It seemed that he had come from another event. Zhou Ziheng, wearing a gray-green jacket, walked in a hurry. After entering the door, he greeted the surrounding staff.
"Sorry, I'm late."
The wide hood covers half of his face, revealing only a pair of deeply contoured eyes.
"Siheng is here."
He has a good popularity, and he used to record this TV station's programs before, and the staff who communicated with him liked him very much. Zhou Ziheng is only a twenty-year-old young man, who is like a brother to most people in this circle. It's just that his usually too strong aura makes people always ignore his age.
The makeup artist pulled him aside to do makeup and hair. Last night, when I was shooting a magazine in the early hours of the morning, he rushed to the movie to promote him. The severely sleepless Zhou Ziheng closed his eyes and asked the stylist to blow his hair and make up for his sleep.
"Xiao Heng's clothes look great today." The makeup artist's sister smiled softly.
Not enough rest caused the brain to react slowly. Zhou Ziheng opened his eyes and answered honestly, "This set is sponsored by the brand."
"Puff." The makeup artist laughed and sprayed him with a styling spray, "You are still so real."
Seeing that his condition is really not good, Assistant Ronaldinho hurriedly bought a cup of iced coffee, just as Zhou Ziheng's styling was finished, he waited to shoot the promo. He took the coffee and said thank you, and walked out of the dressing room.
He bypassed the studio area and came to the semi-open rest area. Zhou Ziheng took two sips of coffee and put it aside, stretched out his two long legs and sat on the sofa beside him, tilted his head and looked around, his eyes scanned. I saw everything, that is, I deliberately avoided Xia Xiqing, the center of the spotlight.
"OK, Xi Qing is fine!"
Xia Xiqing thanked him and looked at Zhou Ziheng. The opponent was lying on the sofa, the collar of the upright jacket was pulled up to cover half of his face, only a pair of nice eyes and thick frowning eyebrows were exposed. The three words unhappy were written for nothing.
Why is this person so funny, as if he was dragged over by force. Xia Xiqing walked over. It's okay if he didn't go. As soon as he got closer, it was obvious that the opponent's brows were frowning deeper.
Don't you want me to sit here? Xia Xiqing raised her eyebrows, sat down beside Zhou Ziheng straightforwardly, and smiled at him with her head to the side, still the same as the last time she met unexpectedly.
"What a coincidence." Xia Xiqing's eyes narrowed. Even if the person in front of him knew his face, he would still look natural and harmless. "You also participate in this show."
Zhou Ziheng looked up silently, and moved his whole person to the side, saying that you are still pretending to me here.
Although he understood in his heart, he didn't say a word, his head tilted to the other side, and the whole person was cold, just as if he couldn't see Xia Xiqing.
A hot face pressed a cold butt, Xia Xiqing didn't feel embarrassed, but felt that Zhou Ziheng was more interesting than he thought this week. He smiled and leaned on the sofa with his long legs wrapped in suit pants stretched out.
Zhou Ziheng not only didn't want to see him, but didn't want to listen to him. He took out his mobile phone and earphones from his jacket and was about to plug his ears when he heard Xia Xiqing speak.
"You treat your fans like this, be careful, I'll take off fans and step back."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Zhou Ziheng's hands holding the earphones pause, hesitated for a while, and finally turned slightly to look at him.
The word fan is really good. Xia Xiqing smiled inwardly.
The two people looked at each other without embarrassment for a while, and Zhou Ziheng finally spoke, probably out of respect, and when he spoke, he opened the zipper on the stand collar and said seriously, "I am not targeting you, I just don't like it. Treat people with disagreeable feelings."
Xia Xiqing was stunned for half a second.
This... Where did the fairy little angel come from, with a face that was born to be an Alpha scumbag, so honest in his bones.
He smiled, his lips curled up like a sly cat, "How do you know that I am not focused on feelings?"
Zhou Ziheng's brows didn't stretch at all, but they wrung deeper. He remembered the situation when he met Xia Xiqing in the bathroom that day, and the seemingly innocent person said such vicious words.
Seeing the complicated expression on Zhou Ziheng's face, Xia Xiqing suddenly became serious, with a sincere light in his eyes, and he sincerely defended himself, "Really, I am not what you think. You misunderstood that day. The matter is very complicated. I can’t tell for a while. That person is not my object. He has been pestering me for a long time, and he has been messing with other people besides me. I was really forced to say those words to scare me. Frighten him, a bully person like me is too easy to suffer if he doesn't say something cruel." His lips were pursed, the expression on his face was a little frustrated and aggrieved, and he raised his hand to touch his own. The tip of my nose said, "I have been really uncomfortable these few days. It is clear that I was the one being harassed, and I was considered a scumbag by my idol."
The word idol is very useful. Zhou Ziheng's expression has obviously become a lot softer. Xia Xiqing sighed, his eyes were innocent and aggrieved, "I swear to you, I am definitely not the kind of person who treats feelings inconsistently."
It's just that as soon as you feel that the other person really likes you, you will want to run away.
I only like to chase the excitement of others, and my degree of specificity in challenging problems is almost pathological. Once the challenge is completed, the previous dry wood fire is poured with cold water and extinguished cleanly.
He looked at Zhou Ziheng's eyes with an expression that was so sincere that even professional actors could hardly distinguish between true and false. He did not fear any scrutiny, "I really like you so much and I have painted a lot of pictures."
Seeing Zhou Ziheng's brows stretched slightly, there was less doubt in his eyes. Xia Xiqing reached out to him, "The first time I met was so embarrassing and it caused a misunderstanding. I'm really sorry, let's meet again."
Zhou Ziheng's arms crossed his chest, and he was not very willing to stretch out his hands. His eyes swept across Xia Xiqing's body. After hesitating for a long time, he finally compromised.
He thought of the picture painted by Xia Xiqing.
The temperature of the two hands overlapped, and there was a wonderful sense of blending.
"My name is Xia Xiqing."
Zhou Ziheng's chin was slightly nodded, and the superior jaw line affected the muscles of the side neck. Although the "fan" in front of him must know his name, he still succinctly declared his home out of courtesy, "Zhou Ziheng." "After I finished speaking, I prepared to take my hand out, but I felt that the other party was holding his hand forcefully, and looked up at him with some doubts, but saw Xia Xiqing smiling, "Hey, don't you ask me what my name is." Word?"
This person is really strange.
Zhou Ziheng raised his chin slightly, and his expression began to show a trace of impatience. Such an expression made him look extraordinarily attractive, but he still maintained the last patience, "Which words."
"Xi is learning, Qing..."
Before he finished speaking, the slender, white hand holding Zhou Ziheng's palm was caught off guard and used his force to take him mechanically. Zhou Ziheng's dark brown pupils dilated slightly, and he almost ran into that seemingly innocent face, leaving only a slight invisible distance between the tip of his nose and the tip of his nose.
The fragrance of Xia Xiqing's body replaced him as the most cunning invader, pouring in, spreading, and occupying the high ground.
The brief moment of closeness seems to be infinitely slowed down, turning into a frame of light and shadow. The distance is too close, even the nose is burned ambiguous, the spicy pepper, the thick tobacco and the sweet musk are all rolled up, and Zhou Ziheng frowns, but when the acceptance reaches the end, it feels a subtle sweetness. The taste, unbiased, penetrates into the breath, and enters the lungs.
In the complex aroma, the same ambiguous air sound spread from the corner of his smiling mouth.
"It's unclear or unclear."
Xia Xiqing let go of his hand, and the corner of his left mouth curled up, his eyes full of jokes.
Obviously, he was still defending his morality last second, but this second he showed his true face full of malice.
Absolutely, absolutely can't believe this face anymore.
The author has something to say: Zhou Ziheng: Next time, he must not be allowed to succeed. 【make a fist
Xia Xiqing: Do you think I am delicious? 【Wai Xiao
Zhou Ziheng: ... Goodbye.
The prototype of the perfume is "dirty talk" by Tachibana