Chapter 20 Nameless Jealousy

After finishing work, Shang Sirui's assistant found a hot pot restaurant that was still open in the early hours of the morning and booked a private room. The five people came out and went straight to the hotel box. Shang Sirui was familiar with the door and placed a lot of signs. "I came here with the group members to pass by several shows before. This hot pot is authentic and authentic Sichuan flavor."

"Are you from Sichuan?" Ruan Xiao asked.

Shang Sirui laughed so hard that he couldn't see his teeth, "Beijing people." He looked up at everyone, "Are you drinking?"

Cen Chen shook his head, "I'm going on a tour soon, so I need to protect my throat."

"I don't drink." Zhou Ziheng took off his coat and poured himself a glass of water, "don't order it for me."

From the moment he took off his jacket, Xia Xiqing's eyes never left his body, wearing only a white T-shirt, he looked fresh and fresh, like a college student.

The bulging blue veins on the back of the hand when holding the cup, the slender fingers with distinct joints, the thick eyelashes when they hang down, the angular jawline, the high brow bone, and every fragment that is disassembled are perfect.

His gaze extended down Zhou Ziheng's side neck, almost intertwined with the texture of his muscles, from the loose cotton collar down to where he couldn't see it.

This man looks too damn good to him.

"Xi Qing, are you drinking?"

Shang Sirui's question interrupted Xia Xiqing's reverie, "Me?" At the moment when Xia Xiqing returned to his senses, Xia Xiqing found that Zhou Ziheng, who was sitting opposite, was still holding the glass, but his eyes glanced at himself, but only For a moment, because he quickly looked away again, his brows were also slightly wrinkled.

Really interesting. Xia Xiqing put his right elbow on the table, dragged his chin with his palm, turned his face to Shang Sirui, "Yes, I want red wine."

"Hotpot with red wine?" Shang Sirui laughed, "You really know how to match it."

"I'm actually not too hungry." Xia Xiqing still turned his face sideways and smiled at Shang Sirui, "I just want to drink some wine to ease my nervousness."

Eating at the same table can almost be regarded as the fastest thing to bring closer intimacy between strangers, not to mention that the five of them have been locked up for several hours in the reality show, and the distance is even closer. Without the excitement and mutual suspicion of the game, everyone can chat a lot easier.

Cen Chen couldn't eat spicy food to raise her voice on tour. She was surprised when she saw that Zhou Ziheng didn't touch the hot pot, "Don't you eat spicy food?"

Zhou Ziheng shook his head, "I can't really eat it."

"Ziheng's diet is super healthy. When I was recording the show with him, I found that he usually doesn't drink alcohol or tobacco.

What kind of old cadre's style is this? Xia Xiqing couldn't help laughing.

No, it is the style of three good students.

Ruan Xiao rubbed her hairy belly and asked Shang Sirui through the hot fog, "Is your usual personality contrast so big? I have a friend who likes your group very much, but she was born to be another member, so I have chased after the scene many times, and I heard her say that you are quite confused on stage and off stage."

Shang Sirui bit the head of his chopsticks and gave a long hum, "Actually, I'm not that confused usually, how can I put it, our group members are all very young, and many fans regard us as sons, especially me. 's fans, they usually shout "Mom loves you" when they pick up the plane, so the company also deliberately reflects the cute and childish side in some daily tidbits. After a long time, it is forced to install cute people. Assume."

He took out a beef ball from the hot pot and put it in his bowl, reminding Ruan Xiao, "Ah, your tripe may be old."

"Ah, that's right." Ruan Xiao grabbed his tripe in a panic, and Cen Chen immediately said, "Then don't you feel tired? Put on a different personality."

As soon as he said these words, Xia Xiqing felt that someone was looking at him, and when he looked up, he saw Zhou Ziheng staring at him like that.

Such an interesting thing, how can be tired. The corners of Xia Xiqing's mouth twitched slightly, his eyes turned away from Zhou Ziheng's body, and he took a sip from the glass.

"It's okay, in fact, I'm actually quite confused." Speaking of which, Shang Sirui began to sigh again, "I rarely become a villain once, and I really almost won, which is a pity, I originally The plan was flawless, but Xi Qing tossed it halfway and panicked all of a sudden."

Xia Xiqing chuckled lightly, "This can only blame you for being too easily influenced."

"What was your plan before?" Cen Chen asked.

"I pretended very well at first. Originally, I didn't push you and Ruan Xiao, saying that Xi Qing was very suspicious, and you believed it. When the first round of voting starts, we can vote Xi Qing. After throwing out the game, Xi Qing is too powerful, and it is a hidden danger to stay. When Ziheng has almost gathered all the clues, I will use the privilege of the killer to kill Ziheng, take advantage of the fisherman, and break the city gate in one fell swoop! Perfect~ "

Shang Sirui's expression changed as he explained the original plan, leaning back on the chair like a wilted eggplant, "Alas, it's a pity, my plan was seen through by Xi Qing. As soon as he found out, he ran to find out the exposure. The clue to my identity, I was about to vote at that time, of course I was anxious, so I killed Xi Qing without thinking."

Hearing this, Xia Xiqing couldn't help laughing, "Did you regret it right after killing it?"

"No, I regretted it to death." Shang Sirui shook his head, "It's too late to regret it, so I thought I should just bite the bullet and have a fight with Ziheng, but Ziheng had already obtained all the clues at that time and still You know I'm the killer, but I haven't started yet." Shang Sirui put another rice cake in his mouth and looked at Zhou Ziheng, who had been silent, "By the way, Ziheng, how did you know I was the killer? Xi Qing told you?"

When talking about Zhou Ziheng, Xia Xiqing deliberately did not turn to look at him, but still looked at Shang Sirui's direction with a very gentle expression.

Zhou Ziheng hummed, and Cen Chen, who was sitting on the side, rarely laughed, "If he says, you can believe it."

"..." Zhou Ziheng was choked again, not knowing what to say.

Ruan Xiao also joined in, "It stands to reason that Xi Qing gave Ziheng the clue to finally crack the door."

Shang Sirui also suddenly reacted, "Ah, I know! It's that painting!" He shook his chopsticks excitedly, half turned to look at Xia Xiqing, "Is that the rose? I should have taken that painting away." He patted his forehead vigorously, "Why am I so two!"

Xia Xiqing was completely amused by Shang Sirui's appearance of blundering into eternal hatred. He still maintained the lazy posture with his hand on his chin, stretched out his left hand and took Shang Sirui's hand that patted his forehead, smiling. , "Stop shooting, the more you shoot, the more you shoot."

"I'm going, it's really that painting." Shang Sirui grabbed Xia Xiqing's outstretched hand and shook Xia Xiqing vigorously, "No, I'm too sad, you have to compensate me, give it to me Painting! I want super large, two! One for my dormitory and one for my mother!"

He had already drank, although he wasn't drunk, but being shaken by him like this made Xia Xiqing dizzy for a while, so he could only smile and compromise, "Okay, okay, just two paintings, I'll paint you when I go back tomorrow."

It is quite common for Xia Xiqing to spoil himself in such a habitual manner, especially when he encountered some self-willed people in the past. Before he got bored, Xia Xiqing was always used to it. As soon as the other party saw the gentle smile on his face, he always thought that he had a considerable place in his heart. I don't know it's all fake.

But in Zhou Ziheng's eyes, this look is very real.

It's nothing else. Zhou Ziheng just couldn't understand it. He couldn't understand anything. This person is obviously his own fan. He keeps saying that he likes him. It stands to reason that as a fan, it's hard to eat with idols, shouldn't you seize every opportunity to talk to idols?

But Xia Xiqing didn't give Zhou Ziheng a serious look all night long.

Annoying for no reason.

This romantic scumbag must be 100% attracted to Shang Sirui. Sure enough, the feelings of fans are the most unreliable. When they say that they like you, they can't wait to give you their hearts. Once they climb the wall, it is kindness if they don't come back and step on you.

Zhou Ziheng held the chopsticks, unable to eat a single bite, his ears were filled with the laughter of the two people sitting opposite.

After eating a late-night snack for nearly two hours, Shang Sirui suddenly thought of something when he was about to leave, "Let's make a WeChat group." He took out his mobile phone, "That way we can chat at ordinary times, it's great."

Zhou Ziheng didn't want to join the group at all, but Shang Sirui directly pulled him in, the phone vibrated non-stop, opened it, and a group named [Let me guess who's the killer today] kept flashing new messages.

"Everyone, please change your notes." Ruan Xiao reminded.

Forced to reluctantly change the remarks, Zhou Ziheng glanced at the group members when he exited, and immediately saw Xia Xiqing. In fact, Xia Xiqing hadn't changed the remarks yet, but Zhou Ziheng recognized his avatar at a glance.

It's the picture of him playing in a red jersey.

I don't know why, the annoyance in my chest suddenly dissipated a lot, Zhou Ziheng frowned and stared at the small head portrait, afraid that others would find him staring, so he didn't dare to open the big picture to see it, only half of it. Squinting.

After watching for a while, he looked up at Xia Xiqing, who was sitting opposite.

He was leaning on the chair, his head turned to one side, his hair covered most of his face, and he couldn't tell whether his eyes were open or closed.

It's like being drunk.

When Shang Sirui saw Zhou Ziheng looking this way, he also looked sideways, "Yeah, Xiqing, are you drunk? Are you okay?" He pushed Xia Xiqing's hair aside, revealing that he was a little flustered. red face.

Xia Xiqing hummed suspiciously, as if he didn't hear what Shang Sirui was saying, but this hum was repeated a thousand times, and the tone was hoarse after being drunk.

So drunk, I'll see how you go back later. Zhou Ziheng almost rolled his eyes.

"Where is Xi Qing's hotel?" Cen Chen asked, "I think I saw an assistant next to him today, but it's so late..."

Ruan Xiao took out his mobile phone and prepared to call a car, "Would you like him to live with me? My home is not far from here."

"No. It's easy to be misunderstood. Maybe there are reporters outside. You are a man and a woman. It's easy to be scribbled. He'd better take him to the hotel where I'm staying. We can make do with one night." Sirui began to worry, "Oh no, I will leave him alone on the plane tomorrow morning."

Everyone was discussing the issue of Xia Xiqing's belonging, only Zhou Ziheng said nothing.

He now has an inexplicable sense of sight that he is afraid of being called up by the teacher to answer questions in class.

"Ziheng, otherwise you can take Xi Qing to your place. I remember that your hotel is very close to here. Don't you still drive?"

Afraid of what will come. Murphy's Law doesn't lie to me.

Zhou Ziheng gave a self-defeating hum and accepted the challenge that fate gave him.

Shang Sirui helped carry Xia Xiqing into Zhou Ziheng's car, and closed the co-pilot's door, "Then I'm leaving, I'll be on the field tomorrow, so you should rest early."

Zhou Ziheng nodded.

"Don't forget to fasten his seat belt." Shang Sirui, who had walked all the way, turned back and shouted at him again.

The drunk Xia Xiqing was crooked on the co-pilot, like a cat in a drowsiness. Zhou Ziheng tried his best to straighten him, and leaned over to pull the seat belt out for him. This position was not working, and he tried for a long time without success.

troublesome.

The cunning, shameless, liar, and romantic Xia Xiqing became a little puppet in Zhou Ziheng's heart, and he slapped a new label of "trouble" on his forehead.

After recording the show, really don't want to see this person again.

Zhou Ziheng was talking like this in his heart, and he didn't know who to talk to.

Suddenly, the drunk man made a whimper like a small animal, and hugged him from the front.

His head was buried in Zhou Ziheng's neck.

Zhou Ziheng suddenly felt the side of his neck being gently rubbed by a pair of soft lips, and his whole body seemed to be overcharged, crackling, frying from his neck to his fingertips, crisp and numb. This unprovoked electric current finally exploded into the chest cavity.

numb the heart.

Classmate Zhou Ziheng, who felt this mysterious taste for the first time in 20 years, once again forgot that this person who was drunk and hugged him in a daze and refused to let go.

He has always been a liar.