How could Xia Xiqing refuse such an exciting thing to run away.
But in his mind, he should be the initiator of the elopement. Forget it, let these small details go. Xia Xiqing didn't realize that when he encountered Ziheng last week, even his younger brother automatically became a small detail that could go with it. Just want to go with him, there is no reason.
"Drive my car and let Ronaldo drive your car back for you." Zhou Ziheng took a hand from his pocket and opened the co-pilot's 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 was the boulevard before?"
Zhou Ziheng walked around and pulled the car door and sat in the driver's seat. "That's a nanny car."
"Well, I hate that car for a long time." Xia Xiqing smiled, Zhou Ziheng lowered the window of the car, he gave his car key to Xiao Luo, and Xia Xiqing lay on the window with a nervous look on his face. Smiled at him, "It's okay, you can drive it as you like, with insurance."
"It's a hit, that's a sloppy car." Zhou Ziheng smirked on the side.
"It's just that you look good in black and autumn, and you have a moderate aesthetic."
Ronaldinho held the key in a cold sweat, and could only maintain a smirk and watched the two young masters drive away from here.
Xia Xiqing was not at all curious about Zhou Ziheng’s family background. Fans in the restaurant circle are very touted. Stars from middle-class families can be known as rich second generations, and those from rich second generations are even more popular. Become popular for several generations. People in the rich second-generation circle are not interested in this kind of watery background at all.
But now he increasingly feels that Zhou Ziheng is not a child of an ordinary family. It is not because of his daily dressing or house and car. These are nothing to the celebrity, even if it is the high-end apartment, Zhou Ziheng’s cafe, or Said that the money he has accumulated over the years is completely affordable. For Xia Xiqing, apart from the material, Zhou Ziheng's own character and ideas simply reflect a perfect family, happy and content without losing the sparkle of the world, with moral constraints but respect for the great freedom of thought.
He looked at Zhou Ziheng's side face intently driving, with a lot of emotion in his heart.
"What are you looking at?" Zhou Ziheng, who was waiting for the green light, was still looking at the front, "Still complaining about my aesthetics? Or do you think your Cayenne is not sloppy at all."
"You're right, it's my lowest-profile car." Xia Xiqing laughed, "A daily car. Let me give you an analogy, this office lady," he pointed to a black car that was walking past. The female white-collar worker of the commuter bag said, "My car is this black commuter bag. It is daily, able to carry and durable."
Zhou Ziheng frowned, with a look that you were teasing me. Taking advantage of the tail of the red light, he quickly peeled a raspberry-flavored lollipop into his mouth and stepped on the accelerator.
Xia Xiqing’s index finger grabbed the drawstring on Zhou Ziheng’s hooded sweater and wrapped it in circles, “If she goes to a nightclub, she will definitely not carry this bag. It’s like a real car that is used to catch people. And..." The fingers stopped suddenly, and the voice was lowered a little, "Car sex."
Unprepared, Zhou Ziheng almost stepped on the brakes. Xia Xiqing took special pleasure in this, and every time Zhou Ziheng heard this kind of colored joke, his reaction was very good.
"Don't get excited." Xia Xiqing pretentiously shrugged with regret, "Due to the particularity of the profession, we probably have no possibility of trying 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. If I go down and drive by myself?"
"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. He didn't dare to joke with him, so he took the lollipop away. NS.
"Well... it's too sweet." Xia Xiqing had a lollipop in his mouth and spoke vaguely. Zhou Ziheng looked at the traffic in front of him, but he didn't even think of the situation where Xia Xiqing was panting on his shoulders that morning.
He shook his head, trying to get rid of the fanciful scenes so that he could concentrate.
Xia Xiqing, who was eating candy, didn't continue to speak yellow, he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Xia Xiuze.
[I’m leaving first. You can eat the cake for me. In two days, my brother will take you out to play, and I will have it for you alone. happy Birthday. ]
As always, he received Xia Xiuze's second reply.
[Brother, do you think my birthday is really memorable? I mean, did anyone really feel happy when I was born? ]
This one was removed again, just after Xia Xiqing finished reading it.
Staring at the withdrawal reminder below the screen, Xia Xiqing took a deep breath and gave him the answer.
[I was annoying at first, but honestly it was quite annoying. ]
[But now I think that you were born to be my brother, the only thing in this family that makes me feel happy. ]
He also wanted to say "No reply is allowed for this one." Who knows that the voice call came when he was typing halfway through, and Xia Xiqing shivered with fright and pressed it to be hands-free.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...
Xia Xiuze's confession of howling ghosts and howling wolfs was shocking no matter how many times he heard it.
Xia Xiqing maintained his final calmness, "Please calm down and don't call." Then he decisively ended the show of love and took a sigh of relief.
He is so cool, how could he have such a slimy brother.
Zhou Ziheng thought it was funny, "Your brother is really cute."
Xia Xiqing Ga Beng crushed the sugar ball that hadn't all melted away, put his hand into Zhou Ziheng's hood, and touched his ear, "You are also very cute."
The hand holding the steering wheel suddenly got a little sweaty, Zhou Ziheng pursed his mouth, pretending to be calmly looking ahead, his touched ears were already burnt out of proportion.
He seems to have to say to himself a million times [they are not in a relationship] to dispel his overly sweet fantasies. He even wondered whether the reason why he had these chemical reactions was just a momentary mood swing, after all, people nowadays are so simple to be ambiguous.
The chemical reaction caused by the hormonal collision is beyond his knowledge, and it is difficult to calm down when he speaks calmly.
If Xia Xiqing is not allowed to find that he likes him a little bit, maybe they can continue to maintain such a relationship. Although it is a bit strange, I have to admit that he is already a little bit happy in it.
Xia Xiqing swiped on Weibo for a while, and found that his comments had completely deviated. Almost all fans called him Mrs. Zhou.
"Simply..."
"What's wrong?" Zhou Ziheng asked.
"No, nothing." Xia Xiqing stuffed his phone into his trouser pocket and took a look outside. There was a lot of darkness all around, and there were a lot less street lights. It seemed that he was already driving away from the city. "What the hell is this? It’s going to rape me first and then kill me, throw the corpse into the wilderness."
Zhou Ziheng said seriously: "Do you know what role I want to try the most?"
"Abnormal." Xia Xiqing replied in seconds.
"Perverted murderer."
"It's weird." Xia Xiqing looked into the rearview mirror, "I found that you are not worried about the 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 it. It didn't seem to have any special features. To talk about the special features, it was a bit of a sense of sight of the compound of a government agency.
"Where is this. Didn't you mean taking me to elope? I thought I would take a private jet to the uninhabited island."
Zhou Ziheng gave Xia Xiqing a blank look with his aggressive eyes. When he reached the door, he slowed down, "You think you are acting."
"Aren't you just acting?" Xia Xiqing smiled and saw a middle-aged man in uniform standing by the gate holding the railing. It was not a normal uniform, with a chapter on his shoulders.
He whispered in his heart, and saw Zhou Ziheng drove the car to the gate post, lowered the car window and greeted the man standing outside, "Uncle Meng." The car stopped in front of the railing.
"Zhiheng is here." The man looked at Xia Xiqing, who was sitting in the co-pilot, and his gaze returned to Zhou Ziheng. "Friend?"
"Yeah." Zhou Ziheng didn't say much. The man waved his hand towards the post, and then the bar opened and let him go.
Xia Xiqing was not surprised that Zhou Ziheng was born in a military family, and the fandom has always said this, but no one knows what level it is.
It seems not small.
After driving for a short period of time, 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 seemed to be brighter.
"Self-Heng."
Hearing someone calling him, Xia Xiqing looked over and was another man in the same uniform, looking in his early thirties.
"Brother Cheng." Zhou Ziheng replied.
"I took my friends today." Brother Cheng took a shot of Beijing. He didn't talk much but he was very polite. "Follow me in the car." After saying that he took the Warriors Jeep and picked them up, but he didn't chat with Zhou Ziheng much. Just said a lot and went back to see your parents. When they arrived at the training ground, they put them down and threw a bunch of keys at Zhou Ziheng, "You have enough fun to tell me and pick you up."
Zhou Ziheng caught the key, responded, and took Xia Xiqing into this seemingly ordinary building.
"Now you can tell me where this is."
"A place where the paparazzi dare not approach." Zhou Ziheng led him to a door with training ground No. 23 written on it. He looked down and found the key to open the door. The door opened and it was completely dark inside. Zhou Ziheng held Xia Xiqing's hand and pressed the switch of the headlight at the door.
The dark training ground lit up a light, and the empty indoor training ground was as big as a football field, and a row of targets stood upright in the distance. It was very beautiful.
"This is... the shooting range?" Xia Xiqing looked at Zhou Ziheng's calm profile.
"If you don't add a bunch of prefixes that may be harmonized, you are right." Zhou Ziheng took 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.
"It's not open to the outside world. Of course, the military training is live ammunition." Zhou Ziheng picked up the imported AUG rifle and handed it to Xia Xiqing. He carried an 88-style sniper rifle by himself. "Try these two first."
try it? Xia Xiqing looked at the black sniper rifle in his hand with a sudden heartbeat.
Weapons have a natural attraction to men. Xia Xiqing had touched ordinary pistols at most in foreign countries before. He was just playing with them. He had never pulled the trigger. Now he suddenly had a heavy military assault rifle in his hand. It's almost burning up.
Zhou Ziheng, who took off his coat and only wore a black short sleeve, put on a dark blue shockproof vest, orange shooting glasses, took a silencer earmuffs from the table and walked towards Xia Xiqing with long legs, like that. It's so handsome.
How can my vision be so good. Xia Xiqing sighed again and again, it was amazing for the good of heaven and human beings.
"The sound will be loud in a while." Zhou Ziheng stretched out his hand to pull Xia Xiqing's hair behind his ears, and then put on silencer earmuffs for him. Xia Xiqing looked up at him so slightly, which was his favorite posture.
"What are you looking at?"
In fact, the sound-absorbing earmuffs made Zhou Ziheng's voice very small, but Xia Xiqing, who had been staring at his mouth, relied on his lips to make up for Zhou Ziheng's tone.
"Look at the handsome guy."
Zhou Ziheng was embarrassed at once, licked his lower lip, the eyes under the orange goggles glanced away, and then fell back to 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, "I will come to vent when I am stressed."
"For example?" Xia Xiqing couldn't think of when he would be under pressure. After all, Zhou Ziheng's positive energy was almost enough to charge people in line on the road.
Zhou Ziheng didn't reply, and Xia Xiqing asked again, "When was the last time you came?" In fact, what he wanted to ask was when was the last time he brought someone over, and the words changed again.
"Last week."
"Last week?" Xia Xiqing frowned. Wasn't he going to Shanghai to record the festival now
"What did you do last week? Relieve exam pressure?"
Zhou Ziheng glanced at him, lowered his head to set up the sniper rifle, and muttered, "You say yes."
What is this answer. Xia Xiqing shrugged indifferently. Seeing that he was about to shoot, he quickly put on the silencer earmuffs. Zhou Ziheng took a shot and was quite accurate. At first glance, he didn't practice less. He now understands why so many fans in the restaurant circle beg him to act as a policeman as a killer. This face, this figure, with a gun is almost hormonal.
Zhou Ziheng got up and started the teaching mode when he got warm, took the vest and put on Xia Xiqing, and began to explain some precautions for the first shooting.
"Can you not wear this?"
"If you don't wear it tomorrow, your shoulder will hurt." Zhou Ziheng put his glasses on for him, picked up the AUG on the table and loaded it skillfully, and handed it to Xia Xiqing.
"You won't take me to practice for a while?" Xia Xiqing was still a little immersed in the beauty of the moment he was loaded.
"Take it." Zhou Ziheng walked around behind Xia Xiqing, holding his hands and raising them high.
"Relax your shoulders, look up at the target, and concentrate." Zhou Ziheng surrounded Xia Xiqing, "Don't be afraid, I will have a little recoil later, and I will always hold you."
I've been gagging a while ago, and now I'm going to start practicing with real swords and guns, Xia Xiqing is really a little nervous, his eyes are looking at the target in the distance, and he always feels that he can't concentrate.
"Take a deep breath." Zhou Ziheng's voice is right in his ears. In order to make him hear clearly and clearly even with earmuffs, he sticks very close to each other, and the lips that always make people feel thin are needed. Paste Xia Xiqing's auricle, "Every time your heart beats, it will cause a slight tremor of your body, which affects the accuracy, so try to slow down your heartbeat."
But Xia Xiqing felt that his heartbeat was getting 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 Xia Xiqing's fingers with a soothing meaning.
"three… "
"two… "
"one."
The moment the trigger was pulled, the bullet flew out, and the strong recoil made him backwards fiercely, pasting Zhou Ziheng's chest. That kind of power seemed to force oneself into Zhou Ziheng's body, like a wooden wedge nailed into the heart.
In a short time that could hardly be grasped, everything that could be called annoyance was exploded by this shot. After a loud bang, there were only two people left in the world. He and he had a moment to embrace himself. Zhou Ziheng, who never let go.
"How about it, isn't it very decompressing?" Zhou Ziheng took off his earmuffs and looked at the target. "You are very talented, much better than the first time I was."
Xia Xiqing fell in love with shooting completely. He was born with audacity and almost didn't need Zhou Ziheng's assistance. He quickly got used to it by himself, and almost scored the tenth ring several times.
It was the first time Zhou Ziheng saw Xia Xiqing, who had always been lazy, so keen on one thing, he couldn't help but taste a little bit. Although he brought him here by himself, it was not his original intention to be left alone. Really can't stand it, Zhou Ziheng got up, paced and walked to Xia Xiqing's side, "So fun?"
Xia Xiqing raised his eyes to look at him, "It's fun. Funnier than you."
Zhou Ziheng couldn't help laughing, "What's more fun than me."
He learned the previous posture of Zhou Ziheng's loading, "It let me go, you won't let it."
here we go again. Zhou Ziheng chuckled, "You can count a bit."
Xia Xiqing aimed his gun at Zhou Ziheng's chest, with a rogue expression on his face, "Don't let it."
"You overlord have a very hard core on the bow." Zhou Ziheng didn't even bother to lift his hands, "I can't follow it."
Xia Xiqing slapped the muzzle on his chest muscles, "You'd better be acquainted, or I will kill first and then rape."
"I have never been acquainted."
"Are there any last words?" Xia Xiqing raised her mouth like a professional killer.
"Last words..." Zhou Ziheng put his hands in his pockets quite lazily, and looked up, with a serious thought. "Half of my inheritance will be donated to the construction of Hope Primary School, and half will be used to build roads in the mountains. Well..." He suddenly leaned forward, so he lowered his head against the gun, and the warm breath slowly sprayed on the bridge of the gunman's nose.
"Buy all the paintings Xia Xiqing painted for me and bring them to my funeral."
After speaking, he kissed Xia Xiqing who was slightly startled.
A kiss that I only tasted took away the gun in his hand as well as the heart that jumped so hard to hold the weapon.