What is this person doing?

He is actually flirting with himself again?! There is obviously one inside.

Zhou Ziheng grabbed Xia Xiqing's restless hand, "What do you want to do?"

Xia Xiqing turned his eyes lazily to Zhou Ziheng holding his wrist, glanced at him, looked at his eyes, and spoke expressionlessly, "It hurts."

It was completely subconscious. Zhou Ziheng felt that he was doing something wrong, so he immediately let go of Xia Xiqing's wrist and opened his mouth. The three words "sorry" were right next to his mouth. He suddenly reacted.

No, it was this person who teased him first, so why did he apologize?

Xia Xiqing really liked this kind of feeling that made Zhou Ziheng so crazy and used a sense of morality to bind him. It was like a little tiger with a fierce breast, and he made him furious. He stung him with a few teasings, and covered him with a delicate and beautiful cage, watching him go crazy inside but unable to act. If this continues, there are only two consequences, taming him or swallowing him.

Obviously, the confident and proud Xia Xiqing could only consider the former.

"Is we quite destined to be together?" Xia Xiqing rubbed his wrist just now and was held by Zhou Ziheng, "Why did he just become a neighbor? In advance, I really don't know that I live here." Crossing Zhou Ziheng's shoulder, Xia Xiqing looked at his house, "Living alone?"

Zhou Ziheng did not answer his question, and took a step left to block Xia Xiqing's vision.

It seems that he lives alone. Xia Xiqing smiled, "I live alone too."

"So you can bring back whoever you want?" Zhou Ziheng looked at him expressionlessly, sarcastic.

"Look at what I said, do I have to ask for instructions if I bring back?" Xia Xiqing still smiled, but Zhou Ziheng was choked by his words and didn't know what to say for a moment. He also felt strange, why are he competing here? Why is he so angry? He knows Xia Xiqing's true face better than anyone else, so he should have been accustomed to him. What does his promiscuity have to do with him?

There is no reason to interfere with his private life.

Zhou Ziheng didn't speak, Xia Xiqing continued, "So... if you hear something that you shouldn't hear, don't be surprised." He put his hair scattered on his cheeks behind his ears, "But such an expensive house should be soundproof."

Zhou Ziheng's chest breath was blocked deeper and more uncomfortable. He lowered his face, "If I heard it, I would move away immediately."

"Where to move?" Xia Xiqing raised her eyebrows at him, her voice softened, and she smiled on her face, "Come on my house."

Shameless.

Zhou Ziheng's face showed a disgusting expression once, and suddenly he saw the crack in the door behind Xia Xiqing opened a little bit, and his head was slid around the crack in the door, which was clearly the child who had just entered. He frowned deeper, took out the mask from his windbreaker pocket and was about to turn around and leave.

After dinner, he called Xiao Luo and asked him to call the moving company, move today and move away overnight.

Who knew that as soon as he took a step, he felt suddenly being hugged by someone from behind, holding it tightly, and could not move a single step. Zhou Ziheng turned around for no reason, and it turned out to be the child wearing a dark green school uniform just now.

“, what are you doing?”

Xia Xiuze raised his head and looked up at Zhou Ziheng with a smile, "That, brother Ziheng! I like you so much! I am your loyal fan! Don't leave, sign me a name!"

What the hell?

Not only Zhou Ziheng, but Xia Xiqing also didn't understand what this guy was going to do when he suddenly fucked.

"No...you let me go first." Zhou Ziheng struggled to pry Xia Xiuze's hand, but was afraid that too much force would hurt him, "Let's go quickly."

"I don't! Brother Ziheng, what are you going to do?"

This kid, brother Ziheng, screamed smoothly. Xia Xiqing rolled his eyes and walked up to grab Xia Xiuze's arm, "What's the wind?"

Even if his brother came forward, Xia Xiuze still held Zhou Ziheng unyieldingly and refused to let him go, "Let's say it."

"Eat, I'll go eat." Zhou Ziheng still maintained his last demeanor as a star, "You can let me go."

Xia Xiqing's eyes suddenly lit up, "Is it really? Come to my house to eat, my brother is about to cook!"

elder brother???

Zhou Ziheng looked at Xia Xiqing with a confused look on his face. Xia Xiqing kicked Xia Xiuze directly, "Who the hell said I want to cook?" The boy was so smart, he started selling his brother one by one.

"Oh." Xia Xiuze showed a wronged face, and his butt fell and hid directly behind Zhou Ziheng, but his arms were still tightly wrapped around his waist. Seeing that Xia Xiqing wanted to do something, Zhou Ziheng couldn't help but subconsciously block Xia Xiuze, "Don't do it."

What do you think of this? Xia Xiqing felt puzzled, "What does it have to do with you when I hit my brother?"

"It's really your brother..." Zhou Ziheng said to himself, turning his head to look at the cowardly boy behind him. Not to mention, his eyebrows and eyes looked quite similar. Zhou Ziheng felt much more relieved, and he had been hanging before, and he seemed to suddenly relax.

The anger just now ejaculated, but a feeling of guilt surged in my heart. I just now decided that this child was his little lover without saying anything. It was entirely based on prejudice and misunderstanding. Zhou Ziheng looked at Xia Xiqing, and his brows frowned slightly, looking very unhappy.

"Brother Ziheng, come to my house for dinner." Xia Xiuze took the opportunity to take advantage of the loopholes again.

"Xia Xiuze, what's wrong with it? Is it itchy?"

"Don't do it, don't do it, it's all a family." Zhou Ziheng and Wan'er Eagle were catching the chicken and blocked the front, helplessly persuading to make peace.

"Who and who are with whom? Is it with me?" Xia Xiqing raised an eyebrow, with a smile on her face at all, and his bad nature was fully revealed. He was too lazy to talk nonsense to these two people, "Okay, Xia Xiuze, I see what tricks are there with me." After saying that, he turned around and kicked the door open, and walked in.

Brother went in, Xia Xiuze let go of Zhou Ziheng, put his hands together and made a request, "Brother Ziheng, I really like you very much, I play that, that... Yang Wei, and Feng Ziming, I like it very much." Xia Xiuze said while silently chanting in his heart, don't make mistakes. He just asked for a female classmate in the class.

Zhou Ziheng stared at the boy in front of him, thinking, could he be really my fan? When he thought, Xia Xiqing himself was a famous painter in the fan circle, and it seemed reasonable that his younger brother was a fan.

In this way, the innocent and kind big star Zhou Ziheng was fooled by a little "fake" fan and a sweet talk about rainbow farts.

Sitting on the living room of Xia Xiqing's house, Zhou Ziheng always felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. Xia Xiuze first sat next to him with a smile, and asked him a lot of questions like checking his household registration.

"Brother Ziheng, do you have an older brother? How many people in the family?"

"What is brother? Where is dad?"

"What about your mother? Is the relationship between mom and dad good?"

"How often do you usually go home?"

"How many relationships have you had?"

"..." Xia Xiuze was about to continue asking, but the collar on the back of his neck was suddenly picked up. When he looked back, he found that it was his own brother who was smiling and not smiling.

"Die me."

"Oh." Xia Xiuze pursed his lips in disappointment, rolled and crawled up from the sand, laughed at Zhou Ziheng, and followed Xia Xiqing and went into the kitchen.

"Tell me." Xia Xiqing bent her waist and searched in the brand new cabinet. After rummaging for a long time, she only turned to a small cooking pot and spatula. "What exactly are you doing?"

"No." Xia Xiuze rubbed his palms like a little fly, squatted down with his brother, coughed, and spoke carefully, "That... brother, I think I seem to like Brother Ziheng very much, I just want to inquire for you..." Before he finished speaking, Xia Xiqing knocked on his forehead with a spatula, "Who told me that I like him?"

Xia Xiuze rubbed his head aggrievedly, "But... I really think... Brother, you have painted a lot of portraits of him, and he just misunderstood and never gave birth to him..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Xia Xiqing sneer and stood up.

"I just don't bother to explain because I don't like it."

"Then why are you afraid that I will get involved?" Xia Xiuze also stood up, "If you don't like him, it doesn't matter if I get rid of it."

It's really... Xia Xiqing couldn't refute the little fool's words for a while. He looked at him with a very unhappy look and grabbed Xia Xiuze's school uniform collar, "Stop getting involved in my affairs, I will never like him."

Xia Xiuze chuckled twice, immediately showing a begging for mercy, and spread his brother's fingers one by one, "I understand, I won't get involved, I won't get involved." After that, he pulled the strap of his schoolbag and moved step by step outside the kitchen. When he was about to leave the kitchen door, he said in a very low voice, "Don't set flags for yourself, brother."

Then he ran away quickly with the desire to survive.

I have been so kind to him lately. I haven't been shaking the house for three days. Xia Xiqing whispered and kicked the cabinet door.

Sitting alone on the sand, Zhou Ziheng was embarrassed and bored, so he could only turn his head to look at the house. There were only two houses on this floor, one occupying the eastern half and the other in the western half. It was basically the same pattern, but Xia Xiqing, who was born in an art study, was obviously different. The decoration of the home was full of his personal style. The general tone of black and white was mixed with a few red color blocks, incomplete sexual frigidity and incomplete enthusiasm.

"Brother Ziheng..."

Xia Xiuze's voice suddenly appeared, which scared Zhou Ziheng. He looked back and looked at him lying on the sand, his eyes looked at him, showing a cute smile.

To be honest, Xia Xiuze smiled almost exactly the same as Xia Xiqing, and Zhou Ziheng almost overlapped their faces.

If Xia Xiqing smiled at him like this, she would call herself...

"Brother Ziheng?"

The strange fantasy that emerged in his mind was distorted by Zhou Ziheng's reason. He looked at Xia Xiuze in a panic, "What's wrong?"

"No," Xia Xiuze knelt on the carpet, moved to Zhou Ziheng bit by bit, and looked up at him with a smile, "I just want to ask you, can you cook?"

When Zhou Ziheng walked to the kitchen, Xia Xiqing stood in front of the induction cooker holding a mobile phone. Before he could walk in, Zhou Ziheng asked about a smell. He immediately took a few steps forward and turned off the induction cooker.

"What are you doing?"

"Do you want to poison us?" Zhou Ziheng glanced at the black unknown object in the pot, "What is this?"

"Fried eggs." Xia Xiqing naturally followed Zhou Ziheng's gaze and looked into the pot, "Can't you see it?"

Zhou Ziheng sighed, rolled up his sleeves, took the pan and poured the "fried egg" into the trash can, and washed the pan, "I'd better do it, I don't want to be the headlines of social news because of food poisoning."

"I think I don't want someone to find something wrong in my house." Xia Xiqing shrugged, leaned his back on the liu platform with a smile, took off his apron and threw it aside, lighted the marble table with his fingers, "Tsk, it's related to people like me..."

His ending sound was as usual, dragging lightly and long, like flirting, and it didn't matter if he habitually teased himself.

"sorry."

Xia Xiqing was stunned for a moment, and even stopped his finger movements.

While pouring oil into the pot, Zhou Ziheng spoke to himself, "I was wrong just now, I apologized to me. I shouldn't always look with tinted glasses and use inherent prejudice to judge everything. Doing this is irrational and unfair." He held the egg in one hand and smashed it with the pan. The sound of fried eggs made the kitchen even more silent. Zhou Ziheng was also very nervous. He didn't know whether his apology was sincere, nor did he know what Xia Xiqing was thinking when he was silent.

"I..."/"Why do you want to apologize?"

The two of them spoke at the same time and ended in embarrassment at the same time.

"I just want to apologize," Zhou Ziheng put the fried eggs on a plate. "I misunderstood that it is me, but if I am wrong, I should apologize. I will not slander you without evidence in the future."

"Evidence?" Xia Xiqing suddenly laughed, "Why, are you still thinking about catching a villain in bed for a day?"

Zhou Ziheng choked suddenly. His meaning was once again misinterpreted by Xia Xiqing. He was thinking of the appropriate wording to explain. Xia Xiqing spoke once, his tone was cold, "There is no need to apologize. I am the kind of person you are talking about. This time it was an accident, not the norm."

Xia Xiqing is a person who likes to think about words repeatedly. After all, lies and scams need time to weave. But he almost blurted out these words. Before his brain could react, after he heard Zhou Ziheng's apology.

Care and sorry is that he has never felt anything that makes him fragile, lose his composure, and deviate from his route, but Zhou Ziheng is filled with these things, as if he is a natural enemy who controls all his weaknesses.
To be continued...