Chapter 21 Which Kind of Like

Zhou Ziheng, who was hugged, was stunned on the spot.

what's going on? How did he hold himself?

"Hey...you're sober..." Zhou Ziheng pushed Xia Xiqing with his free hand.

It’s okay not to push. With this push, Xia Xiqing, who was buried in his neck, suddenly exhaled, and the warm gas mixed with the aroma of red wine climbed up Zhou Ziheng’s side neck to his ear, ignited a flame, and burned his entire body. up.

Zhou Ziheng woke up in an instant, and the alarms in the corners and corners of his mind rang out.

"Hey!"

He quickly broke free from Xia Xiqing's embrace, and without even bothering to fasten his seat belt, he started the car and drove to the hotel in a dizzy state.

Obviously he didn't drink, but Zhou Ziheng felt that his whole body was not sober, and his mind was full of hallucinations, just like in that underground passage. This feeling was unfamiliar and powerful, almost occupying Zhou Ziheng's senses in an aggressive manner, and he had no choice but to object.

Before getting out of the car, Zhou Ziheng put on his hat. The previous panic had not completely dissipated, so that he even forgot to wear a mask, so he held Xia Xiqing and entered the hotel.

Fortunately, Jiang Yin had said something before, telling him that Xia Xiqing's hotel was arranged in a hotel near him, otherwise Zhou Ziheng really didn't know where Xia Xiqing lived.

It was already two or three in the morning, and there were not many staff in the hotel lobby, but an enthusiastic boy came forward and helped Zhou Ziheng to help Xia Xiqing into the elevator. After the elevator door closed, Zhou Ziheng let go of his hand in disgust and let the staff member support 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...Is it recognized.

Are you a fan? Always look at yourself.

"That..." The staff member said embarrassedly, "Sir..."

Zhou Ziheng gave him a professional smile, "I'm sorry, you can go up there first and then..."

"No...Sir, it's like this," the staff helped Xia Xiqing, who was about to slide down, coughed awkwardly, and explained with an apologetic face, "The elevators here only require the room card to be used. Yes, could you please take out your room card and swipe the elevator."

At this moment, Zhou Ziheng wished that the elevator would explode directly.

I thought it was embarrassing enough to mistake someone for my fan, but I didn't expect that even more embarrassment awaited him.

He searched Xia Xiqing's body, but couldn't find his room card.

"Well... I don't seem to have my friend's room card with me..." Zhou Ziheng's scalp was numb, and on the surface he maintained the calm that a well-known actor should have, "So what, or I will open a new one now. ."

Zhou Ziheng's past 20 years can almost be called smooth sailing. Ever since he met Xia Xiqing, it seems that everything started to go wrong.

The lady at the front desk was much more enthusiastic than the male staff member, her eyes seemed to be pinned to Zhou Ziheng, "Hello, may I help you?"

"Is there any free room?" Zhou Ziheng felt a little uncomfortable. Seeing another girl on duty took out her mobile phone and took pictures secretly, she had to pull on her collar and silently covered half of her face.

"How many rooms do you need?" The lady at the front desk showed Zhou Ziheng a sweet smile.

Zhou Ziheng looked back at Xia Xiqing who was helped by the staff to the sofa in the hall.

Send him to his room and go back to his hotel, it's not far anyway.

Zhou Ziheng turned his head and said to the lady at the front desk, "One room."

The lady at the front desk looked down at the system, "Okay, we only have one deluxe double room left here, can you see it?"

"Well." Anyway, he slept by himself.

Just now, the hotel guy helped Zhou Ziheng to escort Xia Xiqing into the elevator. This time Zhou Ziheng had a long memory and swiped the room card as soon as he got up. Although Xia Xiqing looked very thin, he was still a man of about 1.8 meters. Zhou Ziheng and the little brother in the hotel took a lot of effort to help him into the room.

Sure enough, it was a deluxe double room, completely Kingsize. Zhou Ziheng looked at the decoration of this room and couldn't help rolling his eyes in his heart. But he still turned around and smiled at the hotel boy, "Thank you, thank you for your hard work."

"It's okay." The boy didn't know if he was tired or what, his face was red, "It's not hard, it's not hard."

Zhou Ziheng smiled dryly, seeing that this young man had no intention of leaving, and waited for a long time before speaking, "Then you..."

Only then did the little brother express his real appeal, "Ah, I, I actually like you a lot. I mean I have seen a lot of your dramas. Can you sign me, Ziheng?" He took out a black marker from nowhere, held it in both hands and carefully handed it to Zhou Ziheng, then took off his hotel overalls jacket to reveal a T-shirt, turned his back happily, "The back of the sign is it okay?"

Yes, this T-shirt is still the same style as Zhou Ziheng Airport.

Zhou Ziheng is really embarrassed. If this person is not his own fan, then the incident that happened just now is nothing, and he will be forgotten in two days anyway, but this person is actually his own fan!

It's too embarrassing. It's embarrassing to throw in front of my fans.

Zhou Ziheng held the pen angrily, with a professional smirk on his face, he signed the little brother's autograph, "Thank you for your support."

The young man was so happy that he took the pen and stepped back and said, "Ziheng, you have to do your best, I will always support you." He retreated to the door, still whispering, "Pay attention to your body, you are going to change recently. God, come on."

"..." Zhou Ziheng walked to the door, wanting to close the door for this little fan who was reluctant to leave, and said to him with a special smile, "Don't put today's affairs on Weibo."

"Mmmm! Goodbye Ziheng!"

The world is finally quiet.

Zhou Ziheng almost forgot that he was in such a mess, there was still a real big trouble lying on the bed. He wondered if he should find some master for fortune-telling or something recently, and felt that everything was not going well. Standing beside the bed and looking at Xia Xiqing who had fallen asleep, Zhou Ziheng wondered if he should wipe his face or something, but he had never taken care of others, and he was really not used to it or good at it.

As soon as I get tangled, my hands feel that there is no place to put them, so I pull the zipper of my jacket up and down.

Forget it, send the Buddha to the West.

Zhou Ziheng went to the bathroom, wet the towel and wiped Xia Xiqing's face randomly. This person's skin is so good, much better than many female stars he has played with before, so Zhou Ziheng couldn't help but let go of his movements.

With his fingers across the towel, he gently wiped from the bridge of his nose to the tip of his nose, and paused. That small nose mole is like a small sesame seed, dotted on the tip of the nose, it looks so good.

good? Forget it, Xia Xiqing has nothing to do with this word at all. Zhou Ziheng, who was sitting beside the bed, stood up, put the towel back in the bathroom, and walked back to cover Xia Xiqing with the quilt, ready to leave the hotel room.

Just as he was about to leave, his wrist was dragged.

When he turned around, he found that the confused Xia Xiqing had grabbed his hand. He was still muttering something, but he couldn't make out what he was saying.

As if to tell him not to go.

His hands are so hot. Zhou Ziheng turned around, pinched Xia Xiqing's palm, and found that it was really hot. Xia Xiqing was wearing a thin white shirt all day today. After drinking and blowing in the wind at night, he must have caught a cold.

To be honest, if it wasn't Xia Xiqing who was lying in bed with a fever and drunk at this time, Zhou Ziheng would definitely stay to take care of him without hesitation.

But it was Xia Xiqing who he couldn't avoid. Xiao Zhou, who has a strong sense of morality, began to hesitate.

Xia Xiqing murmured again, frowned slightly, and curled up on his side, his hand still firmly grasping Zhou Ziheng's hand.

A little soft.

No, you can't be soft-hearted!

Anyway, it didn't look like a high fever for one night. A big man shouldn't be burned to death. He has done his best.

After finding an excuse for himself, Zhou Ziheng ruthlessly broke Xia Xiqing's hand, opened the door without any hesitation, and walked out.

Xia Xiqing almost died of anger.

He had already hinted at it like this, so he almost used the strength of the wine to hold the kiss. Why can't this wooden head be opened? Could it be that he is really a straight man of steel? He opened his eyes annoyed and stared at the ceiling.

He obviously brought it up to him, and even wiped his face and covered the quilt, but in the end, he just left? ?

Are you a healthy adult...

While scolding Zhou Ziheng for being useless, he suddenly heard the sound of the door being pulled open, so he quickly closed his eyes.

Not leaving again? Xia Xiqing murmured in his heart, what happened to this child, he was always upside down.

It's not that Zhou Ziheng doesn't want to go, he really wants to go, but the key is that he found something important as soon as he went out - he couldn't find the room card of his hotel after fumbling for a long time. So, Zhou Ziheng, who was just about to slam the door of Xia Xiqing's room shut, could only turn back angrily, wondering if he had fallen into this room.

"Where did you go? Maybe you didn't bring it..." Zhou Ziheng whispered to himself while looking for it.

Xia Xiqing was happy in his heart, it was absolutely amazing, God helped him find men.

After searching for a full circle, Zhou Ziheng couldn't find his room card. He guessed that he must not have brought it at all. He could only sit on the sofa and look at Xia Xiqing who was lying motionless on the bed. After struggling for a long time in his heart, he finally gave up the idea of ​​returning to the hotel. He patted the sofa, which was still soft.

I'll make do with it for one night. Anyway, I've been through the difficult environment of filming before, not to mention that Xia Xiqing still has a fever. If he really burns to death, who's to blame?

After thinking about it a lot, Zhou Ziheng sighed and went to the bathroom to wash up. When he came out, he walked over to the bed and glanced at Xia Xiqing, who was wrapped in the quilt by him. His face was half-covered by his hair, something inexplicable Vulnerability.

Zhou Ziheng stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Xia Xiqing's forehead, but for some reason, his hand hung in the air and paused again.

The shadow of the hand fell on the side of his face, and it merged with the scattered hair in the dull tones.

It should be fine, let's go to sleep.

Zhou Ziheng left the bedside, and just put his hand on the light switch, and then thought of Xia Xiqing's appearance in the dark, he paused, and finally only turned off the ceiling light, leaving a light on the bedside.

Glancing at Xia Xiqing, who was curled up with his back to him, Zhou Ziheng walked lightly to the sofa. After recording the show all night, he was already half exhausted, and he fell asleep not long after laying on the sofa.

Xia Xiqing didn't know how long he had been lying down. From the moment Zhou Ziheng lay down, he hadn't closed his eyes, his expression was as calm as the sea under a moonlit night.

Behind him was the lamp that Zhou Ziheng left for him. The warm yellow light seemed to penetrate the thick quilt and hit his butterfly bone.

A plan is always just a plan.

He originally planned to take Zhou Ziheng off the bait today. Even if he didn't do it to the end, he had to do something. He was a man anyway. .

It was originally planned that way.

But when Zhou Ziheng left the lamp for him, these thoughts piled up in his chest were like a smoke bomb, which exploded with a bang, and then vanished. Instead of those desires, some inexplicable emotions were replaced, and they were blocked in my heart again.

Makes people uncomfortable.

Xia Xiqing hated this feeling, he hated all the feelings that made him look vulnerable.

After tossing and turning repeatedly, unable to fall asleep, Xia Xiqing lifted the quilt, got off the bed, and walked to the sofa. Zhou Ziheng was too tall, and he was lying awkwardly on the sofa without a quilt.

Like a large dog under a fence.

Xia Xiqing squatted, his eyes swept lazily at Zhou Ziheng. This face, which almost completely matched his own aesthetics, was traced in his brain countless times and drawn on paper.

Zhou Ziheng slept soundly, his breathing was steady and slow, Xia Xiqing stretched out a finger as a paintbrush, the fingertip was less than a centimeter away from the skin, and gently slid down from his forehead to the three-dimensional eyebrow. Bone, to the high bridge of the nose, to the delicate peak of the lips.

stopped.

With his fingers slowly bent, Xia Xiqing tilted his head and moved closer to his face, gradually closing the distance.

Get closer, get closer.

It's like a classic scene in a movie.

Until his warm breath almost sprayed onto Xia Xiqing's face, the distance between lips was only a few millimeters. His face was divided by the 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 late night.

The moment his lips were about to touch, Xia Xiqing gave up, he stood up, and irritably inserted his fingers into his hair.

What are you doing?

Only a little girl can do such a thing, like a fool.

Scraping his hair, Xia Xiqing walked over to the bed and took the quilt to the sofa, took off the gray-green jacket that Zhou Ziheng was covering, and threw the quilt on him quite casually. support.

After lighting a cigarette, Xia Xiqing sat on the other sofa. The smoke soaked his not sober brain and turned into some kind of wonderful tranquilizer. After smoking a cigarette, he almost woke up, grabbed Zhou Ziheng's jacket and put it on him, and left the hotel.

When he got out of the elevator, he met the little brother who was supporting him at the front desk. The other party stared at him with a black question mark face when he got out of the elevator door. Xia Xiqing took off his hat and walked to the front desk, with a pair of peach blossom eyes completing a beautiful arc.

"thank you."

"You..." The little brother came back to his senses and quickly changed his mind, "You... you were not drunk in the room... Then, then he..."

"Ah~ yes, I'm sober." Xia Xiqing tapped lightly on the marble counter at the front desk, "If Ziheng wakes up in the morning, please tell him that I'm wearing his clothes."

After speaking, Xia Xiqing put both hands in his pockets, shrank his chin into the raised collar, and threw a lightly, "It's so cold~"

Just like that, he left the hotel in a dignified and dignified manner.

When he got home, Xia Xiqing didn't go anywhere. He slept in the apartment for a whole day, and the recording of a show completely drained his energy. went to sketch outside, and as soon as walked out the door, received a call from Chen Fang.

Chen Fang grew up with Xia Xiqing. He is a straight man. He was almost deceived by Xia Xiqing, but his friendship has always been good.

"Hey, Xi Qing."

"Yo, you still remember me." Xia Xiqing clamped the phone on his shoulders and locked the door with great effort. The apartment environment is not bad. At first, he took a fancy to him because it was a building of the last century, with great artistic value and a lot of money. The price has been rented, but many facilities are actually not easy to use. Every time it is locked, it is laborious. Xia Xiqing is usually not at home, and he is too lazy to toss, but now he has rejected offers from abroad, and he is basically not going to go out again when he comes back. , you have to find a place to stay.

Just when he received a call from Chen Fang, Xia Xiqing asked, "Oh right, are you working as an intermediary now? Are there any better buildings recently?"

"You are the agent. Your whole family is a real estate agent."

"I'm sorry, my family is engaged in development." Xia Xiqing smiled, "Seriously, I bought a house from you, you can help me look at it."

Chen Fang sighed for a while, but finally gave in, "What do you always want, Master Xia?"

"The scenery is good, it's quiet, the location is not too far away, and you can't see anything when it's pitch black at night. The price doesn't matter."

The last few words were like a knife stabbed into Chen Xinxin's heart, as expected of a rich second generation, Chen Fang tutted a few times in his heart, "Your request is really enough, the scenery is good and quiet are small villas, That's not in the city center."

"Stop talking nonsense, do you have it there?" Xia Xiqing took the elevator and went downstairs, the sunlight outside was good, and it was warm on people's bodies, "If you don't want to do business, I can throw this basin of fat water on other people's fields. what."

"I haven't finished talking yet. If you always ask others, you may not be able to find it out for you. Who am I, Chen Fang? That's not an ordinary person. Recently, I really have a house, a luxury apartment with a duplex on the top floor and a second floor. There are floor-to-ceiling windows of 400 square meters up and down, and the location is also very good. There are rich people living in that area, and the privacy is very good. Do you want me to show you there later?"

This Chen Fang, really can't lose the chain at a critical time.

"Okay, I'll go downstairs to your company this afternoon to find you."

"Don't drive a car that's too good, I beg you." Chen Fang remembered that when he first joined the job last time, he finally hooked up with the young lady who was intern with him. He was about to go downstairs to the company to eat ramen together. Xia Xiqing drove a Maserati to go there. The matter of giving him a watermelon, in a few words, made the little girl so soulless.

Xia Xiqing was overwhelmed with joy, "I'll take a taxi, don't worry."

It is said to be sketching, but Xia Xiqing did not find a particularly suitable place. The city he used to live in was on the Yangtze River, and he especially liked to go to the river beach. On the river beach, there are large reeds in autumn, and the snow scene in winter is also very beautiful.

Standing in front of the artificial lake in Huxin Park, Xia Xiqing felt as if he heard the wind from the river.

It whizzed through my heart, blowing so empty my chest.

The scenery here is really ordinary, and can't pick it out. Xia Xiqing tied his hair casually, and there was a small tug on the back of his head. He stood in front of the drawing board, with his left hand in his pocket, and a sketch pencil in his right hand. something happened. A few little girls walked by and secretly photographed him, but Xia Xiqing didn't care. He probably saw him on Weibo and recognized him.

There was a young man sitting on the bench by the lake. He was quite good-looking. He kept his head down and played with his mobile phone. Occasionally, he glanced at him.

While he was drawing, a little girl who looked like five or six years old walked up to Xia Xiqing, holding a lollipop bigger than her face, looking up at Xia Xiqing, looking at it for a long time, reaching out to grab it. Grabbing the corner of Xia Xiqing's clothes, he stammered, "Brother, can you draw me a picture?"

Xia Xiqing also stared at her for a while, and then asked seriously, "Why should I paint you?"

The little girl stammered for a while, then said, "Then I want one."

Xia Xi was happy, he looked around, there was no adult, he turned the pen in his hand, "Little guy, where are your parents?"

"I don't know." The little girl licked the lollipop and said in a milky voice, "Mom was still here just now."

Got lost. Xia Xiqing sighed, "Okay, my brother will draw you a picture, but you are not allowed to move it." Xia Xiqing pointed to a small flower bed next to him, "You sit here, remember, models are not allowed to move around, darling Sit."

"Um!"

Seeing the little girl sitting down obediently, Xia Xiqing turned around and said to the girl who was still filming him, "I'm sorry, can you do me a favor?"

The girl who secretly photographed him blushed all of a sudden, this internet celebrity little brother actually talked to him, and asked her to tell the staff that there was a lost child, where did the fairy brother come from.

Ever since Xia Xiqing put on the high hat of a "model" for the little girl, the little guy was so good, he didn't even move his butt when he squatted, and he didn't eat any candy. Ten minutes later, a young woman came running from a distance, shouting a nickname.

"Brother, my mother seems to be calling me. Can I move?"

Xia Xiqing took the last few strokes with a smile, "Move it."

"Mom! I'm here!" The little girl jumped and held up her lollipop, and the young woman rushed over and hugged her, "I scared my mother to death, you are gone when you turn around, and your heart is about to jump out. Now. Why are you here?"

The little girl pointed at Xia Xiqing with a lollipop, "My brother said to draw me a picture, that I was a model and couldn't run around."

Xia Xiqing took down the painting and handed it to the little girl, "Here, your painting. Next time you get lost with your mother, it's the same thing. You have to wait for your mother on the spot like a little model."

The little girl took over the painting. The painting showed a cute little girl with pigtails. The lollipop in her hand turned into a fairy stick. She was so happy as if she had picked up a treasure, "Thank you, brother!"

The young mother's face turned pale. She said thank you and invited him to dinner. Xia Xiqing declined with a smile, and just touched the little girl's head lightly, "Your mother is so kind to you."

After speaking, he went back to his drawing board and was about to pack up and leave when the man who was sitting on the bench came over. Xia Xiqing had been in this circle for a long time, and he recognized it with a straight, curved look.

"Are you all so kind when you paint?"

Xia Xi is happy, kind? This word really can't match him. The corner of his mouth tickled, and his tone was frivolous, "Why, did you see me?"

The other party obviously did not expect Xia Xiqing to be so direct, and was stunned for a while, but soon laughed again.

"Any cigarettes?" Xia Xiqing packed up his things and carried them on his back, raised his eyebrows at him.

The man quickly took out a box of expensive cigarettes, took out one and handed it to Xia Xiqing, and lit him on fire diligently. Xia Xiqing approached with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Thank you." His mouth opened slightly, and he let out a puff of gray-white smoke.

The young man was about to speak when Xia Xiqing's cell 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 authorization? ]

[ZZH: Please return it to me. ]

[ZZH: You are really going too far. ]

Xia Xiqing, who looked down at the phone, was suddenly amused and couldn't stop laughing.

Who did he think it was Zhou Ziheng?

[Tsing: How am I? ]

[Tsing: Ah, you didn’t do anything to me that night. I woke up in the middle of the night with aches and pains. I checked it several times. ]

The other party did not reply.

Xia Xiqing could imagine Zhou Ziheng's speechless expression through the screen. The more he thought about it, the more laughable he became. He completely forgot that there was a flattering object standing beside him. The other party felt that he was being ignored and coughed twice. "Who, chatting so happily?"

Xia Xiqing raised his head and opened his mouth, "Erha, my family's son." As soon as he finished speaking, the phone rang again.

[ZZH: You are simply the worst person I have ever seen. ]

What is the tone of a primary school student? It doesn't look like a big star. Thinking of Zhou Ziheng's face, Xia Xiqing suddenly felt that the man in front of him was very indifferent, simply boring. He smiled politely at the other party, "I'm sorry, I still have something to do, so I'll go first."

The man obviously didn't expect things to turn out like this, "No... Then can I add you a WeChat?"

"I don't think it's necessary, thank you for your cigarette." Xia Xiqing was about to leave when he was dragged by him.

"Why is it unnecessary? Just make friends."

Xia Xiqing was the most annoying to be entangled, his face became cold, and he said word by word, "Because we hit numbers." Seeing the other party's face turning blue and white, Xia Xiqing laughed in anger, "I'm just wondering, what do you think? Anyone who wants to fuck me wants to fuck me?" He patted the man on the shoulder and left with something on his back.

He only took a few puffs of cigarettes and threw them into the trash can by the side of the road.

After getting into the taxi, Xia Xiqing received a new message.

[ZZH: Give me back my clothes. ]

It's still unrelenting, is the big star so idle? Xia Xiqing suddenly had a bad idea in his mind.

Zhou Ziheng was actually not idle at all. The day after the program was finished, he was taken to put out a fire with a familiar director. Originally, the play was almost finished, but a supporting role who was quite important was suddenly kicked out and derailed. The netizens on the blog couldn't stop eating melons, so the director could only delete all the scenes of the supporting role, but the scenes could not be connected, so Zhou Ziheng had to help.

In three days, Zhou Ziheng had to live on the set, so he made up for all the scenes. The actor in the opposite play also suffered and suffered from stomach cramps. Zhou Ziheng then caught the empty chair and rested for a while on his small reclining chair.

Thinking of Xia Xiqing taking away his clothes, Zhou Ziheng is really angry, he has done a great deed, this person doesn't even know how to be grateful, but he still leads the sheep, so that he doesn't even have to wear a coat in the morning , and also said that he had done anything to him? ?

Zhou Ziheng leaned back on his small reclining chair, holding the phone in both hands, he typed a long list of educative words, and when he was about to send it, he deleted one by one.

Knowing that this person is a scumbag who doesn't know much, the more he talks about him, the more energetic he is, and he wants to educate him, but forget it. Zhou Ziheng, who was too lazy to talk to him, finally only sent one sentence - return my clothes. Then put the phone on your stomach and close your eyes.

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 the photo of him wearing his gray-green jacket with his upper body naked and unzippered.

Below the collarbone and above the waistline, there is not much skin exposed in the field of vision, but the effect of being half-covered by the coat is even more ambiguous. The lines of the abdominal muscles are half-covered and half-exposed, and the not too deep mermaid line extends downward. , to the edge of the low-rise black track pants.

This rascal...

"Xiaoheng, why are you so excited?" A male lead in the same group who was several years older than him came over. Zhou Ziheng was so panicked that he quickly quit WeChat, "Ah? No, nothing, just swiping Weibo."

"Eat melons, it's not like you have been in the circle for so long and you still like to eat melons." The male lead laughed, "The director called you, go and have a look."

"Okay, I'll go over right away."

Zhou Ziheng put away his mobile phone embarrassingly and walked to the director's side. The director told him about the kung fu of the play. Xia Xiqing sent no more than a dozen messages, and the mobile phone kept vibrating in his pocket.

"Xiao Zhou, your mobile phone is like an electric toothbrush." ​​The director joked, "Let's see, is there something urgent?"

What can be urgent. Zhou Ziheng shook his head awkwardly, "Let's talk about it later."

Xia Xiqing was almost amused by Zhou Ziheng. It was the first time in twenty-five years that he met such an interesting guy. When he came back after wearing his clothes, he took a picture, which really came in handy.

"arrive."

After getting out of the car, Xia Xiqing called Chen Fang, and it didn't take long before he saw a tall man with a flat head and a neat suit coming out of the office building, and he waved to Xia Xiqing from afar.

"I really didn't drive here." Chen Fang smiled and bumped into Xia Xiqing's shoulder, "Hey, I heard from Qichen that you went to record a show two days ago? There's nowhere to explode."

Xia Xiqing raised his chin slightly, and glanced at Chen Fang, "You try?"

"Don't dare," Chen Fang laughed and took out his key, "Let's go, let's take our brother Qing to see the house. Hey, are you going to have something to eat tonight?"

"It's alright, what else can I do?" Xia Xiqing followed him into the co-pilot, and when he was wearing his seat belt, he suddenly remembered Zhou Ziheng's idiot, and couldn't help laughing.

"You are a rich and idle person." Chen Fang sighed and started the car, "I'm so lucky, I don't want to go to work every day."

With a snap, he buckled his seat belt, Xia Xiqing turned his face to look at Chen Fang, "Do you want this blessing for you?"

Thinking of the mess of Xia Xiqing's family, Chen Fang consciously said the wrong thing, and quickly changed his words, "Of course I want the blessing of being reincarnated to be as handsome as you, and I will immediately enter the entertainment industry and eat with my face."

"Don't come." Xia Xiqing leaned his head against the car window, and chatted with Chen Fang about some recent things. It was not a peak period, and the car drove smoothly, but for some reason, Zhou Ziheng kept appearing in front of him. Zhang face, the look that is always overwhelmed by himself and pretends to be calm.

The apartment that Chen Fang brought him is really good. It is almost a good location in the city center, but there are a series of security systems at the entrance of the community, except for the residents who can't get in at all.

"The elevator here is fingerprint recognition, one elevator for two households, and now they are all swiped with the initial card of the background system." Chen Fang led him in, and there was no floor displayed inside. "How about it, it's not bad."

The elevator door opened, and Chen Fang walked ahead and introduced, "As soon as you come out, there is a porch, and then there are two doors." He pointed to the one on the right, "This is what I said."

Xia Xiqing looked at the door on the left, "What about this one?"

"It is said that this one was sold when it first opened, but the customers here are kept secret, and I don't know who lives there. Anyway, it's either rich or big. It's almost the same, and ordinary little stars can't afford to live there. ." Chen Fang took the system card and opened the door.

It's really good inside. The floor-to-ceiling windows are full of light as soon as you enter the door. The large and empty living room has only the most basic and simple decoration. The design of the stairs is very eye-catching, and the design of the Fibonacci spiral line is adopted, which is very beautiful.

"There is a heated swimming pool on the second floor," Chen Fang gave Xia Xiqing a wink, "It's fine for you to have a party. How's it going?"

"It's good, that's all." Xia Xiqing's character was never sloppy, he paid directly, and took Chen Fang to eat and drink together.

People talk more when they drink, especially old friends for many years. Chen Fang was very curious about Xia Xiqing's reality show. He asked him endlessly. Xia Xiqing could only tell him one by one. Chen Fang was not stupid. Strangely, when he talked about everything else, he was lazy on weekdays, but when he mentioned Zhou Ziheng, he immediately got excited, and the expression on his face was different.

"Hey wait, isn't Zhou Ziheng the male star you liked before?" Chen Fang was stunned, "So you slept with a big star a few days ago?!"

It's the private room, otherwise Xia Xi would have been on the news hot search early in Qingming, and he would have to add an explosive word at the end.

"I didn't fall asleep," Xia Xiqing took a sip and gently shook the red wine at the bottom of the glass, "he sleeps on the sofa and I sleep on the bed, and I leave in the middle of the night."

"Isn't it." Chen Fang laughed suddenly, and the whole person laughed, "Xia Xiqing did you have a time in the same room as a man when you couldn't start?"

"Look at what you said, am I that rambunctious?" Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows and drank the wine in his glass.

Chen Da laughed, "You don't know if it's a wave or not, behead a hundred people."

Not doing anything is really not his style.

The WeChat message was sinking into the sea, Xia Xiqing touched the phone lazily with his hand, the screen turned on and off, and after so long, Zhou Ziheng hadn't replied yet.

Seeing him bowing his head, Chen Fang couldn't help but tease, "Why are you always looking at your phone, waiting for news from a little lover?"

"Hey, I've been guarding myself like a jade recently." He clicked on Zhou Ziheng's avatar. It was a little strange. He was a big man, and his avatar turned out to be a small flower made of paper.

childish.

Thinking of Zhou Ziheng's appearance as a three-good student and a five-good youth, Xia Xiqing couldn't help but want to laugh. Out of fun, he clicked on the revision notes and changed Zhou Ziheng's simple and straightforward WeChat name to four characters.

[moral model]

Xia Xiqing didn't know what he was doing wrong, so he was too busy to waste time with him. Probably because Zhou Ziheng is a well-known star anyway, even if he wants to sleep, his plan should always be thoughtful.

Or maybe it's because Zhou Ziheng is too difficult.

He likes tough people the most.

After listening to the director's speech, Zhou Ziheng was about to leave when he was held by the director, "Xiaoheng, don't go, it's been hard for the past two days, let's go, let's go and have some good food with everyone, I'll treat you." Zhou Ziheng didn't really attend It was a dinner party, but the director had a very good relationship with him. He took him with him since he was very young, and he went with him when he couldn't shirk.

While eating and chatting, forgot about Xia Xiqing.

"Drinking?" The male lead asked Zhou Ziheng with the mouth of the beer bottle facing him.

"Xiaoheng doesn't drink, don't pour it for him." Before Zhou Ziheng could speak, the director took the message for him, "Hey Xiaoheng, you just kept talking to you and you didn't even bother to look at your phone, did someone look for him? You are here, you have posted a series of it, you should take a look at it, don't let me delay your important affairs."

What's the big deal... Zhou Ziheng sneered in his heart.

Opening the phone without any expectations, a series of messages from Xia Xiqing popped up.

[ZZH: Give me back my clothes. ]

[Tsing: I want clothes, please. ]

[Tsing: Did you really do nothing to me that night? Why do I vaguely feel that someone is touching my face? You shouldn't take advantage of me while I'm in the middle of nowhere, can't you see, a serious person like you. ]

[Tsing: Seriously, what do you think of me? Can it develop? I feel that our three views are quite different, and we can't be friends, but it would be good to have other transactions. ]

[Tsing: I really like you, but not like the fans. ]

[Tsing: It can be hard against your coat, that kind of like. ]

When Zhou Ziheng saw the last one, his three views had collapsed. Afraid that the person sitting next to him would see his chat history, Zhou Ziheng hurriedly covered it with his hands, but accidentally clicked on Xia Xiqing's homepage.

He actually changed his avatar! I actually changed the photo I sent to myself today as my avatar!

Go crazy.

Zhou Ziheng stared at the photo for a long time, and finally, gritted his teeth, he changed Xia Xiqing's WeChat remarks to the four words that Zhou Ziheng thought was the most suitable for him.

[terrorist]