Zhou Ziheng was stunned when he was hugged.
What was going on? Why was he hugging me
"Hey... wake up..." Zhou Ziheng struggled to free his hand and pushed Xia Xiqing.
It would have been fine if he hadn't pushed. But after this push, Xia Xiqing, who was buried in his neck, suddenly exhaled. The warm air mixed with the aroma of red wine climbed along the side of Zhou Ziheng's neck to his ear, ignited flames, and his whole body suddenly burned.
Zhou Ziheng woke up in an instant, and an alarm hidden somewhere in the corner of his mind began to sound.
"Hello!"
He quickly broke free from Xia Xiqing's arms, and without even bothering to fasten his seat belt, he started the car and drove to the hotel in a daze.
Although he had not drunk any alcohol, Zhou Ziheng felt that he was not sober at all, and his mind was full of hallucinations, just like in that underground tunnel. This feeling was strange and strong, occupying Zhou Ziheng's senses in an almost aggressive manner, and he could not raise any objections.
Zhou Ziheng put on a hat before getting off the car. The previous panic had not completely dissipated, so he even forgot to wear a mask. He just held Xia Xiqing and entered the hotel.
Fortunately, Jiang Yin had told him before that Xia Xiqing's hotel was near his, otherwise Zhou Ziheng really wouldn't know where Xia Xiqing was staying.
It was already two or three in the morning, and there were not many staff in the hotel lobby, but there was still an enthusiastic boy who came forward to help Zhou Ziheng to help Xia Xiqing into the elevator. After the elevator door closed, Zhou Ziheng let go of his hand in disdain, and let the staff help Xia Xiqing.
The atmosphere in the elevator suddenly became quiet.
The staff looked at Zhou Ziheng several times, and Zhou Ziheng remembered that he was not wearing a mask.
Ah... I've been recognized.
Are you a fan? I've been watching myself.
"Um..." the staff member said a little embarrassedly, "Sir..."
Zhou Ziheng gave him a professional smile and said, "Excuse me, you can go upstairs first for taking photos and autographs, then..."
"No... sir, it's like this," the staff helped Xia Xiqing who was about to slide down, coughed awkwardly, and explained apologetically, "The elevators here require room cards to be swiped before they can be used. Could you please take out your room card and swipe the elevator?"
At this moment, Zhou Ziheng wished that the elevator would explode.
He thought that mistaking someone for his fan was embarrassing enough, but he didn't expect that something even more embarrassing was waiting for him.
He searched Xia Xiqing's body but couldn't find his room card.
"Hmm... I don't think my friend's room card is with me..." Zhou Ziheng's scalp was numb, but he still maintained the calmness that a famous actor should have on the surface, "Well, how about I open another one now."
Zhou Ziheng's life over the past twenty years could almost be described as smooth sailing. However, ever since he met Xia Xiqing, everything seemed to go wrong and he became extremely embarrassed.
The lady at the front desk was much more enthusiastic than the male staff member. Her eyes were fixed on Zhou Ziheng. "Hello, how can I help you?"
"Are there any empty rooms?" Zhou Ziheng felt a little uncomfortable. Seeing another girl on duty taking out her mobile phone to secretly take pictures, she had to pull her collar to quietly cover half of her face.
"How many rooms do you need?" The receptionist smiled sweetly at Zhou Ziheng.
Zhou Ziheng looked back and saw Xia Xiqing being helped to the sofa in the lobby by the staff.
Send him to his room and then go back to your hotel. It’s not far away anyway.
Zhou Ziheng turned around and said to the receptionist, "One room, please."
The receptionist looked down at the system and said, "Okay, we only have one deluxe king-size bed room left. Is that okay with you?"
"Yeah." He sleeps alone anyway.
The hotel boy helped Zhou Ziheng to help Xia Xiqing into the elevator. This time Zhou Ziheng remembered and swiped the room card as soon as he got in. Although Xia Xiqing looked very thin, he was still a man of 1.8 meters. Zhou Ziheng and the hotel boy took a lot of effort to help him into the room.
It was indeed a deluxe king-size room. Zhou Ziheng looked at the decoration of the room and couldn't help but roll his eyes in his heart. But he still turned around and smiled at the hotel boy, "Thank you, you've worked hard."
"It's okay." The young man's face was red, maybe because he was tired or something, "It's not hard, not hard."
Zhou Ziheng laughed dryly. Seeing that the young man had no intention of leaving, he waited for a long time before speaking, "Then you..."
The young man finally said what he really wanted, "Ah, I, I, I actually like you very much. I mean, I have seen many of your plays. Ziheng, can you sign an autograph for me?" He took out a black marker from somewhere, held it in both hands and carefully handed it to Zhou Ziheng, then took off his hotel work jacket to reveal a T-shirt, and turned his back happily, "Can I sign behind your back?"
Yes, this T-shirt is the same one that Zhou Ziheng wore at the airport.
Zhou Ziheng was really embarrassed. If this person wasn't his fan, then what happened just now wouldn't be a big deal, and it would be forgotten in a couple of days anyway, but this person turned out to be his fan!
It's so embarrassing, I've brought shame upon myself in front of my fans.
Zhou Ziheng held the pen in dismay and signed for the young man with a fake professional smile on his face, "Thank you for your support."
The young man was so happy that he took the pen and walked back while saying, "Ziheng, you have to keep working hard. I will always support you." He walked back to the door, still muttering, "Take care of yourself. The weather is going to change soon. Come on."
"..." Zhou Ziheng walked to the door and wanted to close it for the little fan who was reluctant to leave. He smiled and said to him, "Don't post what happened today on Weibo."
"Yeah! Goodbye Ziheng!"
The world is finally quiet.
Zhou Ziheng almost forgot that there was a real troublemaker lying on the bed. He wondered if he should find a fortune teller recently, as everything seemed to be going badly. Standing by the bed and looking at Xia Xiqing who had fainted, Zhou Ziheng wondered if he should help wipe his face or something, but he had never taken care of others before, so he was not used to it and was not good at it.
When I was struggling, I felt like I had nowhere to put my hands, so I pulled the zipper of my coat up and down.
Forget it, let’s just send him off to the west.
Zhou Ziheng walked to the bathroom, wet a towel and wiped Xia Xiqing's face roughly. This person's skin was so good, much better than many female stars he had acted with before, which made Zhou Ziheng involuntarily slow down his movements.
With the towel between my fingers, I gently wiped from the bridge of my nose to the tip of my nose, and paused for a moment. The tiny mole on the tip of my nose was like a sesame seed, and it looked so cute when it was placed on the tip of my nose.
Good? Forget it, Xia Xiqing has nothing to do with this word. Zhou Ziheng, who was sitting on the bed, stood up, put the towel back into the bathroom, walked back to cover Xia Xiqing with the quilt, and prepared to leave the hotel room.
Just as I raised my foot to walk away, my wrist was grabbed.
When he turned around, he found Xia Xiqing, who was in a daze, holding his hand and muttering something, but he couldn't hear what he was saying.
It seemed like he was asking him not to leave.
His hands are so hot. Zhou Ziheng turned around and pinched Xia Xiqing's palms, and found that they were really hot. Xia Xiqing had been wearing a thin white shirt all day, and he had drunk some wine and was exposed to the wind in the evening, so he must have caught a cold.
To be honest, if the person lying in bed with a fever and drunk at this time was not Xia Xiqing, Zhou Ziheng would definitely stay and take care of him without hesitation.
But it was Xia Xiqing whom he could not avoid. Even Xiao Zhou, who had a strong sense of morality, began to hesitate.
Xia Xiqing grumbled again, his brows slightly furrowed, and he curled up on his side, his hand still tightly grasping Zhou Ziheng's hand.
A little soft-hearted.
No, you can't be soft-hearted!
It was just one night, and it didn't look like a high fever. A grown man shouldn't be burned to death. He had done his best.
After finding an excuse for himself, Zhou Ziheng ruthlessly pried Xia Xiqing's hands apart, opened the door without any hesitation, and walked out.
Xia Xiqing was almost angry to death.
I have already hinted at this, and I was just short of forcing a kiss under the influence of alcohol, why can't this wooden head come to his senses? Could it be that he is really a steel straight man? He opened his eyes in annoyance and stared at the ceiling.
She had clearly brought it to him, and even wiped his face and covered him with a blanket, but in the end, he just left like that?
Are you a healthy adult
Just as I was cursing Zhou Ziheng for being useless in my heart, I suddenly heard the sound of the door being opened, so I quickly closed my eyes.
Not leaving again? Xia Xiqing wondered in his heart, what's wrong with this kid, he always tosses and turns.
It wasn't that Zhou Ziheng didn't want to leave, he really wanted to leave, but the key was that he discovered something important as soon as he went out - he couldn't find his hotel room card after searching for a long time. So, just as he was about to close Xia Xiqing's door, Zhou Ziheng could only turn back in dismay, wondering if he had forgotten this room.
"Where did it go? I probably forgot to bring it..." Zhou Ziheng muttered to himself while searching for it.
Xia Xiqing was delighted in his heart. It was amazing that even God was helping him pick up men.
After searching for a long time, Zhou Ziheng still couldn't find his room card. He thought he must have forgotten to bring it with him, so he could only sit on the sofa and look at Xia Xiqing lying motionless on the bed dejectedly. 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.
Just make do with it for one night. After all, we have experienced many difficult environments when filming before. Besides, Xia Xiqing is still running a fever. If he really dies from the burn, who will be responsible
After thinking about a lot of random things, Zhou Ziheng sighed, went to the bathroom to wash up quickly, and when he came out, he walked to the bed and glanced at Xia Xiqing who was wrapped in the quilt. His face was half covered by his hair, and he felt inexplicably fragile.
Zhou Ziheng stretched out his hand and wanted to touch Xia Xiqing's forehead, but for some reason, his hand stopped in mid-air.
The shadow of the hand fell on the side of his face, blending with the scattered hair in the dark tone, forming a black mass, which withdrew little by little as the hand was retracted.
It shouldn't be a big deal, just go to sleep.
Zhou Ziheng left the bedside and just as he put his hand on the light switch, he thought of Xia Xiqing's appearance in the dark. He paused, and finally just turned off the ceiling light, leaving a lamp on the bedside.
Glancing at Xia Xiqing who was curled up with his back to him, Zhou Ziheng walked lightly to the sofa. He was exhausted after recording the show all night and fell asleep soon after lying down on the sofa.
Xia Xiqing didn't know how long he had been lying there. From the moment Zhou Ziheng lay down, he hadn't closed his eyes, and his expression was as calm as the sea under the moonlight.
Behind him was the lamp that Zhou Ziheng had left for him. The warm yellow light seemed to penetrate the thick quilt and hit his butterfly bones directly.
A plan is always just a plan.
He had been planning to hook Zhou Ziheng today. Even if he didn't do it all the way, he had to do something. After all, they were men. He really didn't believe that he couldn't arouse Zhou Ziheng. A twenty-year-old young man could not stand being teased.
That was indeed the original plan.
But when Zhou Ziheng left the light on for him, all these thoughts piled up in his chest were like a smoke bomb, exploding with a bang and then vanishing. Some inexplicable emotions replaced those desires and blocked his heart again.
It's uncomfortable.
Xia Xiqing hated this feeling. He hated any feeling that made him look vulnerable.
After tossing and turning and unable to fall asleep, Xia Xiqing threw back the quilt, got out of bed, and walked to the sofa. Zhou Ziheng was too tall, and he was lying on the sofa in an awkward position, without a quilt covering him.
Like a large dog living under someone else's roof.
Xia Xiqing half-knelt, his eyes lazily scanning Zhou Ziheng. This face, which almost completely matched his own aesthetic, had been sketched in his mind and drawn on paper countless times by him.
Zhou Ziheng was sleeping soundly, his breathing was steady and slow. Xia Xiqing stretched out a finger and used it as a paintbrush. With the fingertip less than a centimeter away from the skin, he gently slid down from his forehead to his three-dimensional brow bone, to his high nose bridge, and then to his delicate lip peak.
Stopped.
Xia Xiqing slowly bent his fingers, turned his head, and moved closer to his face, gradually shortening the distance between them.
Closer, closer.
It's like a classic emotional scene in a movie.
Until his warm breath almost sprayed on Xia Xiqing's face, the distance between their lips was only a few millimeters. His face was divided by light and dark, one side was the warm yellow diffused by the bedside lamp, and the other side was the darkness that should belong to the middle of the night.
The moment their lips were about to touch, Xia Xiqing gave up. He stood up and inserted his fingers into his hair in annoyance.
What on earth am I doing
Only little girls would do such things, like fools.
Scratching his hair, Xia Xiqing walked to the bed and took the quilt to the sofa. He took off the gray-green windbreaker that Zhou Ziheng was covering himself with and casually threw the quilt on him. He was obviously curled up due to the cold, but he was still able to hold on.
After lighting a cigarette, Xia Xiqing sat on another sofa, the smoke soaking his not-quite-clear brain, turning into some kind of wonderful tranquilizer. After finishing the cigarette, he was almost sober, grabbed Zhou Ziheng's jacket and put it on, and left the hotel.
When he was exiting the elevator, he met the young man who had supported him at the front desk. The other party stared at him as he walked out of the elevator with a black question mark face. Xia Xiqing took off his hat and walked to the front desk. His pair of peach blossom eyes completed a beautiful arc.
"thank you."
"You..." The young man came to his senses and quickly changed his words, "You... You are not drunk in the room... Then, then he..."
"Ah~ Yes, I'm sober now." Xia Xiqing's fingers tapped briskly on the marble counter at the front desk. "If Ziheng wakes up tomorrow morning, please tell him that I've taken his clothes."
After saying that, Xia Xiqing put his hands in his pockets, tucked his chin into his collar, and said lightly, "It's so cold~"
He left the hotel in such a dignified, cool and open manner.
After returning home, Xia Xiqing did not go anywhere and slept in the apartment for a whole day. Recording the program had completely exhausted his energy and he was unable to recover for several days. Finally, when he recovered his strength, he carried his drawing board and prepared to go out to sketch. As soon as he walked out the door, he received a call from Chen Fang.
Chen Fang is a childhood friend of Xia Xiqing. He is a straight man and was almost deceived by Xia Xiqing, but they have always been good friends.
"Hello, Xi Qing."
"Oh, you still remember me." Xia Xiqing clamped the mobile phone between his shoulders and locked the door with great effort. The environment of this apartment was not bad. He had chosen it because it was a building from the last century with great artistic value, so he rented it at a high price. However, many of the facilities were not working well, and it was difficult to lock the door every time. Xia Xiqing was not at home most of the time and was too lazy to bother, but now that he had rejected the offer from abroad and had returned, he basically did not plan to go out again, so he had to find a place to stay.
Just as he received a call from Chen Fang, Xia Xiqing asked casually, "Oh, by the way, are you an agent now? Are there any good properties available recently?"
"You are the real estate agent. Your whole family is real estate agents."
"Sorry, my family is engaged in development." Xia Xiqing smiled, "Seriously, I want to borrow a house from you, please help me keep an eye on it."
Chen Fang sighed for a while, and finally compromised, "What kind do you want, Master Xia?"
"A good view, quiet, not too remote, not too dark at night where you can't see anything. Price doesn't matter."
The last few words were like a knife stabbing into Chen Fang's heart. As expected of a rich second-generation, Chen Fang clicked his tongue in his heart, "Your request is really good. The places with nice scenery and quietness are all small villas, and they are not in the city center."
"Stop talking nonsense. Do you have any?" Xia Xiqing took the elevator downstairs. The sun was shining brightly outside, making people feel warm. "If you don't want to do business, I will throw this pot of fertilizer water into other people's fields."
"I haven't finished yet. If you ask someone else, they may not be able to find the house you want. Who am I, Chen Fang? I am not an ordinary person. There is a house available recently. It is a duplex on the top floor of a luxury apartment. It has 400 square meters with floor-to-ceiling windows. The location is also very good. All the people living there are rich people. The privacy is very good. How about I take you there to have a look later?"
This Chen Fang really does not let us down at the critical moment.
"Okay, I'll meet you downstairs in your company this afternoon."
"Please don't drive such a nice car, I beg you." Chen Fang remembered the last time he just started working, he finally hooked up with a young lady who was interning with him. They were about to go to the company downstairs to eat ramen, but Xia Xiqing drove a Maserati to bring him a watermelon. With just a few words, he bewitched the girl.
Xia Xiqing was overjoyed, "I'll take a taxi, don't worry."
Although it was said to be sketching, Xia Xiqing didn't find a particularly suitable place. The city where he used to live was on the Yangtze River, and he especially loved going to the river beach. In spring, the light yellow willow branches were soft, in summer, the river beach was full of sunflowers, in autumn there were large tracts of reeds, and the snow scene in winter was also beautiful.
Standing in front of the artificial lake in the Lake Center Park, Xia Xiqing felt as if he could hear the river breeze.
It whistled through my heart, leaving my chest empty.
The scenery here is really ordinary, nothing to pick, Xia Xiqing tied his hair up casually, a small tuft appeared on the back of his head, he stood in front of the drawing board, his left hand in his pocket, holding a sketch pencil in his right hand and sketching casually, perfunctorily. A few little girls came over and secretly took pictures of him, but Xia Xiqing didn't care, probably because they had seen him on Weibo and recognized him.
There was a young man sitting on a bench by the lake. He was good-looking and kept playing with his mobile phone. I would occasionally glance at him.
While drawing, a little girl who looked about five or six years old walked up to Xia Xiqing, holding a lollipop bigger than her face. She looked up at Xia Xiqing for a long time, then reached out and grabbed the corner of Xia Xiqing's clothes, stammering, "Brother, can you draw a picture for me?"
Xia Xiqing also stared at her for a while, and asked seriously, "Why should I draw for you?"
The little girl stuttered for a while, then said, "Then I want one."
Xia Xiqing was happy. He looked around and saw no adults around. He turned the pen in his hand and asked, "Little guy, where are your parents?"
"I don't know." The little girl licked her lollipop and said in a baby voice, "Mom was here just now."
Lost. Xia Xiqing sighed, "Okay, I'll draw a picture for you, but don't move." Xia Xiqing pointed to a small flower bed next to him, "Sit here, remember, models are not allowed to move, just sit still."
"Um!"
Seeing the little girl sitting down obediently, Xia Xiqing turned to the girl who was taking pictures of him just now and said, "Excuse me, can you do me a favor?"
The girl who took the photo of him blushed all of a sudden. This internet celebrity boy actually talked to him and asked her to tell the staff that a child was lost. Where did this handsome boy come from
Ever since Xia Xiqing gave the little girl the title of "model", she has been so well behaved that she didn't even move her butt when squatting, and she didn't even eat the candy, just holding it in front of her chest. Xia Xiqing wanted to laugh just by looking at her. Ten minutes later, a young woman came running from a distance, calling out a nickname.
"Brother, my mother seems to be calling me. Can I move?"
Xia Xiqing smiled and collected the last few strokes, "Let's move."
"Mom! I'm here!" The little girl jumped up and held her lollipop high. The young woman rushed over and hugged her. "I was so scared. When I turned around, you disappeared. My heart almost jumped out of my chest. Why are you here?"
The little girl pointed at Xia Xiqing with a lollipop and said, "Brother asked me to draw a picture for him, and said I'm a model and can't move around."
Xia Xiqing took down the painting and handed it to the little girl, "Here, this is your painting. Next time you get lost from your mother, it's the same. You have to wait for her right there like a little model."
The little girl took the painting. It showed a cute little girl with pigtails. The lollipop in her hand had turned into a fairy wand. She was so happy that she looked like she had found a treasure. "Thank you, brother!"
The young mother's face turned pale with anxiety. She thanked him and invited him to dinner. Xia Xiqing smiled and declined. She just gently touched the little girl's head and said, "Your mother is so good to you."
After saying that, he returned to his drawing board and was about to pack up and leave when the man who was sitting on the bench before came over. Xia Xiqing had been in this circle for a long time, so he recognized him at a glance.
“Are all of you painters so kind?”
Xia Xiqing was happy. Kind? This word really had nothing to do with him. He raised the corners of his mouth and said frivolously, "Why, do you like me?"
The other party obviously didn't expect Xia Xiqing to be so direct. He was stunned for a moment, but soon laughed again.
"Do you have any cigarettes?" Xia Xiqing packed up his things and put them on his back, then raised his eyebrows at him.
The man quickly took out a box of expensive cigarettes, took out a cigarette and handed it to Xia Xiqing, then politely lit it for him. Xia Xiqing leaned over with the cigarette in his mouth.
"Thank you." He opened his mouth slightly and exhaled a puff of grayish-white smoke.
Just as the young man was about to speak, Xia Xiqing's phone rang several times. He took it out and saw that it was a friend with no notes.
[zzh: Who allowed you to wear my clothes without permission?]
[zzh:Please give it back to me.]
[zzh: You are really going too far.]
Xia Xiqing, who was looking down at his phone, suddenly laughed and couldn't stop.
Who did he think it was? It turned out to be Zhou Ziheng.
[tsing: What happened to me?]
[tsing: Ah, you didn’t do anything to me that night, I woke up in the middle of the night with sore body, I checked several times. ]
The other party did not reply.
Even through the screen, Xia Xiqing could imagine Zhou Ziheng's expression of being so angry that he couldn't speak. The more he thought about it, the funnier it got. He completely forgot that there was someone standing next to him trying to curry favor with him. The other person felt that he was being ignored and coughed twice. "Who is it? Are you having such a good time chatting?"
Xia Xiqing raised his head and said, "This is my Husky." Just as he finished speaking, the phone rang again.
[zzh: You are simply the worst person I have ever seen.]
What kind of tone is this, that of a primary school student? How can he be a big star? Thinking of Zhou Ziheng's face, Xia Xiqing suddenly felt that the man in front of him was very dull and boring. He smiled at him politely, "Sorry, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
The man obviously didn't expect things to turn out like this, "No... then can I add you on WeChat?"
"I don't think it's necessary. Thank you for the cigarette." Xia Xiqing was about to leave when he was pulled by him.
"Why is it unnecessary? Just make friends."
Xia Xiqing hated being harassed the most. His face turned cold and he said word by word, "Because we have the same number." Seeing the other person's face turn pale and blue, Xia Xiqing laughed in anger, "I just wonder, why do those who like me want to have sex with me?" After saying that, he patted the man on the shoulder and left with his things.
He also threw the cigarette, which he had only taken a few puffs of, into a trash can on the side of the road.
After getting in the taxi, Xia Xiqing received another new message.
[zzh: Give me back my clothes.]
Still not giving up, is it possible for a big star to have so much free time? Xia Xiqing suddenly had a bad idea in his mind.
Zhou Ziheng was actually not idle at all. The day after the program was recorded, he was pulled in to help a familiar director put out a fire. The filming was almost finished, but a very important supporting role in it was suddenly exposed to have cheated on his wife. For a while, netizens on Weibo could not stop eating melons. The director had no choice but to delete all the scenes of that supporting role, but the show could not be connected, so Zhou Ziheng had to help.
For three days, Zhou Ziheng almost lived on the set to catch up on his scenes. The actor he was acting with also suffered from stomach cramps, so Zhou Ziheng took a break on his own little recliner.
Thinking of Xia Xiqing taking his clothes, Zhou Ziheng was furious. He had done a great deed, but this person was not grateful, and he even stole it, leaving him without a coat to wear in the morning. He even asked if he had done anything to him?
Zhou Ziheng leaned back in his small recliner, holding the phone in both hands and typing out a long string of words to educate him. When he was about to send them, he deleted them one by one.
Knowing that this person is a stubborn and unruly person, the more he talks to him, the more excited he gets. He still wants to teach him a lesson, so forget it. Zhou Ziheng, who was too lazy to say more to him, only sent a message in the end: "Give me back my clothes." Then he put the phone on his stomach and closed his eyes to rest.
After a while, the phone vibrated.
Zhou Ziheng picked up his phone and clicked on the new message.
It was a photo sent by Xia Xiqing.
To be more precise, it was a photo of him shirtless and wearing his gray-green jacket with the zipper unzipped.
Below the collarbone and above the waistline, there is not much skin exposed in the field of vision, and the effect of being half-covered by the coat makes it more ambiguous. The lines of the abdominal muscles are half-covered and half-exposed, and the mermaid line, which is not too deep, extends downwards to the edge of the low-waisted black sweatpants.
This rogue...
"Xiaoheng, what are you looking at so excitedly?" A male lead who was several years older than him came over. Zhou Ziheng was so flustered that he quickly quit WeChat. "Huh? Nothing, nothing, I'm just checking Weibo."
"Eat melons, you've been in the industry for so long and you still like to eat melons." The male lead laughed, "The director is calling you, go over and take a look."
"Okay, I'll be right there."
Zhou Ziheng put away his phone awkwardly and walked over to the director. While the director was explaining the play to him, Xia Xiqing sent him at least a dozen messages, and his phone kept vibrating in his pocket.
"Xiao Zhou, your cell phone is like an electric toothbrush." The director joked, "Take a look, is there something urgent?"
What kind of urgent matter could there be? Zhou Ziheng shook his head awkwardly, "Let's talk about it later."
Xia Xiqing was almost amused to death by Zhou Ziheng. It was the first time in 25 years that he met such an interesting guy. He took a photo after putting on his clothes and came back, and it really came in handy.
"arrive."
After getting off the car, Xia Xiqing called Chen Fang. Not long after, he saw a tall man with a flat head and wearing a neat suit coming out of the office building. He waved to Xia Xiqing from a distance.
"I really didn't drive here." Chen Fang smiled and bumped Xia Xiqing's shoulder. "Hey, I heard from Qichen that you went to record a show a few days ago? Are you going to debut as the center? I'm worried about where to show off my leftovers."
Xia Xiqing raised his chin slightly and glanced at Chen Fang, "Would you like to try?"
"No, no," Chen Fang laughed and took out the key. "Come on, let's take our brother Qing to see the house. Hey, do you have anything to do tonight? Let's have dinner together."
"It's okay. What else can happen to me?" Xia Xiqing followed him into the passenger seat. When fastening his seat belt, he suddenly thought of Zhou Ziheng, that idiot, and couldn't help laughing.
"You are just a rich and idle person." Chen Fang sighed and started the car. "You are so lucky. I don't want to go to work every day."
Buckling up his seatbelt with a snap, Xia Xiqing turned his head to look at Chen Fang, "Do you want this blessing?"
Thinking of the mess that Xia Xiqing's family had, Chen Fang realized that he had said the wrong thing, and quickly changed his words, "Of course I want the blessing of being born as a handsome man like you. I'll enter the entertainment industry right away and make a living with my face."
"Don't give me that." Xia Xiqing leaned his head against the car window and chatted with Chen Fang about some recent trivial things. It was not rush hour, so the car was driving smoothly. But for some reason, Zhou Ziheng's face kept appearing in front of him, the look on his face, always at a loss because of his troubles but pretending to be calm.
The apartment that Chen Fang brought him to was indeed nice, and was almost in a good location in the city center, but there was a series of security systems at the entrance of the community, and no one except the residents could get in.
"The elevators here use fingerprint recognition, and each elevator can accommodate two households. Now we use the initial card of the background system to swipe." Chen Fang led him in, and there was indeed no floor display inside. "How is it? Not bad, right?"
The elevator door opened, and Chen Fang walked in front and introduced, "There is a porch as soon as you come out here, and then there are two doors." He pointed to the one on the right, "This is the set I was talking about."
Xia Xiqing looked at the door on the left, "What about this one?"
"It is said that this house was sold right after it was launched. However, the clients here are kept confidential. I don't know who lives here. Anyway, they are either wealthy or wealthy people. Ordinary celebrities can't afford to live here." Chen Fang opened the door with the system card.
It was really nice inside. The apartment had floor-to-ceiling windows, and you could feel the abundant light as soon as you entered the door. The large and spacious living room had only the most basic and simple decoration. The design of the staircase was very eye-catching, using the Fibonacci spiral design, which was very beautiful.
"There's a heated swimming pool on the second floor," Chen Fang winked at Xia Xiqing, "It's okay for you to have a party. How's it going?"
"That's fine. This is it." Xia Xiqing was a person who never dragged his feet. He paid the bill directly and took Chen Fang to have dinner and drinks.
People talk a lot when they drink, especially old friends. Chen Fang was particularly curious about Xia Xiqing's reality show filming and asked endless questions. Xia Xiqing could only tell him one by one. Chen Fang was not stupid. The more he listened to Xia Xiqing's words, the more strange they found it. When he talked about other things, he looked lazy as usual, but when he mentioned Zhou Ziheng, he immediately became excited and the expression on his face was different.
"Wait a minute, isn't Zhou Ziheng the male celebrity you liked before?" Chen Fang was stunned, "So you slept with a famous celebrity a few days ago?!"
Fortunately it was a private room, otherwise Xia Xiqing would have been on the news trending searches a long time ago, with the word "explosive" added to the end.
"We didn't get to sleep together," Xia Xiqing took a sip and gently swirled the red wine at the bottom of the glass, "He slept on the sofa and I slept on the bed. I left in the middle of the night."
"No way." Chen Fang suddenly laughed, and he fell over laughing. "Xia Xiqing, are there times when you don't do anything when you are in the same room with a man?"
"Look at what you said, am I that extravagant?" Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows and drank the wine in the glass.
Chen Fang laughed loudly, "You have no idea whether you are being unrestrained or not."
It's really not his style to do nothing.
The WeChat message fell on deaf ears. Xia Xiqing lazily touched the phone with his hand, and the screen lit up and then went out. Such a long time had passed, and Zhou Ziheng still hadn't replied.
Seeing him lower his head, Chen Fang couldn't help but tease him, "Why are you always checking your phone? Are you waiting for news from your lover?"
"Tsk, I've been keeping myself chaste lately." He clicked on Zhou Ziheng's profile picture, and it was a bit strange that he was a grown man, but his profile picture was a small paper flower.
childish.
Thinking of Zhou Ziheng's appearance as a three-good student and a five-good young man, Xia Xiqing couldn't help laughing. Just for fun, he clicked on the modification note and changed Zhou Ziheng's simple and straightforward WeChat name into four words.
[Moral Model]
Xia Xiqing didn't know what was wrong with him, he was just bored and wasted time with him. Maybe it was because Zhou Ziheng was a well-known star, so even if he wanted to sleep with him, he should have made a more thorough plan.
Or maybe it’s because Zhou Ziheng is really too difficult to deal with.
But he likes difficult people the most.
After listening to the director's explanation of the play, Zhou Ziheng was about to leave but the director held him and said, "Don't go, Xiaoheng. You've worked hard these past two days. Come on, let's go eat something nice with everyone. I'll treat you." Zhou Ziheng originally didn't often attend dinner parties, but this director had a very good relationship with him and had taken him under his wing since he was very young, so he didn't want to refuse and just went with them.
While eating and chatting, I completely forgot about Xia Xiqing's incident.
"Would you like to drink?" The male lead asked Zhou Ziheng, pointing the beer bottle towards him.
"Xiaoheng doesn't drink, don't pour him." Before Zhou Ziheng could speak, the director took over for him, "Hey Xiaoheng, I was talking to you just now and you didn't even bother to check your phone. Did someone contact you and send you a series of messages? Check it out quickly, or I'll delay your important business."
What’s the big deal… Zhou Ziheng sneered in his heart.
I opened my phone without any expectations, and a series of messages Xia Xiqing had sent previously popped up.
[zzh: Give me back my clothes.]
[tsing: If you want clothes, please beg me.]
[tsing: Did you really not do anything to me that night? Why did I vaguely feel someone touching my face? You didn't take advantage of me when I was blacking out, did you? I can't tell, someone as serious as you.]
[tsing: To be honest, what do you think of me? Can we develop a relationship? I feel like our values are quite different, so we can't be friends, but it wouldn't be bad to have some other deals.]
[tsing: I really like you, but not in the same way as a fan.]
[tsing: The kind of love that makes me get hard just by looking at your coat.]
Zhou Ziheng's worldview collapsed after seeing the last one. Afraid that the person sitting next to him would see his chat history, Zhou Ziheng hurriedly covered it with his hand, but accidentally clicked on Xia Xiqing's homepage.
He actually changed his profile picture! He actually changed the photo he sent to me today into his profile picture!
Are you crazy
Zhou Ziheng stared at the photo for a long time, and finally, with gritted teeth, he changed Xia Xiqing's WeChat note to the four words that Zhou Ziheng thought best suited him at the time.
[terrorist]
The author has something to say: Have you ever seen a top as cute as Hengheng? Have you ever seen a bottom as cute as little uncle
I always love the younger generation