It's simply unreasonable.

Zhou Ziheng didn't speak all the way, and didn't want to hear Xia Xiqing and Shang Sirui talk, so he had to put on his headphones and close his eyes and pretend to sleep. The random broadcast of the sun was as if someone had cast a magic trick, and the lyrics and sentences directly hit Zhou Ziheng's heart.

[dangerswhatwe’redoing. Everything we do is play with fire.

welocklipstoruin. We kissed and walked towards destruction.

don’t you believe in love?

never trust love. Never believe it.]

What a broken song? Zhou Ziheng irritably pressed the wire control of the headphones twice and changed the song. The music in the headphones changed from a psychedelic electronic female voice to a simple guitar chord.

[We all know how to play, and find the lowest risk happiness

Faithfulness is not in the option, it doesn't matter if things go against your wishes

The topic should be wise, and the distance should be ambiguous and light

No matter who crosses the line first, you should forget it after tomorrow]

excuseme?

Who wrote the daily algorithm of this music app?

Is it a devil?

Zhou Ziheng unlocked the lock and was about to open the daily push song list to see which devil songs he had pushed for today. Who knew that a WeChat message jumped out, and it was Zhao Ke, who was the best friend and young boy.

[Ke Zi: Brother Heng, when will you go back to Beijing? A few days ago, Lao Sier came back from the team and went out to gather together.]

The fourth brother also grew up with him in the same military district. He is a good friend and is not so close to him, but he is also a kid who grew up together.

[Hengheng: I won't go anymore. I'm going back to Beijing to audition. The latest schedule is over.]

[Ko Zi: Can we not make this hard money? What are you looking for? You fly around like Superman all day long, and you can’t even have private entertainment. Look, you are twenty years old and don’t even have a relationship. If you go out for a walk, who is a good-looking man and has passed 180, who is single in the mother and fetus?]

[Hengheng: The emperor is not in a hurry to be in a hurry to be in a hurry to be in a hurry to be in a hurry to be in a hurry to be in a hurry to be in a hurry to be in a hurry to be in a hurry to be in a hurry to be in a hurry to be in a hurry to be in a hurry to be in a hurry to be in a hurry to be in a hurry to be in a hurry to be in a hurry to be in a hurry to be in a hurry to be in a hurry to be in a hurry to be in a

[Kezi: Your brother Ke is handsome and kind, and I don’t care about you, this little bitch. Then again, you won’t still think about that young lady when she was a child. It’s all the same thing as me. Now, maybe you’re married and have all the children. You can’t think about it if you change your mind?]

Zhou Ziheng originally wanted to argue with him. But when he saw the words [replace someone's mind], he felt relieved. Although he was only 20 years old, his serious art has been in the circle for 14 years. After spending so long, there are many people chasing him, but he has never moved. It's not that he really has no expectations for love, but because of a childhood memory, he still has no worries.

To be honest, he almost couldn't remember the girl's appearance, and sometimes when he recalled, he felt like a fool.

I thought I would always be like this, waiting in the vast crowd. Unexpectedly, another person came out of the rampage, was still a man, no, a scumbag.

But Zhou Ziheng had to admit that he was really a little moved.

It is indeed because I feel guilty about being in love with someone else and I have changed my personal concern, but I have completely changed from one feeling to another.

[Ke Zi: Why don’t you reply? You won’t be unhappy.]

[Hengheng: I'm not happy about you, hammer.]

[Ke Zi: If you are not unhappy, just change your avatar. A little flower has been worn for so many years, and it is so beautiful.]

[Hengheng: Get out.]

Zhou Ziheng exited the chat interface and clicked on his avatar.

"It's here, Ziheng gets off the car~" Shang Sirui stretched his waist and put on his hat, pushed Xia Xiqing a hand. Xia Xiqing saw Zhou Ziheng staring at his avatar, and then he was stunned. Then he was about to stand up.

Zhou Ziheng responded and put his phone back in his pocket and got out of the car.

The room of the three of them is on the same floor, while the assistants' rooms are two floors downstairs. When they were on the elevator, they discussed it and decided to go back to their room to take a shower before going to Shang Sirui's room.

Shang Sirui lives at the end of the corridor, Xia Xiqing lives next to him, and Zhou Ziheng is a room opposite.

Halfway through the shower, Xia Xiqing remembered that he did not bring any change clothes. He came out of Xia Zhixu's family and had nothing, and he was not willing to wear the hotel bathrobe. So he came out of the bathroom naked and wrapped the quilt around him thinking about countermeasures.

Shang Sirui is shorter than him, so his clothes must be uncomfortable to wear.

After thinking about this, Zhou Ziheng is reliable. Xia Xiqing, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed wrapped in a quilt, quickly sent a WeChat message.

Zhou Ziheng, who was blowing his hair, heard the phone ringing and walked over to take a look.

[Terrorist: handsome guy, just borrow some clothes to wear.]

Does this person have any habit of wearing other people's clothes?

[Moral Model: Don't borrow.]

[Terrorist: OK, then I'll play with you naked.]

...

[Moral Model: What clothes do you want?]

Xia Xiqing kept smiling at WeChat. Why is this person so funny?

[Terrorist: Just do one set, I didn't bring any change of clothes.]

Zhou Ziheng opened his suitcase and slumped out one by one on the bed. He was all worn by him, and nothing new.

[Moral Model: I'll ask Xiao Luo to buy it for you.]

[Terrorist: Brother, this is almost a little bit faster, where do you ask Xiao Luo to buy it? Hurry up and I won’t pick it, oh, right, there are underwear.]

Just looking at this sentence, Zhou Ziheng could imagine Xia Xiqing's cynical expression.

[Moral Model:...I have nothing new.]

[Terrorist: I'll do it after washing it. Anyway, I won't wear anything you take, you can do it.]

After sitting on the bed and waiting for about ten minutes, there was a knock on the door outside. Xia Xiqing wrapped herself in a quilt and stepped on the floor barefoot. As soon as she opened the door, she saw Zhou Ziheng wearing cotton black long sleeves and gray trousers. She looked like a refreshing school grass in the novel.

This face looks better and better the more you look. Xia Xiqing sighed at her high-standard aesthetic.

"Here you." Xia Xiqing stretched out his hand from the corner of a quilt and grabbed the quilt that was overlapping on his chest. He leaned against the door and smiled at Zhou Ziheng.

His hair was not blown at all. After sitting for a long time, he only had a little dryness on his head. The water droplets were gradually down the slightly longer hair, and the black hair tip was rubbed against his fair neck, flowing on his collarbone and large exposed chest.

Before coming, Zhou Ziheng was mentally prepared. He thought he would hide in the bathroom like the heroine on TV, reaching out with one hand to hold his clothes from the door. Who knew that this was the scene. He lowered his eyes and didn't look.

"Come in." Unable to let go, Xia Xiqing hooked his ankle with her feet, took her shoulder to hit the door, and wanted to close it. Zhou Ziheng didn't know why. When the door closed with a bang, he realized that he could throw away his clothes and leave, why did he come in?

Be convinced.

Xia Xiqing walked back to the bed with barefoot towards him. Zhou Ziheng's eyes couldn't help but glance at his feet barefoot on the ground. His ankles were very white, with deep depressions on both sides. As his steps were pulled, the ankle bones were raised, and further up were the lines of the slender and smooth calf.

Crazy, what is he looking at?

Zhou Ziheng, who was in a fever, walked up to throw his clothes on the bed, half-carried over and finished what he wanted to say, "I have found some of the ones I have worn several times and the new ones are similar. The size is probably not very suitable. You can wear them and don't need to return them to me..."

"It's a bit inappropriate, your size is really not small."

Xia Xiqing's words interrupted him. Zhou Ziheng turned his head in surprise and saw Xia Xiqing holding his black underwear with both hands, smiling ambiguously, "The children are so nutritious now."

Zhou Ziheng's ears were burning, and he rushed forward to grab his underwear back, and his hair was so furious that it was unconcealed. "You don't wear it if you say so much!"

Xia Xiqing's quilt, who had stretched out his hands just now, fell to his waist, and his entire upper body was exposed, and he smiled with a innocent face. He looked up at Zhou Ziheng, "It's so vacuum. That won't work. Walking can leak air and freeze my baby."

"Vulgar." Zhou Ziheng threw this sentence down fiercely and turned around and left. After taking a few steps, he turned around and threw the underwear in his hand on the bed. He turned around and quickly left Xia Xiqing's room, slammed the door and closed the door.

Xia Xiqing was like a tourist who was teasing the little lion in the zoo. Seeing him furious, he felt very happy. Looking at the black underwear thrown by Zhou Ziheng on the quilt, Xia Xiqing tsk twice.

To be honest, the size is really not small.

This is something that ordinary people can't stand...

As soon as Zhou Ziheng returned to the room, Shang Sirui's news came over. It was like a death urging. He didn't even sit down. He took a sip of cold water and went to his room. Shang Sirui's door was not closed, and he sat on the bed with a mask on his own. Sushi, sashimi and sake were placed on the table beside the sofa.

As soon as he saw Zhou Ziheng coming in, Shang Sirui jumped off the bed excitedly, pulled him to sit on the sofa, and tried his best to recommend this Japanese dish to him.

It’s really a shame to be a shopping guide if you don’t use your mouth as a shopping guide. Zhou Ziheng was thinking, and found that there was still a bottle of iced vodka on the table, “You ordered this too?”

"yes."

"You're crazy." Zhou Ziheng frowned, "This is so powerful that you can drink. Do you want to go out tomorrow?"

"It's okay. Don't I tell you anymore, I'm not going to work tomorrow. I'm going to sleep until the afternoon." Shang Sirui pouted, and plunged his fingers and threw himself on Zhou Ziheng's shoulder pitifully, "I haven't had enough sleep for a whole week."

Zhou Ziheng pushed him away with disgust, "You can do whatever you want, I have to fly back to Beijing tomorrow, I won't drink it."

"You can drink it with sake." Shang Sirui kidnapped his arm, "I can't drink a few sips, are you a man?"

Zhou Ziheng rolled his eyes and heard a sound at the door.

"Xi Qing? Just take the door with you." Shang Sirui took off his mask and patted his face. The essence of the slap splashed Zhou Ziheng's face. Zhou Ziheng was so disgusted that he simply stood up.

The door is closed.

Xia Xiqing walked in from the entrance, and Zhou Ziheng's gaze couldn't help but move, and saw him wearing a size one-sized gray-blue long-sleeved sweatshirt, with wide sleeves covering half of his palm, and his overly long black sweatpants legs were pulled up by him, revealing his smooth ankle bones.

It was a tall man, and his clothes looked a little petite. I don’t know where he turned out the hair rings. The bangs he tied were too long and could not stand up like apple stems. Instead, they were like small saplings planted in the wind, tilted to the side, and swung them with his movements.

Seeing his clothes on him, Zhou Ziheng felt an inexplicable throbbing in his heart, and he was stunned.

It's quite normal to wear it on his body, but why does it happen to him...

Strangely pure.

"Oh, the handsome guy stood up and welcomed me."
To be continued...