Xia Xiqing who was wrapped in the quilt. His face was half-hidden by his hair, which was kind of inexplicable. Vulnerability.
Zhou Ziheng stretched out his hand, trying to touch Xia Xiqing's forehead, but he didn't know why, his hand was suspended in the air and he stopped again.
The shadow of the hand fell on his side face, and it merged with the scattered hair in the dark tones, a black ball, and withdrew a little bit with the retracted hand.
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, he paused, and finally only turned off the ceiling lamp, leaving a lamp beside the bed.
Glancing at Xia Xiqing, who was curled up with his back to him, Zhou Ziheng walked to the sofa lightly, recording the whole night of the show, and he was half tired and fell asleep shortly 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, his expression was as calm as the sea under a moonlit night.
Behind him is the lamp left by Zhou Ziheng for him. The warm yellow light seems to have penetrated the thick quilt and hit his butterfly bones.
A plan is always just a plan.
He originally planned to get Zhou Ziheng off the bait today. Even if he didn't do it to the end, he still had to do something. Anyway, he was a man. He really didn't believe that he couldn't afford Zhou Ziheng's fire. A twenty-year-old young man couldn't stand it the most. .
It was originally planned this way.
But when Zhou Ziheng left the lamp for him, these thoughts piled up on his chest were like a smoke bomb, exploded with a bang, and then disappeared. Changed some inexplicable emotions to replace those desires, and blocked my heart again.
It's uncomfortable.
Xia Xiqing hated this feeling. He hated all the feelings that made him look vulnerable.
After repeatedly 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 lying on the sofa awkwardly, without a quilt.
Like a large dog under the fence.
Xia Xiqing squatted, gazing lazily on Zhou Ziheng. This face that almost fits his own aesthetics has been traced in his brain and drawn on paper countless times.
Zhou Ziheng slept deeply, breathing smoothly and slowly. Xia Xiqing stretched out a finger as a paintbrush, with the fingertip being less than one centimeter away from the skin, gently sliding down his forehead to the three-dimensional eyebrow. Bone, to the tall bridge of the nose, to the delicate lip peak.
Stopped.
The fingers bend slowly, Xia Xiqing turned his head and leaned in front of his face, gradually narrowing the distance.
Zoom in, zoom in again.
It's like a classic scene of emotion in a movie.
Until his warm nose almost sprayed on Xia Xiqing's face, the distance between lips and lips was only a few millimeters. His face was divided by the brightness and darkness of the light, one side was the warm yellow diffused by the bedside lamp, and the other side was the darkness that should have belonged to the middle of the night.
The moment his lips were about to touch, Xia Xiqing gave up. He stood up and inserted his fingers into the hair with a little annoyance.
What are you doing
A little girl can do this kind of thing, like a fool.
Grabbing his hair, Xia Xiqing walked 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 fairly casually. She was so cold that she shrank and she really could. support.
After lighting a cigarette, Xia Xiqing sat on another sofa, the smoke soaked his not sober brain, and turned into some kind of wonderful tranquilizer. After smoking a cigarette, he was almost sober, grabbed Zhou Ziheng's jacket and put it on him, and left the hotel.
When I got out of the elevator, I ran into the little brother who was holding him at the front desk. The other side stared at him with a black question mark face. Xia Xiqing took off his hat and walked to the front desk. A pair of peach eyes completed a beautiful arc.
"thank you."
"You..." The little brother regained his senses and hurriedly changed his words, "You... You are not in the room drunk... Then, then he..."
"Ah, yes, I woke up." Xia Xiqing's fingers tapped briskly on the marble counter at the front desk, "If I get up since the morning, please tell him, I wear his clothes."
After speaking, Xia Xiqing put his pocket in his pocket with both hands, and shrank his chin into the raised collar, and fluttered a sentence, "It's so cold~"
Just like that, he left the hotel in an upright and unrestrained manner.
After returning home, Xia Xiqing didn’t go anywhere. He slept in the apartment for a whole day. Recording a program simply drained his energy. After several days, he didn’t get any relief. He finally recovered his strength and prepared with the drawing board on his back. I went to sketch outside, and just walked out, I received a call from Chen Fang.
Chen Fang grew up with Xia Xiqing and grew up with a straight boy. He was almost deceived by Xia Xiqing, but his friendship has always been good.
"Hey, Xi Qing."
"Yo, remember me." Xia Xiqing held the phone between her shoulders and locked the door strenuously. The environment of this apartment is not bad. At first, he fancyed him because it was a building from the last century, which was very artistic and expensive. The price is rented, but many facilities are actually not easy to use. Every time I lock it, I have to work hard. Xia Xiqing is usually homeless and too lazy to toss, but now he has refused an offer from abroad, and he is basically not ready to go out again after he comes back. , I have to find a place to stay.
Just after receiving a call from Chen Fang, Xia Xi Qingshun asked, "Oh, yes, are you engaged in an intermediary now? Are there any better buildings recently?"
"You are the intermediary. Your whole family is a housing intermediary."
"Sorry, my family is engaged in development." Xia Xiqing smiled, "Seriously, I'll take the house from you. You can help me watch it."
Chen Fang sighed for a while, and finally compromised, "What do you always want, Master Xia?"
"The view is nice, quiet, and the location is not too partial. Don't see everything in the dark at night. The price doesn't matter."
The last few words are almost like a knife pierced into Chen Fang’s heart. He deserves to be a rich second-generation. Chen chuckled in his heart a few times, "Your request is really okay. The scenery is nice and quiet are small villas. That's not in the city center."
"Don't talk nonsense, do you have it?" Xia Xiqing took the elevator downstairs, the sunshine outside was good, and it radiated people warmly. "If you don't want to do business, I will pour this pot of fat water into other people's fields. what."
"I haven't finished it yet. If you always ask for someone else, you may not be able to find out for you. Who am I Chen Fang? That's not an ordinary person. Recently, there really is a house, a luxury apartment on the top floor of the duplex large second floor. There are four hundred square meters of floor-to-ceiling windows up and down, and the location is good. There are rich people living in that area, and the privacy is great. Why don't I show you over there?"
This Chen Fang, really does not lose the chain at a critical time.
"Okay, I will go to your company downstairs to find you in the afternoon."
"Don't drive a good car, I beg you." Chen Fang remembered that when he first joined the job last time, he finally hooked up with the young lady who was intern with him. He was about to meet up to eat ramen downstairs in the company. Xia Xiqing drove Maserati. The matter of giving him a watermelon, the little girl was completely obsessed with a few words.
Xia Xi was very happy, "I'll take a taxi, don't worry about you."
Said it was sketching, Xia Xiqing did not find a particularly suitable place. The city he used to live in was on the Yangtze River. He especially liked to go to the river beach. In spring, the goose yellow willow branches were soft and the summer sunflowers were full. 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 river breeze.
Roaring in my heart, blowing empty chest.
The scenery here is really mediocre, so I don’t have to choose. Xia Xiqing tied his hair casually, and there was a small twitch on the back of his head. He stood in front of the drawing board, with his left hand in his pocket, and the sketch pencil in his right hand to sketch randomly, perfunctorily. It's up. A few little girls walked up to him, secretly taking pictures of him, Xia Xiqing didn't care, she probably saw him on Weibo and recognized him.
Sitting on the bench by the lake was a young man who looked good. He had been playing with his cell phone and looked down at him occasionally.
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, looked for a long time, and reached out to grab it. He grabbed the corner of Xia Xiqing's clothes and stammered, "Brother, you, can you paint me a picture?"
Xia Xiqing also stared at her for a while, and asked seriously, "Why should I paint for you."
The little girl stammered for a while, then said, "Then I want one."
Xia Xiqing was happy, he looked around, there was no adult, and turned the pen in his hand, "Little guy, where are your parents?"
"I don't know." The little girl licked a lollipop and said gruffly, "Mom was here just now."
Lost. Xia Xiqing sighed, "All right, brother will give you a picture, you can't move it." Xia Xiqing pointed to a small flower bed next to it, "You sit here, remember, models can't move around, baby. Sit down."
"Um!"
Seeing the little girl sitting down obediently, Xia Xiqing turned around and said to the girl who was still taking pictures of him just now, "Excuse me, can you do me a favor?"
The girl who took pictures of him suddenly blushed, and the net celebrity brother actually talked to him, and asked her to tell the staff about the missing child and where the fairy brother came from.
Since Xia Xiqing put on the high hat of a "model" for the little girl, the little guy is so obedient that he doesn't need to move his butt, and he doesn't eat any sugar. He just held it on his chest like this, Xia Xiqing wanted to laugh when she saw it. Ten minutes later, a young woman ran from a distance, shouting a nickname.
"Brother, my mother seems to be calling me. Can I move?"
Xia Xiqing smiled and accepted the last few strokes, "Move."
"Mom! I'm here!" The little girl was holding her lollipop up and down, and the young woman rushed over to hug her, "Scared mom, you are gone as soon as you turn around, and your heart is about to jump out. Now. Why are you here?"
The little girl pointed at Xia Xiqing with a lollipop, "My brother said to paint for me, and said that I am a model and can't run around."
Xia Xiqing took down the painting and handed it to the little girl, "Here, your painting. Next time you lose it with your mother, it's the same. You have to wait for your mother in place like a small model."
The little girl took the picture. It was a cute pigtailed pigtail. The lollipop in her hand turned into a fairy stick. She was so happy as if she had picked up a baby, "Thank you, brother!"
The young mother's face paled anxiously, she said thank you again and invited him to dinner. Xia Xiqing smiled and declined, but gently touched the little girl's head, "Your mother is so kind to you."
After speaking, he returned to his drawing board and was about to pack his things and leave. The man sitting on the bench came over. Xia Xiqing had been soaking in this circle for a long time, and he recognized it with a straight, curved look.
"Are you all so kind?"
Xia Xi is happy, kind? This word is really out of reach of him. The corner of his mouth was hooked, and his tone was frivolous, "Why, you fell in love with me?"
The other party obviously didn't expect Xia Xiqing to be so direct, he was slightly taken aback, but soon laughed again.
"Is there any smoke?" Xia Xiqing packed up his things and carried them on his back, and raised an eyebrow at him.
The man quickly took out a box of expensive cigarettes, took one out and handed it to Xia Xiqing, and eagerly lit him up, Xia Xiqing drew the cigarette and leaned forward.
"Thank you." His mouth opened slightly, spitting out a puff of gray smoke.
When the young man was about to speak, Xia Xiqing's cell phone rang several times, and when he took it out, he was a friend without remarks.
[ZZH: Who allows you to wear my clothes without authorization? ]
[ZZH: Give me the trouble. ]
[ZZH: You are really too much. ]
Xia Xiqing, who looked down at the phone, became happy for a moment, and couldn't stop laughing.
Who did he think was Zhou Ziheng
[Tsing: How am I? ]
[Tsing: Ah, you didn't do anything to me that night, I woke up in the middle of the night and my body was sore. I checked it several times. ]
The other party did not reply.
Xia Xiqing could imagine Zhou Ziheng's expressionless expression across the screen. The more he thought about it, the more funny he became. He completely forgot that there was a flatterer standing beside him. The other party felt that he was ignored and coughed slightly. "Who is having such a good chat?"
Xia Xiqing raised his head and opened his mouth, and said, "My family's Erha." As soon as the voice fell, the phone rang again.
[ZZH: You are simply the worst person I have ever seen. ]
What kind of elementary school's tone is this? How is it like a big star? Thinking of Zhou Ziheng's face, Xia Xiqing suddenly felt that the man in front of him was very dull, simply dull. He smiled at each other politely, "Sorry, I have something else, let's go now."
The man obviously didn't expect things to turn out like this, "No... Then can I add you to a WeChat?"
"I don't think it's necessary, thank you for the cigarette." Xia Xiqing was about to leave, but was dragged by him.
"Why is it unnecessary? Just make friends."
Xia Xiqing was the most annoying to be entangled. His face turned cold, and he said every word, "Because the two of us hit the number." Seeing the other's face turned blue and white, Xia Xiqing laughed back and said, "I wonder, what do you think? Do you want to get on me?" After speaking, he patted the man on the shoulder, and left with his things on his back.
He had only smoked a few puffs and was thrown into the trash can by the roadside.
Getting into the taxi, Xia Xiqing received another new message.
[ZZH: Give me back my clothes. ]
Still unreliable, are the big stars so idle? A bad idea suddenly popped up in Xia Xiqing's mind.
Zhou Ziheng is actually not at all idle. On the second day after the festival list was over, he was dragged to put out the fire for a familiar director. The original scene was almost finished, and one of the important supporting roles was suddenly kicked and cheated. The netizens on the blog couldn't stop eating melons. The director could only delete all the supporting roles, but then the play would not be connected, so Zhou Ziheng had to help.
In three days, Zhou Ziheng had to live on the set, and only then did he make up for it. The actors in the opposing scene also suffered, and had stomach cramps. Zhou Ziheng caught Kong and rested on his small recliner for a while.
Thinking of Xia Xiqing taking away his clothes, Zhou Ziheng was really out of anger. He obviously did a great deed. This person didn’t know how to be grateful, but he still took the sheep, so that he didn’t even have to wear a coat in the morning. , And said, did he do anything to him?
Zhou Ziheng leaned on his small recliner, and he cracked a long list of words to educate him while holding the phone in both hands. When he was about to send them, he deleted them one by one.
Knowing that this person is just a stubborn bastard, the more he talks about it, the more energetic he gets, and he still wants to educate him, but forget it. Zhou Ziheng, who was too lazy to tell him more, finally only sent one sentence-return my clothes. Then he put the phone on his stomach and closed his eyes to rest.
After a while, the phone shook.
Zhou Ziheng picked up the phone and clicked on a new message.
It is a photo sent by Xia Xiqing.
To be precise, it was a picture of him wearing his gray-green jacket topless and unzipped.
Below the collarbone and above the waistline, there is not much skin exposed 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 half-exposed, and the mermaid line, which is not too deep, extends downward. , Up to the edge of the low-rise black sweatpants.
This rascal...
"Xiao Heng, what are you looking for so hard?" A male star in the same group who was several years older came over. Zhou Ziheng was so panicked that he quickly quit WeChat, "Ah? No, nothing, I'm using Weibo."
"Eat melon, it's not like you have been in the circle for so long and still like to eat melon." The male protagonist laughed, "The director called you, go and take a look."
"Okay, I'll be over right away."
Zhou Ziheng put away the phone in embarrassment and walked to the director's side. The director told him about the kung fu of the play. Xia Xiqing sent a dozen or so messages, and the phone kept shaking in his pocket.
"Xiao Zhou, your cell phone is like an electric toothbrush." The director quipped, "Let's see if there is something urgent."
What can be urgent. Zhou Ziheng shook his head awkwardly, "Let's talk about it later."
Xia Xiqing was amused by Zhou Ziheng. For the first time in twenty-five years, he encountered such an interesting guy. He took a picture after wearing his clothes and took a picture. It really came in handy.
"arrive."
After getting out of the car, Xia Xiqing called Chen Fang, and it didn't take long for him to see a tall man with a flat head coming out of the office building, wearing a sturdy suit, and beckoning to Xia Xiqing from afar.
"I really didn't drive here." Chen Fang smiled and bumped Xia Xiqing's shoulder. "Hey, I heard Qichen said that you went to record the show two days ago? You are going to make a C debut. Nowhere to explode."
Xia Xiqing raised his chin slightly, and his eyes swept Chen Fang, "You try?"
"Don't dare," Chen Fang laughed and took out the key. "Walk around and take our Qing brother to see the house. Hey, are you going to have something to eat together tonight."
"It's okay, what else can I do." Xia Xiqing followed him into the co-pilot. When he was wearing the seat belt, he suddenly remembered Zhou Ziheng's second stunner and couldn't help but laugh.
"You are a wealthy idler." Chen Fang sighed and started the car. "Fortunately, I don't want to go to work every day."
With a snap to buckle up the seat belt, Xia Xiqing turned his face to look at Chen Fang, "Do you want this blessing for you?"
Thinking of the mess of Xia Xiqing's family, Chen Fang consciously said something wrong, and quickly changed his words, "Of course I want to reincarnate into the blessing of you so handsome. I will immediately enter the entertainment industry and eat properly with my face."
"Come less." Xia Xiqing leaned his head against the car window and chatted with Chen Fang about some of the things that were missing recently. Not counting the peak period, the car drove smoothly, but I don’t know why, but Zhou Ziheng always popped up in front of me. Zhang Lian, the look of always being overwhelmed by myself and pretending to be calm.
The apartment that Chen Fang brought him is indeed good, almost a good location in the city center, but there is a series of security systems at the entrance of the community, except for the residents.
"The elevator here uses fingerprint recognition. One elevator has two households. Now they are swiped with the initial card of the backstage system." Chen Fang led him in. There really is no floor displayed inside, "How about it, not bad."
The elevator door opened, and Chen Fang walked ahead and introduced, "As soon as we come out there is a porch, and then there are two doors." He pointed to the one on the right, "This is the set I'm talking about."
Xia Xiqing looked at the door on the left, "What about this one?"
"This is said to have been sold when the market just opened, but the customers here are confidential. I don't know who lives. Anyway, it's either the rich or the big money. It's the same. The average little star can't afford it. "Chen Fang took the system card and opened the door.
It's really good inside. With full floor-to-ceiling windows, you can feel the full light as soon as you enter the door. The spacious living room only has the most basic and simple decoration. The design of the stairs is very eye-catching, and the design of the Fibonacci spiral is adopted, which is very beautiful.
"There is a heated swimming pool on the second floor," Chen Fangchong Xia Xiqing winked, "You are all right for a party. How is it?"
"Very good, that's it." Xia Xiqing's character has never been sloppy. He paid directly and took Chen Fang to eat and drink together.
People talk more when they drink, especially old friends for many years. Chen Fangte is curious about Xia Xiqing's reality show, and asks endlessly. Xia Xiqing can only tell him one by one, Chen Fang is not stupid. Hearing Xia Xiqing’s words, the more the better the product feels. Strangely, he said that everything else was a lazy appearance on weekdays, but when he mentioned Zhou Ziheng, he immediately got excited, the expression on his face was different.
"Hey wait, isn't Zhou Ziheng the male celebrity you liked before?" Chen Fang was stunned, "so you slept with the big celebrity the other night?!"
The disadvantage is the private room, otherwise Xia Xi Qingming will have to be on the news search early in the morning, and he will have to add a hot word at the end.
"I didn't sleep," Xia Xiqing took a sip, and gently shook the red wine at the bottom of the glass. "He slept on the sofa and I slept in bed. I left in the middle of the night."
"Isn't it." Chen Fang laughed suddenly, his whole person smiling up and down, "You Xia Xiqing also has the same room as a man when you don't get started?"
"Look at what you said, am I having such a wave?" Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows and drank the wine in the glass.
Chen Fang laughed, "You don't know whether you are not a wave, a hundred people are beheaded."
Doing nothing is indeed not his style.
The WeChat message fell to the sea, and Xia Xiqing touched the phone lazily with his hand, and the screen went on and off. After so long, Zhou Ziheng hadn't responded to the message.
Seeing him lowered his head, Chen Fang couldn't help but joked, "Why are you always looking at your phone and waiting for news from a little lover?"
"Hey, I've been guarding like jade recently." He clicked on Zhou Ziheng's head. It was a bit strange. He was a big man whose head turned out to be a small paper flower.
childish.
Thinking of the appearance of Zhou Ziheng's three-good student and five-good young man, Xia Xiqing couldn't help but want to laugh. Out of playfulness, he clicked on the revised note and changed Zhou Ziheng's simple and straight WeChat name to four characters.
[Moral pacesetter]
Xia Xiqing didn't know which of the tendons he had made the mistake, so he was too idle to spend time with him. Probably because Zhou Ziheng is also a well-known celebrity, even if he wants to sleep, he should always plan well.
Or maybe it was because Zhou Ziheng was too difficult to do.
He likes difficult people the most.
After listening to the lecture, Zhou Ziheng was about to leave and was caught by the director. "Xiao Heng, don’t go, these two days have been hard. Let’s go. Let’s go with you to have a good meal. I’ll treat you." Zhou Ziheng didn’t participate very much. For dinner, but the director has a very good relationship with him. He has been taken with him since he was very young, so he went with him because it was not easy to shirk.
After eating and chatting, I forgot about Xia Xiqing's stuff.
"Drinking?" The male lead asked Zhou Ziheng from the beer bottle.
"Xiao Heng doesn't drink, don't pour him." Before Zhou Ziheng could speak, the director answered for him, "Hey Xiaoheng, you just kept talking to you and you didn't even bother to look at your phone. Did someone look for it? You are here, and you have sent a series of messages. Take a look, don’t let me delay your serious affairs."
What a big deal... Zhou Ziheng sneered in his heart.
Turning on the phone without expectation, a series of messages from Xia Xiqing appeared.
[ZZH: Give me back my clothes. ]
[Tsing: I want clothes, please. ]
[Tsing: Did you really do nothing to me that night? Why do I vaguely feel that someone is touching my face? Wouldn't you take advantage of my fragments? You can't tell, a serious person like you. ]
[Tsing: Seriously, what do you think of me? Can it develop? It feels that the two of us don’t agree with each other, and we can’t be friends, but it’s not bad to have some other deals. ]
[Tsing: I really like you, but not like fans. ]
[Tsing: The coat can be hardened against you, that kind of love. ]
Continuing to see Zhou Ziheng, who saw the last one, the Three Views had collapsed. For fear of being seen by the person sitting next to his chat history, Zhou Ziheng concealed it in a panic, but accidentally clicked on Xia Xiqing's homepage.
He actually changed his profile picture! I changed the photo I sent to myself today with an avatar!
Go crazy.
Zhou Ziheng stared at the photo for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and changed Xia Xiqing's WeChat remarks to the four words that Zhou Ziheng thought best suited him.
[terrorist]