Mother-in-law’s pink? Why are there any mother-in-law’s pink???

Xia Xiqing felt both funny and embarrassing. He knew what it means to give back the evil power. His energy to mock Zhou Ziheng for so many days has rebounded to him.

Zhou Ziheng wanted to walk next to him, but Xia Xiqing pushed him, "Tell your mother fans, I'm not a daughter-in-law."

"Then I don't care, my mother has too many." Zhou Ziheng smiled proudly, "My mothers enjoy freedom of speech."

The two of them were in the backstage, with many people and many stars coming and going. Zhou Ziheng had just won the Silver Bear, and he was very popular and had a lot of traffic. He was very popular in the circle. He had to say hello to him no matter who came. He was very intimate. Zhou Ziheng was too busy just to shake hands. There were so many media cameras facing him next to him, which made Xia Xiqing feel very troublesome.

If it were him in the past, his first reaction at this time must be to find a quiet place to stay by himself, but now he doesn't want to do that, just next to Zhou Ziheng and following him in the crowded crowd.

Because he could see that every time Zhou Ziheng bowed and shook his hand, he would subconsciously look back to see if he was still there.

All those who should say hello were called. Zhou Ziheng, Xia Xiqing and his assistants found an inconspicuous place to sit down and wait for the scene. Taking advantage of the chaos of the crowd, Zhou Ziheng quietly grabbed Xia Xiqing's hand.

"Your hands are so cold." He rubbed them twice, "Is it cold?"

"It was cold just now, and it's much better now." Xia Xiqing leaned on the chair and looked up at the ceiling, "It's so tiring to be a star."

Zhou Ziheng put Xia Xiqing's hand into his coat pocket, "You can turn it off in the future, if you don't want to come out."

Xia Xiqing turned his head and looked at him, "I mean you. I'm not a star." He frowned and poked Zhou Ziheng's waist in his pocket. His eyes were gentle and he had a little bit of bad intentions. "We Hengheng are exhausted every day."

He had hardly called Zhou Ziheng that way. These two words were not unfamiliar to Zhou Ziheng. Fans called him like this every day, and he no longer felt that he had no special feeling. But Xia Xiqing called him Hengheng with such a cute expression, which made Zhou Ziheng's heart beat twice.

I really want to kiss him.

What Xia Xiqing didn't know was that whenever this was the time, it was when Zhou Ziheng really felt that it was very hard to be a star.

Half an hour before the award ceremony, the two entered the venue together. During the process of finding seats, Zhou Ziheng was called away by the organizer because he would be the guest of the Best Newcomer Award. Xia Xiqing followed his assistant to find his seat. Fans had already entered the venue and saw Xia Xiqing start screaming wildly.

"Brother Xiqing!!!"

"Brother Xi Qing looks at this!!!"

One after another, the station sisters set up cannons and looked at him. Xia Xiqing turned his head and smiled at them with a very pampering fanaticism.

"Xi Qing!! Mom loves you!!!"

"Mom loves you too! Xi Qing should wear more clothes!!!"

"Xi Qing!!! I went to the art museum yesterday!!!"

"Xi Qing, I love you!!!"

The fans were so enthusiastic that Xia Xiqing smiled helplessly and docilely on her face. She put her hand on her chest and bent down to bow to them. She found her place before she sat down.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh what kind of little prince is Xi Qing!!"

"What a gentleman!!!"

"My Prince Charming!!!"

"Not yours!! It's Zhou Ziheng's!!"

Sudden internal strife.

"Zhou Ziheng's little rose!!!"

"Ahhhhhhh little rose!!"

This title was exposed because of Zhou Ziheng's small trumpet. Xia Xiqing didn't think anything was wrong before, but now she was called out by fans in public, which was really a bit ashamed. Xia Xiqing turned her head and made a move to silence.

Fans obediently covered their mouths, Xia Xiqing compared their love in the morning, and raised their eyebrows playfully.

Not long after turning his head, Xia Xiqing heard the fans' voices again, but they were not loud but could be heard.

"Brother Xi Qing, turn around~"

After shouting for a lot of times, Xia Xiqing couldn't bear to pretend to be stupid, so he turned around. More than a dozen fans held their phones, and the screen showed three super large words - Little Rose, which were completely made of homemade electronic versions. The rose-colored words flashed and were super conspicuous.

I really admire these little girls. Xia Xiqing lowered her head and smiled helplessly.

However, the fans felt very happy and thought they had attracted Brother Xi Qing. Unexpectedly, within five minutes, Xia Xiqing turned around and raised his cell phone.

A sentence was played on his screen, and each word filled the screen.

[Call me brother, be good.]

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Ahhhhhhh my god, brother Xi Qing is so flirtatious!!!"

"Brother!!! I can do it with brother!"

Even the fans of other families couldn't help but sigh, "Damn it, look at the real owner of the other party, my god, I'm so good."

Xia Xiqing took back his phone, and fans in another direction began to call his name again.

He raised his head and heard the fans ask, "Brother Xiqing, do you know about Hengheng's fantasy?"

Xia Xiqing shook her head with a smile.

"Really??"

Xia Xiqing smiled coolly and cutely, "He always looked at me secretly on his back."

“Hahahahaha…”

After chatting with fans, Xia Xiqing lowered her head and sorted out her tie. Zhou Ziheng walked down from a corner of the stage and looked around. Xia Xiqing didn't even see it, but the fans behind saw it first, shouting reminders one by one.

"Hengheng!!! Your wife is here!!!"

"Here!!! Hengheng!!!"

Under the "enthusiastic reminder" of a bunch of fans, Zhou Ziheng walked to Xia Xiqing with a smile, and did not sit down directly, but just stood beside him and talked to him, while speaking, reaching out to pinch his back neck.

It was not a very intimate action at first, but the fans below were so excited that they held the cannon and snapped it.

Another star came from behind, and Zhou Ziheng turned sideways and sat down by the way.

"Which is the newcomer award?" Xia Xiqing looked at Zhou Ziheng.

"Well... the sixth one." Zhou Ziheng was a little tired and subconsciously leaned his head on Xia Xiqing's shoulder.

"Hey, so many people are watching."

"Look at it." Zhou Ziheng smiled indifferently, "I came out just to show my love, I was afraid that they wouldn't see it."

His tone was very childish, like an angry child. But Xia Xiqing just felt very happy, his heart was filled with pleasant emotions, like a small bread slowly expanding in the oven.

"I want everyone in the world to know that you are mine." Zhou Ziheng's tone became calmer, and then he suddenly laughed, "Although the exposure of the small trumpet is not my original intention, it is not a bad thing from the perspective of consequence theory." He raised his head and turned his face to look at Xia Xiqing, "At least many people know how much I like you now."

These gentle love words fell into my ears, like a small spark falling down, igniting an emotional nerve.

Xia Xiqing felt a little embarrassed and lay on the back of the seat in the front seat, buried his face on his overlapping arms, and then took a while before turning his face to look at him, with a cunning smile like a fox on his face.

"But your trumpet is really funny."

Sweet revenge.

After the award ceremony began, the two stopped chatting and laughing, and sat in their seats very upright waiting for the awards to be awarded one by one. This time, the award ceremony was not very valuable in China, but because of its linkage with Weibo, there were so many celebrities present and it was very popular.

When it was time to present the Newcomer of the Year Award, Zhou Ziheng walked onto the stage as the award presenter. The person who presented the award with him was Feng Cheng, a male actor in his early forties. He became famous in comedy and was very good at making things happen. The two had a big gap in their image. Zhou Ziheng had just settled on the podium and was adjusting the microphone. Feng Cheng joked, "I got so close to see that Ziheng and I look quite similar."

There was a burst of laughter and applause from the audience, and Zhou Ziheng laughed. Feng Cheng said again, "Others say I am Zhou Ziheng from the comedy world."

"No, no, you are much handsomer than me." Zhou Ziheng smiled modestly.

“That’s ~”

There was another burst of laughter off the audience.

"What we are going to award today is the Newcomer of the Year Award." Feng Cheng pinched the envelope and asked Zhou Ziheng with his hands behind his back, "Ziheng, do you still remember your newcomer experience?"

Zhou Ziheng smiled and thought for a while, finally shook his head, "I don't remember."

A fan below shouted: "He was only six years old at that time!!!"

“Hahahahahahahahaha…”

The audience laughed, and Zhou Ziheng smiled and licked the corner of his mouth, looking helpless.

"Then do you have any advice for newcomers?" Feng Cheng himself first said, "I think newcomers, don't worry, the more anxious you are, the longer you are, the more anxious you will be." After saying that, he pointed at himself, "Like me, hahaha."

Zhou Ziheng pursed his lips and spoke seriously, "I have three suggestions. First, don't set up a character for yourself."

“Hahahahahahahahahaha…”

"Second, don't open a small trumpet."

“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha…”

This self-deprecating trick made everyone in the audience laugh, which was even more exciting than watching crosstalk.

Zhou Ziheng cleared his throat, "Third, don't forward the lottery with a small trumpet."

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

"What a man, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

The camera was given to Xia Xiqing, and Xia Xiqing could only lower his head and smile and applaud, and maintain his final demeanor and calmness when he raised his head.

Feng Cheng took the lead in applauding, "I haven't heard such a constructive suggestion for a long time." After saying that, he took out the envelope, "Then let's present the award."
To be continued...