on the dining table.
The dinner this time was not at home, but in a restaurant of a five-star hotel owned by Jiang's family.
This is Lao Jiang's favorite hotel, usually only his closest friends and partners would call him here for a drink. He insisted on inviting Xiao Si to eat here, not only because of Xiao Si's relationship with Jiang Zhao, but also because Xiao Si was also the first person to find Jiang Zhao after Jiang Zhao fell into danger.
"Little Ye," Lao Jiang sighed quietly after drinking for three rounds, "Our child has a lot of minor problems and has a bad temper. Please be more tolerant in the future."
Jiang Zhao's temples twitched, and he glanced at Lao Jiang—who has more problems and a bad temper? I am your own son, am I not
The old god Lao Jiang was there, pretending not to see it.
Xiao Si also bent his eyes: "You are serious. Xiao Zhao and I usually tolerate each other when we get along. Besides, Xiao Zhao has too many shining points. Just taking out one of them is enough to cover up all his small shortcomings. He In fact, it is much better than you imagined."
Jiang Zhao coughed lightly, and pulled Xiao Siye's sleeve under the table again—it was blowing a bit too much, keep it low-key.
But Xiao Si didn't seem to feel it, and continued to count Jiang Zhao's countless advantages in front of Jiang's parents. His overly sincere tone and expression made people unable to see the traces of deliberate flattery, as if he was really I sincerely praised Jiang Zhao.
Which parent doesn't like to hear their children being praised? Ms. Xu and Lao Jiang were naturally coaxed by him to laugh continuously throughout the meal. Jiang Zhao sat beside him and listened, feeling that his skin was not thick enough after years of practice, so he endured the shame to survive the meal .
A dinner started at six o'clock in the afternoon and lasted until after ten o'clock in the evening. Most of the time it was just a small talk, and the host and guest had a good time. Lao Jiang is a person who usually doesn't talk much. After drinking some wine, he also told Xiao Si a lot of Jiang Zhao's dark history when he was a child. Ms. Xu.
After the meal, Lao Jiang and Ms. Xu were sent back by the driver of the Jiang family. Xiao Si and Jiang Zhao also drove here, but he drank liquor with Lao Jiang all night. drive again.
Jiang Zhao originally wanted to call a substitute driver, but thinking of the identities of the two, he looked at Xiao Siye beside him with blushing cheeks, and after a while, he condescended to sit in the driver's seat.
"Get in the car," Jiang Zhao looked at Xiao Siye, who was still standing outside the passenger door, "cherish the opportunity, I seldom act as a driver for others."
Xiao Si also sat in the co-pilot, Jiang Zhao skillfully started the car, only to turn around to find that the man hadn't moved since getting in the car, his amber eyes were staring straight at him, as if he had lost his soul.
Jiang Zhao thought of the bottles of white wine he drank with Lao Jiang tonight, and felt a little helpless: "Lao Jiang has been to so many liquor stores. He asked you to drink it, and you really drank it all honestly?"
Xiao Si also blinked, and suddenly smiled at him, not knowing if he listened or not.
Jiang Zhao: "..."
Thinking that Xiao Si also performed well tonight, he leaned over and pulled the seat belt beside Xiao Si, and pushed his arm that was in the way: "Raise your hand, I will buckle it for you."
Xiao Si also obeyed obediently. Jiang Zhao thought that he was quite obedient when he was drunk. He just buckled the seat belt, but was suddenly pulled into his arms by a powerful hand.
Jiang Zhao was taken aback, and the tip of his nose poured into the clear scent of soap, like clothes that had just been dried under the summer sun, so that the faint smell of alcohol was a little less annoying, and even smelled nice.
But he hasn't forgotten what the situation is now, so he pressed Xiao Siye's arm and tried to get up: "What are you doing?"
He pushed twice but did not push, but Xiao Si also looked at Jiang Zhao's side face in his arms, suddenly lowered his head, and rubbed Jiang Zhao's face with his cheek.
"Soft." He said hoarsely.
Jiang Zhao froze for a moment, and the tips of his ears started to feel hot.
He struggled out of Xiao Siye's arms involuntarily, and glared at him: "Are you drunk?"
Xiao Si also tilted his head, as if he didn't hear what he was saying, and reached out to hold his hand again, as if he had to touch his skin to feel at ease.
Only then did Jiang Zhao confirm that Xiao Si was also really drunk.
It's just that this man looks drunk, he is even clingier than his second dog.
Seeing that Xiao Si was about to stick to him again, Jiang Zhao frowned and glared at him: "Sit down, I'm going to drive."
Xiao Si also heard the words, and seemed to be scolded by him, his amber eyes glowed with a layer of water under the moonlight in the night, and after a while, his deep voice sounded, with a sense of inexplicable pity:
"Then... can I hug you after driving?"
Jiang Zhao: "..."
Jiang Zhao: "From now on, you are not allowed to speak."
Xiao Si blinked his eyes in confusion.
Fortunately, although he was drunk, he was really obedient. He nodded and made a zipper movement on his lips.
And Jiang Zhao stared at the road ahead with a cold expression. He flew all the way back to Xiao Siye's house along the fastest route in the shortest time, like a surrogate driver with no emotion.
Only the tip of the snow-white ear was always dyed with a layer of pink, which was hidden in the night and no one could see clearly.
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After the car is parked in the underground garage, it is only a few steps and an elevator from here to upstairs, but Jiang Zhao feels that it is extremely long.
There was no other reason, Xiao Si was drunk... like a big koala.
Sitting in the co-pilot, he couldn't bear to live, saying that Jiang Zhao didn't hold his hands, so he didn't want to leave. After Jiang Zhao took out all the patience in his life and held him like coaxing kindergarten children, he blinked those hands again. With extremely innocent eyes, he slowly hugged Jiang Zhao's arm, and then climbed up the pole, wrapping his arms around the narrow waist.
Jiang Zhao felt the scorching breath coming from behind, and felt that his anger was crazily accumulating.
Fortunately, there was no one in the elevator in the middle of the night, and the elevator here went directly to the home of the head of the household, so there was no embarrassment of meeting neighbors halfway. Jiang Zhao half dragged and dragged this thing all the way to the door of Xiao Siye's house, and Xiao Si had already rested his chin on his shoulder from behind, looking like he was about to fall asleep.
"Unlock." Jiang Zhao urged him, pointing to the fingerprint lock at the door.
Xiao Si also hugged his hand without moving.
Jiang Zhao: "Grass."
He forcibly broke Xiao Siye's hand from the door lock, but as soon as the door opened, Xiao Siye's hand quickly returned to its original position, and tightened a little.
Jiang Zhao began to think calmly, if he had a back fall later on, could he get rid of this sticky plaster.
But in the final analysis, Xiao Si drank so much wine at the dinner tonight just to make his parents happy, Jiang Zhao couldn't just leave him alone.
He could only sigh, and upholding his last sense of responsibility, he slowly dragged the man into the room, turned on the light, and then moved from the door to the sofa as if he was carrying a conjoined baby. superior.
He brought Xiao Siye down on the sofa, with such a big movement, Xiao Siye still didn't let go of his hand.
Jiang Zhao had lost his temper after being tortured by him: "You're home, let go."
The scorching breath suddenly landed on the back of his neck, and Jiang Zhao trembled all over, as if a burst of electricity had passed through his body.
He also heard Xiao Si's deep voice, filled with some kind of strong and unspeakable emotion, like a vine entangled with flowers and branches:
"don't want."
Jiang Zhao: "..."
He began to be emotional and reasonable: "Think about it, if the person you like sees you hugging me like this, what will you do?"
In Jiang Zhao's experience, mentioning this kind of thing at this time will usually cause a lot of irritation to the drunk, and maybe Xiao Si will suddenly wake up, and then let him go honestly.
Jiang Zhao once met a producer in the film crew before. When he was drunk, he accidentally heard the name of his ex-girlfriend. He hugged the trash can on the side of the road and cried for three hours. It was the director who told him loudly that his ex-girlfriend was married and still alive. After finishing the child, the producer let go of the trash can as if waking up from a dream.
Jiang Zhao finished speaking with confidence, but the people behind him didn't buy it: "It doesn't matter."
Jiang Zhao: "..."
He racked his brains to think of other ways to coax the drunk, and brewed a few words, but before he could say them, a little warmth and wetness fell from his earlobe.
Jiang Zhao's mind went blank for a moment.
— It was Xiao Siye, who licked his earlobe.
He suddenly burst out of strength from nowhere, directly lifted Xiao Siye's restraint, and stood up abruptly.
Xiao Si also fell on his back on the sofa, looking at him with some confusion, while Jiang Zhao turned around angrily and pulled him by the collar to push him on the sofa, so startled that his sister who was sleeping on the cat climbing frame looked up. Started: "What the hell are you doing?!"
In the moment just now, Fu Ling suddenly understood something - Xiao Si probably regarded him as the person he likes.
How could he be a substitute if he was as proud as his character? This feeling of aggrieved made Jiang Zhao's anger soar to the peak. If he was a thermometer, the top might have exploded by now.
And Xiao Si still looked at him blankly, and after a while, carefully wanted to hold Jiang Zhao's hand.
Jiang Zhao dodged without hesitation, turned around and left.
But after he had taken two steps, there was a sudden crackling sound behind him.
Jiang Zhao was taken aback, but saw that it was Xiao Si who also staggered up and brought down a large piece of things on the coffee table, including a glass that had been broken on the ground, not far from Xiao Si who was also on the ground. The hands are only a few centimeters away.
Jiang Zhao turned back immediately, frowning: "It's stupid...don't touch there! Take your hand back!"
Xiao Si also looked straight at him, with stubborn eyes: "Don't go."
Jiang Zhao leaned over to help him: "Get up first, don't move around."
Xiao Si was also indifferent, only his tone became a little more serious, and he repeated: "Don't go."
Jiang Zhao and him stared at each other for a long time. After a few seconds, his shoulders relaxed and he sighed.
It's also because his temper is too easy to be ignited. After all, what is he fussing about with a drunk
So Jiang Zhao slowed down his voice a bit: "I'm not leaving. I'm going to pour you a glass of honey water to hangover."
Xiao Si also looked at him for a while, and finally softened his attitude. Without any explanation, he stepped forward and hugged his waist tightly, and buried his face in the crook of his neck: "Don't let you go."
The moist and warm feeling rubbed against Jiang Zhao's collarbone, he closed his eyes, and there were always some pictures in his mind that he wanted to forget but could never forget.
Even if he made a thousand and ten thousand hints to himself, he had to admit that the impression that night had left on him was too deep.
And Xiao Si also got close unintentionally, which always made him more or less deepen some similar memories. He knew that this was not Xiao Si's original intention, but he couldn't control his subconscious.
A few seconds later, Jiang Zhao lowered his eyes and replied softly, "Well, I won't go."
Only then did Xiao Si rest assured and lay back on the sofa.
Jiang Zhao helped Xiao Si mix a glass of honey water according to Zuo Xiaoqiu's way of taking care of him when he was drunk.
After he drank, he helped Xiao Si go to the big bed in the master bedroom, helped him take off his coat, and covered him with a quilt.
Young Master Jiang has never served anyone like this in his life. It is probably the first and last time.
He got up from the bed, and Xiao Si looked at him with bright eyes, and grabbed his wrist: "Sleep."
Jiang Zhao nodded perfunctorily: "Well, you go to sleep."
Xiao Si also looked at him without moving, and after a stalemate for a long time, Jiang Zhao finally understood: "Let me sleep with you?"
Xiao Si also nodded.
Jiang Zhao looked at him blankly for a while.
At this moment, even the drunk Xiao Si could sensitively feel something wrong in Jiang Zhao's mood.
Xiao Si also sat up, rubbing Jiang Zhao's wrist bones with his fingertips uneasily, with a hint of flattery, Jiang Zhao couldn't help but think of the second dog at home, who would rub Ms. Xu's legs every time he died. play self pity.
Jiang Zhao lowered his head, looked at him with a tone like teaching two dogs, and said, "Xiao Siye, I am not the person you like, and I hate being regarded as a substitute for others."
"At the beginning when I got out with you, I took the initiative to provoke you. I don't care who you think of me as in bed, but if you dare to continue doing this now, I will hold grudges, Xiao Si too."
"So, let me go."
Xiao Si's fingertips also trembled, and before he could say anything, Jiang Zhao had already pulled out his wrist.
"Go to sleep."
Jiang Zhao turned around and walked towards the door, closing the door of the master bedroom behind him.
When passing by the living room, my younger sister jumped off the sofa meowing and took the initiative to cling to Jiang Zhao.
Jiang Zhao hugged her into his arms and rubbed his sister's head.
After a while, he said softly: "Your master... is really annoying."
The younger sister meowed angrily, quite agreeing.
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When Xiao Si also woke up from his sleep, he had a splitting headache.
He pressed his temples, remembering that he had dinner with Jiang's parents last night, he drank a little too much after the meal, and was sent home by Jiang Zhao.
He couldn't remember exactly what happened afterwards.
But he noticed the quilt covering his body, the coat he had changed, and the unfinished cup of honey water by the bedside. Looking at it this way, it turned out that Jiang Zhao took care of him.
A faint warmth flowed from his chest, Xiao Si also looked at the time, and at ten o'clock in the morning, he called Jiang Zhao directly.
"Are you awake?" Jiang Zhao's voice came.
The young man's voice was clear, like a gurgling stream flowing down in summer. Xiao Si also looked at the sunlight outside the window, and the corners of his lips raised involuntarily: "Well, I just woke up. Thank you for taking care of me last night."
The other end of the phone was quiet for a few seconds, and then said: "It's okay. I'm at the company. If you have nothing else to do, hang up first."
His tone seemed a little colder than usual, and Xiao Si didn't think much about it, and asked, "Do you have time at noon? Come to my house for dinner."
Recently, he often invites Jiang Zhao to come to his house for dinner, or he goes directly to cook at Jiang Zhao's house. Jiang Zhao likes his cooking very much, and he basically agrees to every invitation.
But to his surprise, Jiang Zhao refused today: "I'm a little busy at noon, so I won't go."
Xiao Si also paused, and said, "Okay."
In the office, Jiang Zhao hung up the phone, and Xiaohu next to him coughed, "Brother, do you want to eat at the company cafeteria at noon?"
Jiang Zhao glanced at him: "I used to eat it often, what's wrong?"
Xiaohu thought it was nothing, but his brother complained more than once that the food in their cafeteria was like slop after eating the meal made by actor Xiao, and the cook will be changed after the next year—who knows that now he will take the initiative to eat slop.
It's just that he couldn't guess his brother's relationship status, so Xiaohu had to change the subject: "The new recruits from our company have arrived, brother, do you want to meet?"
Jiang Zhao nodded: "Let them come to my office."
The scale of Jiang Zhao's studio is not large, and he has only signed a handful of people in the past few years, and the development is not bad, so he is planning to take advantage of this little time a few years ago to sign more potential talents. newcomer.
He personally checked the recruitment. He signed a total of two amateurs and a small Internet celebrity who participated in some offline competitions. Today is the first day for newcomers to report.
He sat in the office and waited for a while, then Xiaohu led him in. A girl and two boys, each with red lips and white teeth, and different temperaments, but in the entertainment industry, they are definitely above-average beauties.
But Jiang Zhao naturally couldn't sign an artist just based on his looks. Among the three, the girl and the other boy were the first and third place in this year's Film Academy respectively, full of aura.
And another small Internet celebrity has excellent singing and dancing skills. In the past two years, the talent show has been booming. Jiang Zhao also has plans in this regard. He is preparing to send some artists under his banner who do not plan to be actors for the time being to debut.
Those two young amateurs were a little timid, and they were afraid to speak when they saw Jiang Zhao.
And Xiaowanghong is the most lively one among them. As soon as he entered the door, he showed a generous smile to Jiang Zhao: "Hello, boss!"
Jiang Zhao glanced at the name on his resume, Song Xinglan.
"You can just call me Brother Jiang." Jiang Zhao also smiled, without putting on any airs of the boss. "Find a seat and sit down. Since you are here, we will be a family from now on."
Jiang Zhao has always been easy-going when dealing with employees, not to get along with each other, but he can also joke with the artists under his banner. He is a deterrent but also approachable boss, which is a bit of Lao Jiang's shadow.
His appearance belongs to the flamboyant and sharp-edged type, which often makes people want to avoid looking at him at first sight.
But when he showed a smile, the alienation like the flowers of the high mountains disappeared, and he seemed much more approachable.
Because of this, the three newcomers were only nervous for a moment, and chatted with him after a while, each talking about some of their previous experiences. The two young amateurs had just entered university, and they were still juniors at Jiang Zhao's alma mater. Jiang Zhao told them some anecdotes about the personality and anecdotes of the school's teachers. And when the topic came up about Song Xinglan, Jiang Zhao didn't say much. He just listened to him talking about his hip-hop and rap stories all by himself, making the other two amateurs laugh several times. .
Jiang Zhao likes Song Xinglan's character very much. He is somewhat similar to Qin Youyou, cheerful and lively. One person is a cross talk, and there is no need to deliberately find topics to get along with. He chatted with the three new employees until it was time for lunch, and when the time was almost up, Jiang Zhao got up: "You guys are here for the first time today, haven't you eaten in the cafeteria yet?"
The three nodded, and Song Xinglan looked expectant: "Brother Jiang, is it delicious?"
Jiang Zhao said meaningfully: "I plan to change the cook after the next year."
Several people laughed, and Jiang Zhao also smiled: "Let's go, you just came today, I will take you out to eat."
After he asked if there were any people who could not eat spicy food, he called Xiaohu and made a reservation for a Sichuan restaurant he used to frequent. Eating Sichuan cuisine in winter just warms up the body.
As soon as he went downstairs, he saw Xiaohu standing in front of the nanny's car, as if he had been waiting for him.
Jiang Zhao was still wondering why he didn't wait in the car, but saw Xiaohu gesture to him and point to the nanny's car.
Jiang Zhao was taken aback for a moment, and when he opened the door, he saw a sullen figure wearing sunglasses and raised his eyebrows at him:
"Do you mind if there are more than one person for a meal?"
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