Chapter 5
It seemed that he came over from another event. Zhou Ziheng, who was wearing a gray-green jacket, was in a hurry. After entering the door, he greeted the surrounding staff.
"Sorry, I'm late."
The wide hood covered half of his face, revealing only a pair of deep-set eyes.
"Ziheng is here."
His popularity is good, and he used to record shows on this TV station often, and the staff who come and go like him very much. Zhou Ziheng is just a twenty-year-old young man, who is like a younger brother to most people in this circle. It's just that his usually too strong aura makes people always ignore his age.
The makeup artist pulled him aside to do makeup and hair. Last night, he was filming for a magazine until the early hours of the morning, and then rushed to the movie promotion in the morning. Zhou Ziheng, who was seriously sleep-deprived, closed his eyes and let the stylist blow his hair, so as to make up for sleep.
"Xiao Heng's outfit looks great today." The makeup artist sister smiled softly.
The lack of rest caused the brain to respond slowly, Zhou Ziheng opened his eyes and answered honestly, "This set is sponsored by the brand."
"Pfft." The makeup artist laughed and sprayed him with a setting spray, "You're still so real."
Seeing that his condition was really bad, assistant Xiao Luo hurriedly went to buy a cup of iced coffee. Just as Zhou Ziheng's styling was finished, he was waiting for the promotional video. He took the coffee, said thank you, and walked out of the dressing room.
Going around the studio area to the semi-open rest area, Zhou Ziheng took two sips of coffee and put it aside, stretched his long legs and sat on the sofa beside him, tilted his head and looked around, his eyes glanced around, After reading everything, he deliberately avoided Xia Xiqing, who was at the center of the spotlight.
"Ok, Xi Qing can do it!"
Xia Xiqing thanked, and glanced at Zhou Ziheng. The other party was lying on the sofa, the collar of the upright jacket was pulled up to cover half of his face, only revealing a pair of beautiful eyes and tightly wrinkled thick eyebrows. In vain, the words "unhappy" were written.
Why are you so funny? This person seems to be pulled over by force. Xia Xiqing walked over, but it was fine if he didn't go. As soon as he approached, he clearly saw that the other party's brows were furrowed even deeper.
Don't want me to sit here? Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows, sat directly next to Zhou Ziheng, and smiled at him, still the same words from the last accidental meeting.
"What a coincidence." Xia Xiqing's eyes narrowed, even if the person in front of him knew his face, he would still look natural and pollution-free, "You are also participating in this show."
Zhou Ziheng looked up speechlessly, and moved to the side, thinking that you are still here to pretend to me.
Although he understood in his heart, he didn't say a word, his head turned to the other side, and his whole body was cold, just pretending he couldn't see Xia Xiqing.
With his hot face pressed against his cold butt, Xia Xiqing didn't feel embarrassed. Instead, he thought this Zhou Ziheng was more interesting than he thought. He smiled and leaned on the sofa, his long legs wrapped in suit pants stretched out.
Zhou Ziheng not only didn't want to see him, but also didn't want to listen to him. He took out his mobile phone and earphones from his jacket and was about to put them in his ears when he heard Xia Xiqing speak.
"You treat your fans like this, be careful if I take off your fans and step back."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Zhou Ziheng's hand holding the earphone stopped, hesitated for a while, and finally turned slightly to look at him.
The word "fan" is really useful. Xia Xiqing secretly laughed in his heart.
The two looked at each other without embarrassment for a while before Zhou Ziheng finally spoke, probably out of respect, he opened the zipper on the stand collar when he spoke, and said solemnly, "I'm not targeting you, I just don't like it. Treat people who are not emotionally specific."
Xia Xiqing was stunned for half a second.
This... where did the little angel come from, with a face that was born to be an Alpha scumbag, he was so honest in his bones.
He smiled, his lips curled up like a sly cat, "How do you know that I'm not focused on my feelings?"
Zhou Ziheng's brows did not stretch at all, instead they were twisted deeper. He remembered the situation when he met Xia Xiqing in the bathroom that day. This seemingly inoffensive person said such cruel words.
Looking at the complicated expression on Zhou Ziheng's face, Xia Xiqing suddenly became serious, with sincere light in his eyes, he defended himself earnestly, "Really, I'm really not what you think, you misunderstood. That day The matter is very complicated, I can't tell for a while, that person is not my object, he has been pestering me for a long time, and he also hangs out with others besides me. I was really forced to say those words to scare me. To frighten him, it's too easy for someone like me who looks good to bully not to say something harsh." His lips pursed, the expression on his face was a little frustrated and aggrieved, he raised his hand and touched his own Tip of the nose, "I've been really uncomfortable these days. It's obviously me who was harassed, and I'm also considered a scum by my idol."
The word idol is very easy to use, Zhou Ziheng's expression has obviously softened a lot, Xia Xiqing sighed, his eyes innocent and aggrieved, "I swear to you, I am definitely not the kind of person who treats feelings with indifference."
It's just that as soon as you feel that the other party really likes you, you will want to run away.
I only like to chase the excitement of others, and the degree of specificity in challenging difficult problems is almost morbid. Once the challenge is completed, the previous dry wood fire is doused with cold water and put out neatly.
He looked into Zhou Ziheng's eyes with a sincere expression that even professional actors couldn't tell the difference between the real and the fake, without fear of any scrutiny, "I really like you very much, and I have painted a lot of pictures."
Seeing that Zhou Ziheng's brows stretched slightly, the suspicion in his eyes lessened. Xia Xiqing only reached out to him, "It was so embarrassing to meet for the first time, and it caused a misunderstanding. I'm really sorry, let's get to know each other again."
Zhou Ziheng folded his arms around his chest and was not very willing to reach out. His eyes swept across Xia Xiqing's body, he hesitated for a long time, and finally gave in.
He thought of the painting by Xia Xiqing.
The temperature of the two hands overlapped, creating a wonderful sense of fusion.
"My name is Xia Xiqing."
Zhou Ziheng's chin was slightly nodded, the superior jaw line affected the muscles of the side neck, although the "fan" in front of him must know his name, but out of courtesy, he still reported his family name succinctly, "Zhou Ziheng. After he finished speaking, he was about to pull out his hand, but he felt that the other party was holding his hand tightly. He looked up at him with some doubts, but saw Xia Xiqing smiling, "Hey, don't you ask me what my names are?" words?"
This man is really strange.
Zhou Ziheng raised his chin slightly, and a trace of impatience began to appear in his expression. Such an expression made him look particularly attractive, but he still maintained his last patience, "What words."
"Xi is the practice of learning, clear..."
Before he could finish speaking, the slender, white hand holding Zhou Ziheng's palm suddenly exerted force and mechanically took him over, and the distance between precautions and precautions quickly shortened under his pulling. Zhou Ziheng's dark brown pupils dilated slightly, and he almost collided with the seemingly innocent face, leaving only an invisible distance between the tip of his nose and the tip of his nose.
The scent of Xia Xiqing's body replaced him as the most cunning invader, pouring in, spreading, and occupying the high ground.
The short-term closeness is like an infinitely slowed lens, turned into frame by frame of light and shadow. The distance was too close, and even the breath became ambiguous, and the spicy pepper, thick tobacco, and sweet musk were all rolled up, making Zhou Ziheng frown, but when the acceptance reached the end, he sensed a subtle sweetness. The taste, impartially penetrates into the breath and penetrates into the lungs.
In the complex aroma, the same ambiguous voice spread from the corner of his smiling mouth.
"It's indistinct."
Xia Xiqing let go of his hand, the left corner of his mouth was raised, his eyes were full of playfulness.
He was clearly defending his own morality one second ago, but this second he revealed his true colors maliciously.
Absolutely, absolutely can't trust this face anymore.
The author has something to say: Zhou Ziheng: I must never let him succeed next time, eat a cut and gain wisdom. [make a fist
Xia Xiqing: Do you think I'm delicious?
[laughing around
Zhou Ziheng: ... farewell.
The prototype of the perfume is the "dirty talk" of Juzi