After finishing work, Shang Sirui's assistant found a hot pot restaurant that was still open in the early morning near the recording site and booked a private room. Five people came out and went straight to the hotel private room. Shang Sirui ordered a lot of signs, "I have been here with the members before. This hot pot is authentic and authentic. "

"Are you from Sichuan?" Ruan Xiao asked.

Shang Sirui smiled so hard that he couldn't see his teeth. "Beijing people." He looked up at everyone, "Are you drinking?"

Cen Cen shook his head, "I'm going to start a tour lately, I have to protect my voice."

"I won't drink." Zhou Ziheng took off his coat and poured himself a glass of water, "Don't order me."

From the moment he took off his coat, Xia Xiqing's eyes never left him. He looked refreshing and refreshing, like a college student in just a white T-shirt.

When holding the cup, the blue veins raised on the back of the hand, the slender fingers with distinct joints, the thick eyelashes when hanging low, the jawline with clear edges and ridges, and every fragment that is dismantled is perfect.

His gaze extended along Zhou Ziheng's side neck, almost intertwined with the muscle texture, from the loose cotton collar to the invisible place.

This person looks so fucking like him.

"Xi Qing, are you drinking?"

Shang Sirui's question interrupted Xia Xiqing's reverie. "I?" The moment he came back to his senses, Xia Xiqing found that Zhou Ziheng, who was sitting opposite, was still holding the glass cup, but his eyes glanced at him, but for only a moment, because he quickly looked elsewhere again, and his brows frowned slightly.

It was really interesting. Xia Xiqing put his right elbow on the table, dragged his chin with his palm, and looked at Shang Sirui with his face, "Yes, I want red wine."

"Hotpot and red wine?" Shang Sirui smiled, "You really know how to make it."

"I'm not too hungry." Xia Xiqing still smiled at Shang Sirui with her face in the side, "I just want to drink some wine to relieve my previous nervousness."

Eating together at the same table can almost be regarded as the fastest thing to bring intimacy between strangers closer together. Moreover, the five of them have been locked up in reality shows for several hours, and the distance is closer. Without the tension and stimulation of games and mutual suspicion, everyone can chat much easier.

In order to raise your throat on the tour, Cen Cen cannot eat spicy food. When she saw Zhou Ziheng, she was a little surprised, "Don't you eat spicy food?"

Zhou Ziheng shook his head, "It's not very good to eat."

"Ziheng's diet is very healthy. When I was recording the show with him, I found that he usually doesn't touch any tobacco and alcohol, eats very lightly, and even soaks wolfberry in a thermos cup."

What kind of old cadre style is this? Xia Xiqing couldn't help but laugh.

It’s not right that it’s the style of three good students.

Ruan Xiao asked Shang Sirui through the hot fog, "Is your usual personality contrast so big? I have a friend who likes your group very much, but she is another member by nature and has chased her many times on the scene. I heard her say that you are confused on stage and off the stage."

Shang Sirui bit the chopsticks' head and uttered a long time, "Actually, I'm not that confused. How can I say that, our group members are very young, and many fans regard us as sons, especially my fans. They usually shout "Mom loves you" when picking up the plane, so the company deliberately reflects the cute and childish side in some daily highlights. Over time, they are forced to install cute characters."

He took out a beef ball from the hot pot and put it in his bowl, reminding Ruan Xiao, "Ah, your beef tripe may be old."

"Ah yes yes yes." Ruan Xiao panicked his chubby, and Cen Cen said immediately, "Don't you feel very tired? Pretend to have another personality."

As soon as this sentence was said, Xia Xiqing felt that someone was looking at him. As soon as he looked up, he saw Zhou Ziheng staring at him like this.

How could it be so tired if such an interesting thing? Xia Xiqing curled his lips slightly, his eyes were removed from Zhou Ziheng's body, and he picked up the cup and took a sip of wine.

"It's okay, I'm really confused in normal times." Speaking of this, Shang Sirui began to sigh again, "I'm a rare villain, and I almost won a little bit. It's a pity. I had planned everything perfectly, but I was tossed by Xi Qing halfway and suddenly panicked."

Xia Xiqing chuckled, "It can only be blamed for yourself for being too easily affected."

"What was your plan before?" Cen Cen asked.

"I was pretending to be pretty good at the beginning. I was not urging you and Ruan Xiao to say that Xi Qing is very suspicious, and you believe it. When our votes start to start the first round of voting, we can vote Xi Qing out. Xi Qing is too powerful, and staying is a hidden danger. When Zi Heng almost collected all the clues, I will use the killer's privilege to kill Zi Heng, reap the benefits of the fisherman and break through the city gate in one fell swoop! Perfect~"

Shang Sirui, who explained the original plan, changed his expression and leaned on the back of the chair like a wilted eggplant. "Oh, it's a pity that my plan was discovered by Xi Qing. As soon as he found out, he ran to find clues to expose my identity. He was about to vote. Of course, I was anxious, so I killed Xi Qing without thinking."

Hearing this, Xia Xiqing couldn't help but laugh, "Did you regret it just after killing?"

"No, I regret it so much." Shang Sirui shook his head, "It's too late to regret it, I just thought, why don't you bit the bullet and talk to Ziheng, but Ziheng had already obtained all the clues at that time and knew that I was a killer. I haven't started to get started yet." Shang Sirui stuffed a piece of rice cake into his mouth and looked at Zhou Ziheng who had been silent. "By the way, Ziheng, how did you know that I was a killer? Xi Qing told you?"

When talking about Zhou Ziheng, Xia Xiqing deliberately did not turn over to look at him, but still looked at Shang Sirui with a very gentle expression.

Zhou Ziheng nodded, and Cen Cen, who was sitting on the side, smiled rare, "If he said you believe it."

"..." Zhou Ziheng was choked again, not knowing what to say.

Ruan Xiao also participated, "Realistically speaking, the clues to cracking the door in the end should have been given to Ziheng by Xi Qing."

Shang Sirui also suddenly reacted, "Ah, I understand! It's that painting!" He shook his chopsticks excitedly, and half turned his body to look at Xia Xiqing, "Is it just that rose? Ah, I'm so angry, I should have snatched that painting at that time." He patted his forehead hard, "Why am I so terrified!"

Xia Xiqing was completely amused by Shang Sirui's appearance of a mistake that had been abhorrent for eternal regret. She still maintained the lazy posture of supporting her chin. She stretched out her left hand and pulled Shang Sirui to the hand that patted her forehead, and smiled, "Stop patting, the more you pat it, the more you pat it, the more you get."

"I'll go, it's really that painting." Shang Sirui grabbed Xia Xiqing's hand, and shook Xia Xiqing hard, "No, I'm too sad. You have to compensate me and draw for me! I want super large ones, two! One is hung in my dormitory and one for my mother!"

I had already drunk wine, but although I was not drunk, Xia Xiqing was dizzy when he flicked this way, so he could only compromise with a smile, "Okay, okay, aren't there just two paintings? I'll draw it for you tomorrow."

Xia Xiqing was so spoiled and spoiled in this way, especially when he encountered some willful tempers in the past. Before he was bored, Xia Xiqing always spoiled like this. As soon as the other party saw the extremely gentle smile on his face, he always thought that he occupied a considerable position in his heart. He didn't know that it was all fake.

But Zhou Ziheng saw this look really in his eyes.

It's nothing else. Zhou Ziheng just couldn't figure it out, but he couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he was. This person was obviously his fan, and he kept saying that he liked him and showed his loyalty. Logically speaking, as a fan, he finally had a meal with his idol, so shouldn't he seize every opportunity to talk to his idol?

But Xia Xiqing didn't even look at him seriously for a whole night.

Unreasonable boredom.

This romantic scumbag must have fallen in love with Shang Sirui 100%. Sure enough, the feelings of fans are the most unreliable. When they say they like you, they want to give you all their hearts. Once they climb the wall, they will be kind not to come back and step on you.

Zhou Ziheng held the chopsticks and couldn't eat them in one bite. His ears were filled with the laughter and joy of the two people sitting opposite him.

After eating a late-night snack for nearly two hours, Shang Sirui suddenly remembered something when it was about to end, "Let's get a WeChat group." He took out his cell phone, "How great is it that we can chat normally."

Zhou Ziheng didn't want to join the group at all, but Shang Sirui pulled him in directly, his phone kept shaking. When he opened it, he saw a group called [Let me guess who is killer today] kept flashing with new news.

"Everyone will change the notes." Ruan Xiao reminded.

Forced to change the notes, Zhou Ziheng changed his notes, glanced at the group members when he exited, and suddenly saw Xia Xiqing. In fact, Xia Xiqing had not changed the notes, but his avatar made Zhou Ziheng recognize him at first glance.

It was the painting he played in a red jersey.

For some reason, the boredom in his chest suddenly dissipated a lot. Zhou Ziheng frowned and stared at the small avatar, afraid that others would find him staring, so he didn't dare to click on the large picture to see it. He could only look at it with half-squinted eyes.

After watching for a while, I looked up and looked up at Xia Xiqing sitting opposite me.

He was tilted on the chair, his head tilted to one side, his hair covering most of his face, and he couldn't see whether he was open or closed.

It seems like he is drunk very much.

Shang Sirui saw Zhou Ziheng looking at this side, and he turned his head and looked, "Ah, Xiqing, are you drunk? It's okay?" He pushed Xia Xiqing's hair aside, revealing his slightly flushed face.

Xia Xiqing nodded in confusion, as if she hadn't heard what Shang Sirui said clearly. This sound was a long and twists and turns, and the tone was filled with a sense of hoarseness after getting drunk.

I'm so drunk, I'll see how you go back later. Zhou Ziheng almost rolled his eyes.

"Where is Xiqing's hotel?" Cen Cen asked, "I seemed to see him following an assistant next to him today, but it's so late..."

Ruan Xiao took out his cell phone and prepared to call a taxi, "Why don't you let him live there? My house is not far from here."

"No. This is easy to be misunderstood. Maybe there are reporters outside, one man and one woman, and you are easily written randomly. He should take him to the hotel where I stay. Let's make do with one night." As soon as he finished speaking, Shang Sirui began to worry, "Oh no, I will leave him alone on the plane tomorrow morning."

Everyone was discussing the issue of Xia Xiqing's belonging, but Zhou Ziheng didn't say a word.

Now he has a sense of déjà vu that he is afraid of being called up by the teacher to answer questions in class.

"Ziheng, otherwise you should take Xiqing to your place. I remember your hotel is quite close to here. Didn't you drive a car?"

Whatever you are afraid of is what you are. Murphy's Law will never deceive me.

Zhou Ziheng nodded and accepted the challenge given to him by fate.

Shang Sirui helped Xia Xiqing into Zhou Ziheng's car and closed the passenger door, "Then I'll leave, I'll be there tomorrow, you can rest early, too."

Zhou Ziheng nodded.

"Don't forget to wear his seat belt." Shang Sirui, who had walked far away, turned around and shouted at him.

Xia Xiqing, who was drunk and unconscious, leaned on the passenger seat, like a sleeping cat. Zhou Ziheng tried hard to straighten him, leaned over and pulled out the seat belt for him. This position was not strong enough, and he tried for a long time but failed.

Death of trouble.

Cunning, shameless, lying and romantic, Xia Xiqing became a little doll in Zhou Ziheng's heart, and he slammed a new label on his forehead.

After recording the show, I really never want to see this person again.

Zhou Ziheng was muttering this in his heart, and he didn't know who to say it to.

Suddenly, the drunk and unconscious man let out a whimper like a small animal, and then hugged him from the front.

His head was buried in Zhou Ziheng's neck.

Zhou Ziheng suddenly felt his side neck rubbing gently by a pair of soft lips. His whole body seemed to be over-electric, and it exploded from his neck to his fingertips, numb. This unreasonable current finally exploded into his chest.

Paralyzed the heart.

Zhou Ziheng, who felt this mysterious feeling for the first time in 20 years, once again forgot about this person who was drunk and hugged him in a daze and refused to let go.
Chapter completed!