It seemed that he had come from another event. Zhou Ziheng, wearing a gray-green jacket, walked in a hurry and greeted the staff around him after entering the door.

"Sorry, I'm late."

The wide hood covered half of his face, revealing only a pair of deep-silhouetted eyes.

"Ziheng is here."

He has a good reputation and often recorded this TV show before. The staff members who come and go like him very much. Zhou Ziheng is just a 20-year-old young man, and for most people in this circle they are the same as younger brothers. However, his aura is usually too strong and makes people always ignore his age.

The makeup artist pulled him aside to do his makeup and hair. Last night, he shot a magazine until early in the morning and rushed to the movie to promote it early in the morning. Zhou Ziheng, who was seriously lacking sleep, closed his eyes and asked the stylist to blow his hair and make up for it.

"Xiao Heng's clothes look very nice today." The makeup artist smiled gently.

Not having enough rest caused the brain to react half a beat slower. Zhou Ziheng opened his eyes and answered honestly, "This set is sponsored by the brand."

"Puff." The makeup artist laughed and sprayed him with a styling spray, "You are still that true."

Seeing that his condition was really bad, assistant Luo hurried to buy a cup of iced coffee. Zhou Ziheng's look was finished, so he was waiting to shoot a promotional video. He took the coffee and said thank you, and walked out of the dressing room.

Bypassing the studio area, he came to the semi-open rest area. Zhou Ziheng sucked two sips of coffee and put it aside. He stretched out his long legs and sat on the sofa beside him. He tilted his head and looked around. He glanced around and looked at everything. He deliberately avoided Xia Xiqing, the most central one under the spotlight.

"Ok, Xi Qing is OK!"

Xia Xiqing thanked him and glanced at Zhou Ziheng. The other party was lying on the sofa. The collar of the standing suit was pulled up to cover half of his face, revealing only a pair of beautiful eyes and tightly frowned eyebrows, clearly with the words unhappy.

Why is this person so funny? It seems that he was dragged by a child. Xia Xiqing walked over, but it would be fine if he didn't leave. As soon as he approached, he obviously saw that the other party's brows were frowning deeper.

Don't you want me to sit here? Xia Xiqing raised her eyebrows and sat directly beside Zhou Ziheng, and turned her head and smiled at him, still the same words that happened to the last time she met unexpectedly.

"What a coincidence." Xia Xiqing narrowed her eyes. Even if the person in front of her knew her face, she would still look natural and pollution-free. "You can also participate in this show."

Zhou Ziheng looked up speechlessly, moved his whole body to the side, thinking that you are still pretending to me here.

Although he understood it in his heart, he didn't say a word, his head turned to the other side, and he was cold, just thinking that he couldn't see Xia Xiqing.

Xia Xiqing didn't feel embarrassed when he put his hot face on his cold butt. Instead, he felt that Zhou Ziheng was more interesting than he thought. He smiled and leaned on the sofa, stretching his long legs wrapped in suit pants.

Zhou Ziheng not only didn't want to see him, but also didn't want to listen to him. He took out his cell phone and headphones from his jacket and was about to stuff it into his ears when he heard Xia Xiqing speak.

"You treat your fans like this, be careful that I will quit the fans and slim back."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Zhou Ziheng's hand holding the headphones paused. He hesitated for a while, and finally turned his body slightly and looked at him.

The words "fan" are really useful. Xia Xiqing laughed in her heart.

The two of them looked at each other awkwardly for a while, and then Zhou Ziheng finally spoke. Perhaps out of respect, he opened the zipper on his standing collar while speaking and said seriously, "I'm not targeting you, I just don't like to treat people who are not loyal in their relationship."

Xia Xiqing was stunned for a moment.

This... Where did the little fairy angel come from? He has a face that is born to be a scumbag, and he is so honest in his bones.

He smiled, his lips curled up like a cunning cat, "How do you know I'm not focused on my feelings?"

Zhou Ziheng's brows did not stretch at all, but instead twisted deeper. He remembered the situation when he met Xia Xiqing in the bathroom that day, and this seemingly inadvertent person said such vicious words.

Looking at the complicated expression on Zhou Ziheng's face, Xia Xiqing suddenly became serious, and his eyes showed a sincere light. He made a sincere statement for himself, "Really, I am really not as you thought, you misunderstood. The matter that day was very complicated, and I couldn't explain clearly for a while. That person was not my partner. He had been pestering me for a long time, and he was still hanging with others besides me. I was really forced to bear it and said those words to scare him. People like me who are very good-looking and bullied, it would be too easy to suffer if they don't say something harsh." His lips were pursed, and the expression on his face was a little depressed and aggrieved. He raised his hand to touch the tip of his nose, "I have been really uncomfortable these days. It is obvious that the person being harassed is me, and his idol is also considered a scumbag."

The word "Idol" is very good, and Zhou Ziheng's expression has obviously become much softer. Xia Xiqing sighed, his eyes innocent and aggrieved, "I swear to you, I am definitely not the kind of person who is not loyal to his feelings."

Just as soon as you feel that the other person really likes me, you will want to escape.

I only like to chase others' stimulation, and my degree of concentration on challenges and difficulties is almost pathological. Once the challenge is completed, the previous dry firewood will be poured with cold water and extinguished cleanly.

He looked at Zhou Ziheng's eyes with a sincere expression that even professional actors could not tell the truth, without fear of any scrutiny. "I really like you very much and have painted a lot of paintings."

Seeing Zhou Ziheng's brows stretched a little, the suspicion in his eyes was a little less. Xia Xiqing stretched out his hand to him, "It was so embarrassing for the first time when we met, and it also caused misunderstandings. I'm so sorry, let's get to know each other again."

Zhou Ziheng's arms were crossed and his chest was not very willing to reach out. His eyes swept Xia Xiqing's body. After hesitating for a long time, he finally compromised.

He thought of the painting that Xia Xiqing painted.

The temperatures of the two hands overlap each other, giving a wonderful sense of fusion.

"My name is Xia Xiqing."

Zhou Ziheng's chin slightly tapped, and the superior jawline touched the muscles of the side neck. Although the "fan" in front of him must know his name, out of politeness, he still concisely reported to the house. "Zhou Ziheng." After saying that, he was about to pull out his hand, but he felt that the other party was holding his hand hard. He looked up at him with some confusion, but saw Xia Xiqing smiling, "Hey, don't you ask what words my name is?"

This person is really strange.

Zhou Ziheng raised his chin slightly, and a hint of impatientness began to appear in his expression. This expression made him look particularly charming, but he still maintained his last patience, "What words?"

"Xi is the learning of Xi, it's Qing..."

Before he finished speaking, the slender and white hand holding Zhou Ziheng's palm suddenly exerted force, mechanically carrying him over, and the distance to be guarded and then quickly shortened under his pull. Zhou Ziheng's dark brown pupils slightly dilated, almost colliding with the seemingly innocent face, with only a slight distance between the tip of his nose and the tip of his nose.

The perfume smell on Xia Xiqing's body replaced him as the most cunning invader, pouring in, spreading, and occupying the highlands.

The brief approach was like a camera that was infinitely slowed down, turning into frames of light and shadow. The distance was too close, and even the breath was ambiguous. The spicy pepper, thick tobacco and fishy musk were all rolled up, which made Zhou Ziheng frown, but when the acceptance reached the end, he sensed a subtle sweetness, which was unbiased and penetrated into his lungs.

The same ambiguous sound came from the complex fragrance, spreading from the corners of his smiling mouth.

"It's the purity of being ."

Xia Xiqing let go of his hand, curled the corner of his mouth on his left, and his eyes were full of jokes.

He was clearly defending his morality last second, but he showed his true face maliciously.
Chapter completed!