Chapter 47 Gun and Rose

How could Xia Xiqing refuse such an exciting thing in elopement?

But in his heart, the initiator of the elopement should be himself. Forget it, let it go. Xia Xiqing didn't notice that when he met Zhou Ziheng, even his younger brother automatically became a small detail that could go with it. He just wanted to follow him, but there was no reason.

"Drive my car and let Xiao Luo drive your car back." Zhou Ziheng pulled out a hand from his pocket and opened the co-pilot's door for him.

Xia Xiqing found that he had changed his car, although he was still a very low-key Lexus ls. He patted the car door and got into the co-pilot, "Where is the boulevard before?"

Zhou Ziheng went around and opened the car door and got into the driver's seat, "That's a nanny car."

"That's it, I've been disgusting that car for a long time." Xia Xiqing smiled. Zhou Ziheng lowered the car window. He gave his car keys to Xiao Luo. Looking at Xiao Luo with a nervous look, Xia Xiqing lay on the car window and smiled at him, "It's okay, you can drive it casually, you have insurance."

"It's a big hit, such a slutty car." Zhou Ziheng smiled evilly.

"You are so beautiful and moderate."

Xiao Luo held the key and was sweating coldly, and could only keep a fake smile and watched the two young masters drive away from here.

Xia Xiqing was not curious about Zhou Ziheng's family background in the past. Fan circles were so popular. Celebrities from middle-class families could be praised as rich second generations, while those from rich second generations were even more popular. Those who had a public office in the family would be praised as popular for several generations. People in the circle of serious rich second generations had no interest in this kind of background.

But now he feels increasingly that Zhou Ziheng is not a child of an ordinary family, not because of his daily dressing or houses and cars. These are nothing to celebrities. Even in that high-end apartment, Zhou Ziheng's status, or the money he has accumulated over the years, can be fully afforded. For Xia Xiqing, apart from material things, Zhou Ziheng's own personality and concepts simply reflect a perfect family, happy and fulfilling, and has great freedom to respect ideas.

He looked at Zhou Ziheng's side face as he was concentrating on driving, and he felt a lot of emotion.

"What do you think?" Zhou Ziheng, who was waiting for the green light, was still looking ahead, "Are you still complaining about my aesthetic? Or do you think your Cayenne is not at all sexy."

"You are right, that's my most low-key car." Xia Xiqing smiled, "Daily car. Give you an example, this officelady," he pointed to a female white-collar worker carrying a black commuter bag walking past, "My car is this black commuter bag, daily, capable of fitting and durability."

Zhou Ziheng frowned, with an expression of you teasing me. He took advantage of the red light tail and quickly peeled a raspberry-flavored lollipop and stuffed it into his mouth, stepping on the accelerator.

Xia Xiqing's index finger grabbed the drawstring on Zhou Ziheng's hooded sweatshirt and wrapped it around, "If she went to a nightclub, she would definitely not carry this bag. Just like the real slutty cars are used to fish for people, and..." His fingers suddenly stopped, and his voice lowered a little, "carsex."

Zhou Ziheng, who was not prepared at all, almost stepped on the brakes. Xia Xiqing was particularly happy with this. Every time Zhou Ziheng responded to this kind of erotic joke.

"Don't be excited." Xia Xiqing shrugged with regret, "Due to the special nature of his career, we probably have no chance of trying this play."

Zhou Ziheng had a lollipop in his mouth, turned his face and raised his right eyebrow at him, "I like 'driving' so much, can I drive it yourself if I go down?"

"That won't work, there are at least two people driving." Xia Xiqing patted his face and grabbed the lollipop's stick. Zhou Ziheng was still holding the steering wheel in his hand. He didn't dare to joke with him, so he let him snatch the lollipop away.

"Um... it's too sweet." Xia Xiqing was holding a lollipop in her mouth and spoke in a vague manner. Zhou Ziheng looked at the traffic ahead, but his mind was unconscious of the situation where Xia Xiqing lay on his shoulder and gasped quietly that morning.

He shook his head, trying to shake off the imaginative scenes so that he could concentrate.

Xia Xiqing, who was eating candy, stopped talking nonsense. He took out his cell phone and sent a message to Xia Xiuze.

[I'll leave first, please help me eat the cake. I will take you out to play in two days and have a replay of it for you alone. Happy birthday.]

As always, he received a reply from Xia Xiuze.

[Brother, do you think my birthday is really worth remembering? I mean, do anyone really feel happy when I was born?]

This one was withdrawn in seconds, just after Xia Xiqing finished reading it.

Staring at the withdrawal reminder below the screen, Xia Xiqing took a deep breath and gave him the answer.

[I was very annoying at first, and to be honest, I was quite annoying.]

[But now I think that being born into my younger brother is the only thing in this family that makes me feel happy.]

He also wanted to say "This article is not allowed to be replied to", but he called the phone halfway through the voice call, which scared Xia Xiqing so much that he trembled and pressed it as a speakerphone.

"Wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu..."

Xia Xiuze's ghost crying and howling confession is no matter how many times he hears it, it is a shocking moment.

Xia Xiqing maintained his final calmness, "Please calm down and not call." Then he decisively ended the love show and took a breath.

He is so cool, how could he have such a sticky brother?

Zhou Ziheng found it interesting, "Your brother is so cute."

Xia Xiqing bit the sugar ball that had not yet melted, put his hand into Zhou Ziheng's hood, and touched his ear, "You are very cute too."

The hand holding the steering wheel suddenly became a little sweaty. Zhou Ziheng pursed his lips and looked ahead with a calm look. The touched ears had long been so hot that they were already unreasonable.

He seemed to have to say to himself a million times [they were not in love] to dispel his overly sweet fantasies. He even wondered whether the reason why he had these chemical reactions was just a temporary emotional fluctuation. After all, it was so simple for people to be ambiguous now.

The chemical reactions produced by hormone collisions are beyond his knowledge. It is difficult to calm down when he speaks calmly.

If Xia Xiqing didn't find that he liked him a little bit, maybe they could continue to maintain such a relationship. Although it was a bit strange, I have to admit that he was already a little happy.

Xia Xiqing browsed Weibo for a while and found that his comments had completely deviated, and almost all of his fans called him Mrs. Zhou below.

"It's simply..."

"What's wrong?" Zhou Ziheng asked.

"No, nothing." Xia Xiqing stuffed his phone into his pants pocket and looked outside. It was covered in darkness around him, and even the street lights were much less. It seemed that he had left the city. "What the hell is this? You are not going to rape me first and then kill me, and throw away the corpse in the wilderness."

Zhou Ziheng said seriously: "Do you know what role I want to try the most?"

"Abnormal." Xia Xiqing answered in seconds.

"Abnormal murderer."

"It's strange." Xia Xiqing looked at the rearview mirror, "I found that you are not worried about paparazzi and you at all."

"Did you just find out now?"

Xia Xiqing curled his lips. The building finally appeared in front of him. It looked like there was no distinctiveness. If you want to talk about the characteristics, it felt like a déjà vu of the government department.

"Where is this? Didn't you say you took me to elope? I thought I was taking a private plane to the uninhabited island."

Zhou Ziheng rolled Xia Xiqing with his aggressive eyes. He almost reached the door. He slowed down his car, "Do you think you act?"

"Aren't you just acting?" Xia Xiqing smiled and saw a middle-aged man in uniform standing next to the gate holding a horizontal railing. He was not as good as an ordinary uniform and had a seal on his shoulders.

He was murmured in his heart, and saw Zhou Ziheng driving to the gate and lowering the window and greeting the man standing outside, "Uncle Meng." The car stopped in front of the horizontal railing.

"Ziheng is here." The man looked at Xia Xiqing, who was sitting in the passenger seat, and his eyes returned to Zhou Ziheng, "Friend?"

"Yes." Zhou Ziheng didn't say much. The man waved his hand into the guard post, and then the horizontal bar opened and released it.

Xia Xiqing was not surprised that Zhou Ziheng was born in a military family, and there has always been this statement in the fan circle, but no one knows what level he is.

It looks quite small.

After driving for a short period of time, Zhou Ziheng stopped and took Xia Xiqing out of the car. After standing outside for a while, Xia Xiqing looked up and found that the stars on this side seemed to be brighter.

"Ziheng."

When Xia Xiqing heard someone calling him, he looked over and said that he was another man in the same uniform, looking like he was in his early thirties.

"Brother Cheng." Zhou Ziheng responded.

"I'm bringing friends today." Brother Cheng said a Beijing movie. He didn't talk much, but he was very polite. "Come with me." After that, he took the Warrior Jeep and carried them on. He didn't chat with Zhou Ziheng much, so he said, "Go back to see your parents more. When he arrived at the training ground, he put them down and threw a bunch of keys at Zhou Ziheng, "You have enough fun and sue me and pick you up."

Zhou Ziheng took the key, responded, and took Xia Xiqing into this seemingly ordinary building.

"Now you can tell me where this is."

"The place where paparazzi dare not approach." Zhou Ziheng took him to a door with the No. 23 training ground, lowered his head and searched for the key to open the door. The door opened and it was pitch black inside. Zhou Ziheng held Xia Xiqing's hand and pressed the switch of the door headlight.

The dark training ground was lit up, and the empty indoor training ground was as big as a football field. There were rows of targets standing straight in the distance, which was so beautiful.

"Is this... a shooting range?" Xia Xiqing looked at Zhou Ziheng's extremely calm side face.

"If you don't add a large number of prefixes that may be harmoniously removed, you are right." Zhou Ziheng pulled him to the instrument room, filled with various types of guns and weapons.

"Are these live ammunition?" Xia Xiqing couldn't believe it.

"This place is not open to the public, and the military training is of course live ammunition." Zhou Ziheng picked up the imported aug rifle and handed it to Xia Xiqing, carrying a Type 88 sniper rifle himself, "Try these two first."

Try it? Xia Xiqing looked at the black sniper rifle in his hand and his heart was pounding.

Weapons are naturally attractive to men. Xia Xiqing had at most touched ordinary-level pistols abroad, and he was just playing around with them. He had never pulled the trigger. Now there was a heavy military assault rifle in his hand, and his blood was almost ignited.

Zhou Ziheng, who took off his coat and only wore a black short-sleeved shirt, wore a dark blue shockproof vest, put on orange and yellow shooting glasses, took a soundless earmuff from the table and walked towards Xia Xiqing with long legs. He looked so handsome.

Why is my vision so good? Xia Xiqing sighed repeatedly, which was amazing.

"The sound will be very loud later." Zhou Ziheng reached out and tied Xia Xiqing's hair behind his ears, and then put a sound-silence earmuff for him. Xia Xiqing looked up slightly at him, which was his favorite position.

"What do you see?"

In fact, the sound-silenced earmuffs made Zhou Ziheng's voice very small, but Xia Xiqing, who had been staring at his mouth, just relying on his lips tone to make up for Zhou Ziheng's tone of saying this.

"Look at the handsome guy."

Zhou Ziheng suddenly felt embarrassed, licked his lips, glanced at the eyes under the orange goggles, and fell back to Xia Xiqing's face.

Xia Xiqing didn't plan to tease him anymore, so she took off her earmuffs, "Do you often come here?"

Zhou Ziheng nodded, "I will vent when I am under a lot of pressure."

"For example?" Xia Xiqing couldn't think of when he would be under great pressure. After all, Zhou Ziheng had so much positive energy that he could line up to recharge people on the road.

Zhou Ziheng didn't reply, and Xia Xiqing asked again, "When was your last time?" In fact, what he wanted to ask was when he brought someone over the last time, and he said something again.

“Last week.”

"Last week?" Xia Xiqing frowned. Isn't that he went to Shanghai to record the show now?
To be continued...