"Eat the food quickly, or it will be cold." He tapped the edge of his ceramic plate with his chopsticks.

Zhuang Jingchun didn't know what to think, and snorted coldly.

"You have quite a lot of male fans."

"Where are there more, just five or six girls, just one male fan."

Xu Xizhou put another piece of beef into his mouth, chewing with relish.

"Just one?"

Zhuang Jingchun narrowed her eyes slightly, her tone with obvious displeasure, "It's just that I happened to encounter this one today, and I don't know how many are waiting."

Xu Xizhou looked at him helplessly, "Mr. Zhuang, who is more sour than pickled fish, what do you want me to do?"

"Signing is fine, but hugging is not, especially with male fans."

"Then if I win the game in the future, I can't hug the fans?"

"Things on the field are another matter. I'm talking about things off the field." Zhuang Jingchun looked serious.

"Okay, I promise you." Xu Xizhou gave him a piece of pickled fish, "This is delicious, can you try it?"

Probably because of being disturbed by those fans, after leaving the restaurant, Zhuang Jingchun's mood was not much clearer. As soon as he got in the car, he took out his mobile phone and glanced at Xu Xizhou's Weibo.

Xu Xizhou was driving, and occasionally turned to look at him.

"What are you doing?"

"Brush Weibo."

"Didn't you never pay attention to this kind of thing before? Why are you still on Weibo now?"

In the past, Zhuang Jingchun naturally wouldn't pay attention, but since Xu Xizhou made that movie and became popular, he registered a trumpet account and followed him silently, but never commented, every time he was diving.

"I'm bored and can't read the news?"

"Okay, okay, look at it."

Zhuang Jingchun turned to Xu Xizhou's homepage and was surprised to find that he already had more than two million followers. When he first started following Xu Xizhou, he only had a few thousand followers.

He suddenly had the illusion that his secretly hidden treasure was discovered by everyone, and his heart was both proud and a little sour.

Waiting to enter the latest Weibo post by Xu Xizhou, after seeing the following fan comments, he is even worse.

"Wife, are you there? When will you post a selfie?"

"Add 10086 upstairs, take a selfie in a racing suit!"

"Don't you have your own wife? Why are you robbing my wife?! So angry"

"How much alcohol did you drink upstairs? You are so addicted, Zhouzhou is lying in my arms now, this palace is not dead, you are a concubine after all!"

...

He is obviously my wife!

Zhuang Jingchun roared in his heart. He was not convinced and left a message under the Weibo: He is mine, you don't want to covet.

After leaving the message, he blocked several people named Xu Xizhou's wife in the hot comment, which made him feel relieved.

"Why are you clicking on your phone?" When he parked the car in the underground garage, Xu Xizhou suddenly came over.

Zhuang Jingchun flipped over the phone immediately, preventing him from seeing the contents on the screen.

"Nothing, just discussed the war situation in the Middle East with netizens."

Xu Xizhou looked at him suspiciously, he turned off the engine, and turned to him curiously with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

"Don't you sign up for a Weibo account and follow me secretly?"

Zhuang Jingchun snorted coldly, "I'm still paying attention to you secretly?"

Xu Xizhou smiled, took out his mobile phone, logged into Weibo, and looked through the recently received messages.

Soon, his eyes were locked on one of the IDs.

"This Austin who doesn't eat peanuts, is that you?"

Zhuang Jingchun's face froze, a trace of panic flashed across her eyes, and she vehemently denied, "Of course it's not me, how could I use my real name as a screen name?"

Xu Xizhou said yes, and read out his message slowly.

"He's mine, you don't even think about coveting it. There will still be people making such remarks from the ancient tyrant, and I don't know what era it is from."

Zhuang Jingchun:  …

"...that ID is me, okay?"

Xu Xizhou laughed and resolutely returned to Guanzhuang Jingchun on Weibo. In a private message, he sent a loving emoji to Austin, who does not eat peanuts.

Zhuang Jingchun opened the private message, and after seeing the expression he sent, her white jade-like face was slightly red.

"Are you in a better mood now?" Xu Xizhou leaned in front of him and blinked his dark eyes.

Zhuang Jingchun's eyes flickered, she put away her phone, and coughed twice unnaturally.

"Okay."

It seems that the boyfriend is more coaxing than expected.

The penthouse in the CBD has two bedrooms. The master bedroom is lived in by Xu Xizhou. Although the second bedroom has a bed, the bedding has not been tidied up. Xu Xizhou is too lazy to get it, and plans to let Zhuang Jingchun live with him.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he returned to the apartment, Zhuang Jingchun entered the second bedroom, took out the three-piece bed set from the closet, and spread it on the bed.

"What are you doing? I slept together last night, today this is..." Xu Xizhou was a little puzzled.

"Last night was special. We're not married yet, so it's not good to live together too early."

Seeing Zhuang Jingchun's serious face, Xu Xizhou couldn't help laughing.

"Anyway, you've been abroad for so long, why are you more conservative than me? Aren't you French known for romance, why did you have such an elm head?"

"Anyway, I'll sleep in this room these days."

Zhuang Jingchun put on the pillowcase and patted the soft pillow with a serious expression.

"Okay, you want to sleep here, right? Then I'll sleep here too."

Xu Xizhou lay down on his bed and did not move like a fool.

Zhuang Jingchun felt a little helpless, bent down and gently pushed his shoulder.

"Xiaozhou, aren't you still shooting tomorrow? Rest early."

"Isn't it the same for me to rest here? We are both lovers, why can't we sleep in the same bed?"