Although Zhou Shuo was very upset, Xia Liang called Li Mo as soon as he opened his eyes, and he also questioned whether he was standing outside the door every morning, just to wait for Xia Liang to wake up with a glass of hot milk. Meaning, but when he heard Xia Liang vomited so badly, he could only soften his heart, silently walked into the kitchen and poured another cup of warm milk into Xia Liang's bedroom.

Xia Liang's belly was empty, and he was vomiting almost to the point of stomach cramps. He took two sips from the milk cup, and finally felt a little more comfortable.

Zhou Shuo knelt on one knee on the floor beside the bed, stared at Xia Liang as he finished drinking the milk, and then took the empty cup over.

He originally wanted to say a few words to Xia Liang to keep him warm, but Xia Liang said, "Next week, when Li Mo's new drama starts, you can hire two bodyguards to follow him on the set."

"Bodyguard?" Zhou Shuo frowned, "For whom, Li Mo?"

"right."

"why?"

Perhaps because the resistance in Zhou Shuo's tone was too obvious, Xia Liang glanced at him unexpectedly.

Although he didn't quite understand Zhou Shuo's emotional changes, he didn't bother to think about the reasons, but just struggled a bit whether he wanted to tell Zhou Shuo the truth.

He can treat Du Lanze as a close friend and consult him about any abnormality in his body, but facing Zhou Shuo, he subconsciously wants to keep some personal sex.

Although these bastards may seem like nothing to others, Xia Liang always felt that the relationship between him and Zhou Shuo had changed too quickly, and such changes made him feel a sense of crisis inexplicably. He did not think deeply about the crisis, nor did he dare to think deeply.

What's more, about his "dream" skills, it's just Du Lanze's guess. He himself is still skeptical, and he doesn't dare to regard himself as a stranger who can't see the prophet.

If he told Zhou Shuo about this, it might involve him and Zhou Shuo's first time... Xia Liang didn't want to mention their first time, especially Zhou Shuo himself.

"I... don't trust him," Xia Liang explained vaguely, "he used to be in this and that kind of situation when filming dramas, and now he suddenly takes the role, I'm afraid that someone will be jealous and have bad feelings for him again. ."

Zhou Shuo knew that the "someone" that Xia Liang was referring to was most likely Gu Yuexuan, but he didn't agree with that.

He felt that Xia Liang was too unfounded, or in other words, concerned about one by one would be chaotic, because he cared too much about Li Mo, so he was vigilant everywhere.

"Brother Liang," he pursed his lips and summoned the courage to ask, "Are you..."

"Huh?" Xia Liang put one hand on his stomach and answered absentmindedly, frowning.

When he just drank the milk, his stomach felt quite comfortable, but after only a few words, the stomach began to restless again, and it was almost tortured to death.

Zhou Shuo lowered his eyes and didn't notice Xia Liang's subtle movements. He took a deep breath and continued, "Do you have anything to do with Mexico..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xia Liang suddenly reached out and grabbed a small washbasin under the bedside table, and spit out all the milk he had just drank.

The second half of Zhou Shuo's words were choked in his throat, which was really uncomfortable.

But seeing Xia Liang lying on the bed with his brows twisted and unable to speak, he was so distressed that he couldn't bear to get to the bottom of his relationship with Li Mo at this time.

After all... no matter what Xia Liang thought about Li Mo, he couldn't change the fact that he had his own blood in his stomach.

Zhou Shuo could only comfort himself like this.