Winter came suddenly, a strong wind with cold air hit Beijing, and the air was filled with a cold smell. Xia Xiqing was mounting a new painting when the phone suddenly rang.

"Hey..." Xia Xiqing put on her headphones, and her hand was still pressing the edge of the picture frame, "Who?"

"Brother!" Xia Xiuze's voice was still changing, crisp and hoarse. As soon as he heard it, he knew that he had not protected his voice properly and roared and made his voice hoarse.

"Don't let go if you have a fart." Xia Xiqing pushed his glasses and tightened the canvas, "Your brother, I'm busy."

When Xia Xiuze heard this, he immediately explained, "I really have something to tell you this time. This Sunday, Xia Zhixu's grandfather celebrates his 90th birthday, so please let us go together."

Xia Xiqing rolled his eyes, "I have told you so many times that I shouldn't call someone's name, be careful of being beaten." He thought for a while, and said, "Who will go on my uncle's birthday?"

"Well... we are the only ones in our family. Dad doesn't go, he said that the younger generation will just go and celebrate."

"Okay." As soon as Xia Yunkai was told that Xia Zhixu was not going, Xia Zhixu agreed, "I'll tell Xia Zhixu that you can leave home and let the driver take you."

Xia Xiuze on the phone was clamoring that he didn't want to. The studio door was open. Xia Xiqing suddenly heard a sound outside. She put down the painting and stuck her head out to look at it, but her chin was pinched by one hand, so fast that he couldn't even react.

Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and kissed him, then hugged him in his arms.

"Hey, you scared me."

"What's wrong with brother? Are you okay, brother!"

"It's okay." Xia Xiqing frowned and looked up at Zhou Ziheng. Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and kissed the tip of his nose, and whispered in his ear to whom he called. Coincidentally, Xia Xiuze on the other end of the words also asked the same question.

"No one." Xia Xiqing pinched Zhou Ziheng's wrist and smirked, and said shamelessly at the microphone on the headphones, "Your sister-in-law."

"What!??"

Zhou Ziheng twisted his cheek, "What did you say?"

Xia Xiqing raised her face and smiled unscrupulously, "What? I don't want to think of it, right? Then forget it, I'll look for someone else."

"You dare." Zhou Ziheng pulled his headphones, "Brother, sister-in-law, I'm going to do something that is not suitable for children now, so let's hang up." After saying that, he pinched the phone and pressed Xia Xiqing on the wall.

He said he wouldn't do anything in the studio, but in the end he broke his achievements. Xia Xiqing felt that he was very unprincipled, especially after meeting Zhou Ziheng. He looked like a soft snake with only bones pulled, leaning his head on the lazy sofa in the corner of the studio, covered with Zhou Ziheng's cashmere coat, staring lazily at Zhou Ziheng who was being rude to clean up the scene of the "crime".

"I want to smoke."

"No." Zhou Ziheng sorted out the workbench counter that had just been made like a typhoon passing through. He walked to Xia Xiqing, stretched out his long legs and collapsed on the lazy sofa with him, drilled into his coat, reached out to catch Xia Xiqing into his arms, reached into his sweater, and touched his back with sweat.

"Don't catch a cold."

"Not to it." Xia Xiqing shrank his head to Zhou Ziheng's neck, as if he was sleepy, and yawned a little.

Zhou Ziheng patted his hand gently on his shoulder, as if coaxing the child. Before he went home, he also received a call from his brother, saying that Wei F's case had basically been settled. Although the video recorded on the laptop camera could not be used as valid legal evidence in court, it basically allowed them to provide information for subsequent investigations and became the key to conviction.

But Zhou Ziheng has never quite understood who gave that video to Xia Xiqing.

Xia Xiqing only mentioned it and said that she was a friend who studied IT, and it must be a point of protecting him. Zhou Ziheng did not ask about it anymore, but felt that there were quite a few powerful friends around Xia Xiqing.

The people around him were already sleeping heavily against his neck, like a small animal close to the heat source in winter. Zhou Ziheng gently loosened his arms, passed his arm through his neck and knees and picked him up from the lazy sofa, and carried him back to the bedroom.

Sunday came very quickly. Xia Xiqing drove the car and took the gifts she had bought before to the private room in the hotel to celebrate her birthday. Although it was the 90th birthday, there were not many relatives present. As soon as she opened the private room, Xia Xiqing saw Xia Zhixu sitting next to the birthday boy. The other party was pouring tea for his grandfather. When he looked up, he saw Xia Xiqing who was raising his eyebrows at him.

"Uncle, I wish you a blessing as old as the East China Sea and a long life as the South Mountain." Xia Xiqing put aside the gift he brought and brought a cup of tea respectfully to the old man.

"Isn't this the youngest one from the house? Sit down quickly."

Many people came one after another. Xia Xiqing should sit on both sides of Xia Zhixu in terms of seniority, but Xia Xiqing and Xia Xiuze are all in their forties and fifties. It is very awkward to sit in the middle, so they naturally sat next to Xia Zhixu. A meal was eaten from 7 o'clock in the evening to almost 10 o'clock. Xia Xiuze still had classes on Monday, so he had no choice but to be picked up by his own driver.

Xia Xiqing's cell phone shook, and he took it out and saw that it was a WeChat message.

[renaissance: I have a magazine to shoot tonight, and I may have to stay until the second half of the night, and you go to bed early at night.]

Xia Xiqing was thinking about whether to inform Zhou Ziheng and told him that he was having dinner outside. When Xia Zhixu, who was sitting next to him, turned his head and said, "Hey, let's retreat."

"Is it OK?" Xia Xiqing glanced at him and lowered her voice, "It's your grandfather's birthday."

"It's okay, my dad is here." Xia Zhixu coughed, "I want to go back early, he won't sleep if I don't go back."

"Tsk tsk tsk." Xia Xiqing certainly knew who Xia Zhixu was talking about, "You two are so irritable that I can't do it." But since Xia Zhixu didn't want to stay, he also wanted to escape, "That's the old idea."

Xia Zhixu made an OK gesture under the table.

As the two of them were docked together, Xia Xiqing put away his phone and toasted the relatives and friends one cup after another, and poured one cup after another. After fifteen minutes, he fell on the table, yelling, "Then, what, my cousin, I'll toast you..."

"Hahaha, is Xi Qing drunk?"

"This kid is like this, and the toast is not over."

Xia Zhixu took a sip of black tea silently, showing an expression of suddenly remembering something important, "By the way, he was driving here."

"Then... find a designated driver."

"He is so drunk, and it's not very convenient for a driver." Xia Zhixu took out the car key from his pocket, "I'll take him back, the place where I live is not far from him." He glanced at his father, and the other party seemed to have been deceived, nodded, "Take good care of your uncle."

Xia Zhixu twitched the corner of his mouth, "Oh, I understand."

Xia Xiqing, who was dressed as if dead, walked all the way downstairs.

"Okay, stop pretending."

"Okay." Xia Xiqing stood still and patted his face, "Luckily, your uncle, I have a lot of alcohol."

"Take less advantage." Xia Zhixu put his pockets in his hands, "You can't get on the road after drinking, so I'll drive you and send you back."

The wind outside made people's face hurt. Xia Xiqing shrank his face into the scarf. He reached out and pinched Xia Zhixu's face, "What a good nephew."

"Get out." Xia Zhixu pried away his hand and walked side by side to the parking place. Xia Zhixu got into the car and carried Xia Xiqing in the co-pilot together. He originally went straight to Xia Xiqing's apartment, but Xia Xiqing received news from Zhou Ziheng halfway.

[renaissance: I may not be able to go back today. I will never finish it here and I will probably have to stay overnight. I will have to go to the company to sign a brand contract tomorrow morning. You go to bed and don’t wait for me.]

Xia Xiqing pouted and replied with an OK expression. Seeing that his expression was depressed, Xia Zhixu was unhappy and unlocked the screen of his phone, he couldn't help but laugh, "Why, that stupid guy finally saw your true face and was about to dump you?"

"Who are you stupid?"

Xia Zhixu was shocked. It was rare that he would fight back when he hurt him. "Oh, I like him so much. I'm really eye-opening. You have times of seriousness."

Xia Xiqing didn't say anything, and after a long time of boredom, he finally spoke, "I'm so annoyed that I'm going to sleep alone again." He turned his head, "I'm going to your house tonight, I want to drink the sobering tea made by Chenchen."

As usual, Xia Zhixu must have denied it soon, but this time he reluctantly agreed to see that Xia Xiqing helped him drink, "Go back before nine o'clock in the morning."

"Okay. By the way, I went to my house for lunch. Someone gave me a bluefin golden gun two days ago. I don't know how to do it. I will ask Chenchen to do it for me tomorrow. Then we will go to my house together."

Xia Xiqing agreed to it with great pleasure, and had already thought about it. Since he could not be sweet with Zhou Ziheng, he would never let others kiss him in front of him.

It just so happened that Zhou Ziheng was back the next day, so let’s have a meal together and give me a formal introduction.

The next morning, Zhou Ziheng returned to the company tired and sleepy, fell on the sofa to make up for his sleep. Luo poured him a cup of coffee and went to buy breakfast. Then he woke him up, "Ziheng, get up and clean up, and you will have to sign a contract in a while."

Zhou Ziheng rubbed his eyes and got up from the sofa, ate something casually and paddled it. The company's stylist rushed over to make a styling for him. He closed his eyes like this, thinking about calling Xia Xiqing after he finished blowing his hair.

"Hey Ziheng, are you very good with Xi Qing?" The stylist sprayed some styling spray. Zhou Ziheng opened his eyes and looked at the stylist in the mirror with some confusion, "What's wrong?"

"No, I was eating melons when I was on the road just now," the stylist looked at him with a smile, "I just wanted to inquire from you to see if there are any real melons with better quality."

Gua? Zhou Ziheng frowned and took out his cell phone, "What other gossip?"

The stylist fiddled with Zhou Ziheng's hair, "Oh, nothing, a paparazzi took a picture of Xia Xiqing's boyfriend, no, it's suspected to be her boyfriend. She is quite handsome, and she is more handsome than many male celebrities in the circle." She sighed, "Oh, it's really not easy for us women now. We have to compete with women not only for men, but also for men."

Zhou Ziheng was stunned immediately.

Boyfriend???

Did you make a mistake? Xia Xiqing's authentic boyfriend is sitting here now and letting you stylist!

He opened Weibo with a confused look on his face, and indeed saw that the traffic painter Xia Xiqing was on the hot search again - [Xia Xiqing spent the night intimately at a man's house]. Just seeing this title, Zhou Ziheng's fire suddenly got up, and his temples jumped suddenly.

Originally, he was still comforting himself, thinking that maybe he was framed by someone again, and it was completely false. Who knew that after entering the hot search, Zhou Ziheng saw the real Nine Palace Picture.

In the first picture, there was a tall man in a camel coat standing beside Xia Xiqing, wearing a black coat. The two seemed to be talking and laughing, with a very happy expression. The second picture was even more intimate. Xia Xiqing directly reached out to pinch the face of the man beside him.

Zhou Ziheng now feels that his brain nerves are blown up one by one.

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[@Little Cat Meow:...Damn, is Xia Xiqing a melon field?]

[@godisagril: No, Xia Xiqing is not a star, why do paparazzi keep staring at others? What if they are friends, and they don’t take pictures of kissing, holding hands or something, just say that they are in love. I can have a dozen loves like this.]

[@Self-study girls will never admit defeat: refuse to spread rumors! Refuse to spread information!]

[@Stabilize us to win: Fans are really quick to control comments. From the perspective of passers-by, these two are quite matched. This little brother in camel coat is so handsome, but it is a bit unauthentic to have a real couple and even CP.]

[@34 Not 43: I want to know all the information about the little brother in camel coat in ten minutes!]

Looking at the Weibo text and then looking at the comments below, Zhou Ziheng's fists were clenched, but he still tried his best to suppress the fire. Even the stylist saw it and asked weakly, "That... Ziheng, the shape is ready, you can go to the lounge."

Zhou Ziheng took a deep breath, "Thank you, you can go out first, I'll call."

The stylist went out tremblingly, but in the end he didn't eat the melon, and it seemed that he had offended Zhou Ziheng. This direction was so weird that she couldn't figure it out.

As soon as the door was closed, Zhou Ziheng immediately dialed Xia Xiqing's phone number, but the other party was turned off, which made him even more angry. Don't he know that he has become a hot search?

After completing the work absent-mindedly, Zhou Ziheng went home anxiously, preparing to argue with Xia Xiqing. He called Xia Xiqing again in the elevator and finally got it connected.

"What's wrong, baby?" Xia Xiqing didn't seem to know what was going on. Zhou Ziheng held his cell phone and his voice was deep, "Where are you?"

“At home.”

"Then you open the door for me."

"Oh, wait a moment."
To be continued...