When Xia Xiqing came out of the elevator, he found five or six little girls standing at the door. He immediately felt that they were fans or something. He didn't expect that as soon as he approached the revolving door, the girls surrounded him.
"Are there more masks?" Xia Xiqing elbows Xu Qichen, who is already wearing a mask. Xu Qichen spread his hands together, "No, just one."
Xia Xiqing sighed, "You have a burden." I also blamed myself for not being prepared enough, so I could only bite the bullet and go out.
Each of the little girls held their mobile phones and called Xia Xiqing's name.
"Brother Xi Qing, what are you doing here?"
Xia Xiqing also learned her tone, "Have fun."
Several girls laughed together, rushing 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 just happened to be shopping here and we came over."
"Hot search?" Xia Xiqing walked two steps to the side of the road, Xu Qichen went to pick up the car first, and he was left waiting here with the little girls.
"Yes, someone met you by chance, and the trailer for the new issue of "Escape from the Sky" has just been released!"
As soon as she finished talking, the other little girls screamed. Xia Xiqing felt that he was surrounded by a group of little groundhogs. He couldn't help but laugh, "What's wrong with you?"
"Brother, go and watch the trailer, it's super sweet!"
sweet? Xia Xiqing is unclear. So, isn't this a suspenseful reality show.
"Brother, did you win this issue? Can you spoil it?"
"Brother, who is killer?"
"Brother Xi Qing, when are you going to record the next issue?"
"I can't say, you can watch it then~"
Questions one after another, Xia Xiqing was overwhelmed. As soon as he looked up and saw Xu Qichen's car approaching, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm leaving, it's not early, you also 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 in the car, and kept beckoning to him. Xia Xiqing, who was in the co-pilot, let out a long sigh of relief and put down the things in his hands. Xu Qichen joked, "It's very popular."
"Believe it or not, you will be picked up at that time, and you will laugh."
"I don't care." Xu Qichen turned the steering wheel, "It's a big deal to pick out my crispy duck vest, and I'll let you play and change it."
"Come on, you two who are so tired and tired of acting on your own."
"Before there were people who wanted to buy a drama in my previous book and wanted to change it into a movie. I seemed to have shown you that short story before, which happened in Nice."
"Nan Ke Yimeng. I know." Xia Xiqing leaned her head against the window, "Sold it?"
"No, I don't think no one can play Yuning's vigorous work." Xu Qichen suddenly laughed, "Thinking that you and Zhou Ziheng's tutor are suitable, the sunshine is healthy, the scumbag attack and the gloomy romantic experience are broken." Xu Qichen couldn't stop laughing.
"You are the recipient, Lao Tzu is romantic."
Xu Qichen glanced at him and said, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Xia Xiqing sighed, "Because it is too easy to be recognized now, I dare not go to a nightclub recently."
"That kind of place should have been less visited. Besides," Xu Qichen said, "How can Zhou Ziheng look good in nightclub boys."
Hearing him mention Zhou Ziheng's name, Xia Xiqing subconsciously let out a cry, but did not answer the question, but said a lot in his heart.
How can the goods in nightclubs be compared with big stars, and there are not many celebrities that can compare with Zhou Ziheng.
At this moment, Xia Xiqing accidentally received Zhou Ziheng's WeChat.
[Moral pacesetter: Are you over? ]
Xia Xiqing leaned her head against the car window and typed in and replied to him.
[Terrorist: What are you doing? ]
"It's all here." Xu Qichen glanced at his watch, "Let's go to my house for dinner tonight, and I will make you some good food."
Xia Xiqing said, "I want to eat sweet and sour pork ribs."
"Then I'll let Zhixu bring it back, ah, by the way, I haven't returned his call." Xu Qichen quickly dialed Xia Zhixu's phone. Xia Xiqing automatically turned on the function of [shield conversations between greasy couples], and lowered his head to send another message to Zhou Ziheng.
[Terrorist: I went to Chenchen’s house to have a meal at night. The sweet and sour pork ribs he made were delicious. ]
Originally, Zhou Ziheng was editing the reply to the previous message, but when he saw this sentence, he deleted it all. Chenchen is so affectionate, isn't it a high school classmate? As for such affection.
High school classmates…
Zhou Ziheng suddenly became a little jealous of Xu Qichen. He also wanted to see Xia Xiqing in his youth, but he didn't know what he was like at that time. Maybe he was shorter and more delicate than he is now. At that time, he would paint every day, or would he run to the basketball court after class like other boys.
When Xia Xiqing was fifteen years old, would it be different from Xia Xiqing now? Would it be childish and cute
Speaking of childishness, I was only ten years old at that time, still a primary school student.
Thinking about it this way, Zhou Ziheng was even worse.
I feel that I have missed a lot of time, and I can't catch up with the time.
The voices of Xu Qichen and Xia Zhixu were different when they called, and they were always calm and emotional. When they met Xia Zhixu, the children 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.
[Ethical pacesetter: I can also make sweet and sour pork ribs. Come to my house. ]
Xia Xiqing was happy when he saw the news. He laughed so suddenly and obviously 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 pacesetter: Then you will know if you eat it. ]
This kind of strange logic is again, but it always has strange persuasiveness.
Xia Xiqing waited for Xu Qichen to hang up, hesitated and said, "Well... I might not be able to go to your house at night."
"What's wrong? Anything else?"
"Yeah..." Xia Xiqing realized that it was not the first time that he had let Qichen a pigeon. He was a little bit sorry, "I will go to your house in two days. You two will go through the two-person world today."
Xu Qichen didn't ask too much. He didn't have a gossip character, and he turned around and sent Xia Xiqing back home.
"Director Kunming should contact you directly about casting." Xu Qichen rolled down the window and looked at Xia Xiqing 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 hot searches are still hanging on them. The fourth place is [Meet Xia Xiqing], and the fifth place is ["Escape from Birth Day" Trailer Egg].
Why are there still easter eggs this time, the show group will play more and more.
He clicked on the hot search of [ A profile shot of him taken by a young driver.
[A sweet bean who loves self-study: My brother took Xia Xiqing today! I took a picture of him. Oh my God, I was crying. I should be a taxi conductor for my brother. ]
The comments below are basically CP fans, and there are many passersby.
[Self-study is overwhelming: Mom, Xi Qing's brother dressed so sassy and cool in private. This is the man I have ever seen who wears the best overalls! ]
[My love is a little painter: Oh my god, this little juggling, I really want to touch it. ]
[Cucumber, watermelon, cantaloupe: Is Xia Xiqing's raw picture so good? The feeling from the comics, @ some Tiantian, a small fresh meat known as the beauty and prosperity, comes in and gets beaten. ]
[Sweety: Xia Xiqing's legs are so long, they can't be covered by a one-piece suit, so he looks so salty, totally unaffected, and has a boyfriend's sense of sight. ]
Whoever suffers, Lao Tzu has been a 1 for 25 years.
[Self-study girl celebrates the New Year every day: Xiqing is about eight meters tall, but she doesn't look high with Ziheng. Self-hanging all over the entertainment circle is not just for fun. The shears at station B all rely on self-hanging. ]
Go all over the entertainment industry
Isn't he 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 before auditioning, had changed into a white sweater. It was probably not long after the shower. His hair was not completely dry, and there was still a black pair on his nose. Framed glasses, it looks exactly like a young wolf dog.
Standing at the door before entering, Zhou Ziheng bowed his head and kissed Xia Xiqing's lips naturally, as if it were like this. But Xia Xiqing was stunned, and his mind was blank for a moment.
"come in."
This kind of intimacy has exceeded his definition of their relationship. Xia Xiqing was a little dazed, but a little throbbing in the dazedness.
This feeling is a bit strange, making him flustered.
With an afterthought, Xia Xiqing closed the door, and when he came in, he found a pair of navy blue cotton mops in the hallway.
When he took off his shoes and put them on, Xia Xiqing realized that these shoes were not the ones he had worn when he came.
This pair fits well.
Zhou Ziheng's thoughtfulness is like a frog boiled in warm water. You are already wrapped in his tenderness before you react, and you can't help but resist.
There is no opportunity to resist at all.
"Sit down by yourself first, and you'll be well soon." His voice came from the kitchen, and Xia Xiqing walked over with the fragrance, seeing Zhou Ziheng's back, and his heart was warm. He hasn't felt this way for a long time, even when he was at Xu Qichen's house and saw him cooking for himself, Xia Xiqing hadn't felt this way.
This person is just for him alone.
The heart began to produce an uncontrolled illusion.
How could he have such terrible thoughts? This person is Zhou Ziheng.
It is absolutely impossible for him to be someone's private property.
Originally, he wanted to tease the general attack of the entertainment industry because of Weibo comments, but when 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 to get closer to Zhou Ziheng's profile, "May I help you?"
"No." Zhou Ziheng's mouth curled up without looking at him, "I doubt your cooking ability."
Hearing Zhou Ziheng's jokes, Xia Xiqing shone on his calf, Zhou Ziheng didn't fight back either, just smiled and said don't make trouble, and then threw the cut tomatoes into the pot.
Xia Xiqing saw the washed cherry tomatoes in the porcelain bowl beside him, grabbed a few of them and put them in his mouth, ran to the boiling soup pot and took a look, and said vaguely, "What's cooking? "
"Tomato yellow-bone fish soup." Seeing the red tomato juice on the corners of his mouth, Zhou Ziheng reached out and wiped it, then lifted the lid of another pot, and the white heat came out all of a sudden, mixed with sweet and sour. The unique aroma of ribs.
"It smells so good." Xia Xiqing didn't feel much hungry at first, but when he smelled it, he felt hungry. "How long will it take."
"For a while." Zhou Ziheng held the spatula and turned over the ribs, then put the lid on the pot again. Xia Xiqing was a little curious, how could he, a child star who has acted since childhood, know how to cook.
"Where do you have time to learn to cook?"
Zhou Ziheng looked up his neck and thought for a while, "I did it when I was young. I like cooking and I feel very relieved. And then there was a drama where I played a chef. I went to train for a month. The cooking shots are all made by myself, there is no substitute."
It's really amazing. If you change to another actor, you might not be so caring. In any case, Xia Xiqing felt that he had made a big deal. The more he thought about it, the more proud he got, he stretched out his hand and tugged the drawstring on Zhou Ziheng's sweater and hat, and he tugged the old man.
Zhou Ziheng didn't know what he was doing, so he just smiled and said to stop making trouble. Xia Xiqing was a reluctant master, the less he was allowed to drag him, the more he would have to drag him.
The verbal warning didn't work. Zhou Ziheng changed his tricks and directly wrapped Xia Xiqing's waist with his hands, and took him into his arms. "Are you still pulling?"
Xia Xiqing leaned on the Liulitai with his eyes down, and his index finger was wrapped around the drawstring from the bottom up to his side neck. The fingertips repeatedly scratched the section from his side neck to the back of his ears, gently and slowly.
For Zhou Ziheng, this kind of teasing was simply a gentle Ling Chi. He caught Xia Xiqing's fingers, "Do you particularly like to make trouble when others are doing things?"
It's a complete cat line.
Xia Xiqing raised his eyes, pretending to be innocent, "No, how can I make trouble."
"Not yet?" Zhou Ziheng raised his eyebrows.
He raised his chin, grabbed Zhou Ziheng's neckline and tugged fiercely. The expression on his face changed from innocent to scornful in a moment. The distance between the two suddenly shortened, leaving only a faint separation between his lips and lips. distance.
"I didn't kiss you, so how can it be considered a mess?"
The tenderness escalated into a tension-filled collision in an instant. Zhou Ziheng was completely defeated by him, he didn't want to think about anything, just wanted to kiss him.
As Zhou Ziheng approached, Xia Xiqing released his hand again and hid behind him. When Zhou Ziheng didn't react, he smiled and pushed him away, and walked 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 smiled lightly, picked up the spoon and stirred the boiling soup. The vortex created by the agitation 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 floor-to-ceiling windows. The night here is not the same as the landscape seen in his own home, and the buildings are more and brighter.
What's interesting is that there is a commercial building not far away. There is a huge LED billboard on the building, which happens to be Zhou Ziheng's mobile phone endorsement. This feeling is a bit strange, and Xia Xiqing can't tell why. Turning his head, he found that there were some photos on the TV wall, many of which had not been seen by Xia Xiqing. He walked over and took a closer look. They turned out to be photos taken by Zhou Ziheng on the crew when he was a child.
Speaking of it, Xia Xiqing was attracted by him completely because of the hotly searched basketball game photos. Zhou Ziheng on the court was full of spirits and murderousness, and his whole body exuded strong hormones. Before Zhou Ziheng took the "walking hormone" persona, Xia Xiqing didn't care about the domestic entertainment industry at all.
Even if he was later circled by him, Xia Xiqing didn't care at all, or was too lazy to care about what drama Zhou Ziheng played when he was a child, anyway, he was an out-and-out physical meal and had no interest in children at all.
But... Xia Xiqing leaned forward to the old photo on the wall.
When he was a child, Zhou Ziheng was quite cute. He looked soft and soft. He had a cute appearance that would be squeezed and hugged by all kinds of strange uncles and aunts when he was taken out.
In the photo, Zhou Ziheng is wearing a small painter's hat and overalls. It seems that he is acting in a Republican drama, and he is just like a young master of the tits. The little face looked like a little girl, white and tender, with big eyes.
What kind of devil is time, turning such a cute little guy into a 1.9-meter total attack. But Xia Xiqing always felt a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.
Probably all beautiful children are familiar with it. The more Xia Xiqing saw this child, the more adorable he felt, and wondered if he wanted to make up for the little child star's drama? Anyway, idle is idle.
How come you look so cute.
He stretched out his finger and gently poked the face of the villain in the photo.
"What are you doing?"
Xia Xiqing retracted her hand with a guilty conscience, and her shoulders trembled with fright. When she turned around, she saw Zhou Ziheng holding the soup bowl.
"Nothing."
He didn't know what his guilty conscience was.
But it was Zhou Ziheng when he was a child. It was just an understatement of a kiss by Zhou Ziheng. He may understand, or he may want to pretend not to understand.
All symptoms of restlessness probably originate from the same cause.
He didn't want to admit that he liked more than Zhou Ziheng's persona.