How could Xia Xiqing refuse to elope?

But in his heart, the initiator of the elopement should be himself. Forget it, let's go with some small details. Xia Xiqing didn't send it. When he met Zhou Ziheng, even his younger brother automatically became small details that could go with him. It was because he followed him, and there was no reason.

"Drive your car, 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 asked him to change 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."

"It's like, I've been disgusting that car for a long time." Xia Xiqing smiled. Zhou Ziheng lowered the window. He gave his car keys to Xiao Luo. Seeing that Xiao Luo was nervous, Xia Xiqing lay on the 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 watch the two young masters drive away.

Xia Xiqing was not curious about Zhou Ziheng's family background in the past. Fan circles were so popular. Stars from middle-class families could be praised as rich second generations, and those from rich second generations were even more popular. There was a public office in the family who blew into several generations. People in the circle of serious rich second generations had no interest in a water-containing background.

But he was increasingly thinking 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. It is considered the high-end apartment. Zhou Ziheng has a status, or he has so much money accumulated. For Xia Xiqing, apart from material things, Zhou Ziheng's personality and concepts simply reflect a perfect family, happy and fulfilling, and has great freedom to respect.

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, still looked ahead, "I'm still complaining about the aesthetics of this? Or do you think your Cayenne is not at all sexy."

"You are right, that's the most low-key car." Xia Xiqing smiled, "Daily car. Give you an example, officelady," he pointed to a white-collar worker who was carrying a black commuter bag walking past, "That car is a black commuter bag, which is daily, capable of installing and durable."

Zhou Ziheng frowned, with a funny expression on his face. He quickly peeled a raspberry-flavored lollipop into his mouth and stepped on the accelerator while taking advantage of the tail of the red light.

Xia Xiqing's index finger held the drawstring on Zhou Ziheng's hooded sweatshirt and wrapped it around, "If she went to a nightclub, she would definitely not carry a bag. It's like a real slutty car is 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 a kind of pornographic joke, he was very good.

"Don't be excited." Xia Xiqing shrugged with regret. "Due to the special nature of his career, there is probably no possibility for them to try."

Zhou Ziheng held a lollipop in his mouth, turned his face and raised his right eyebrow at him, "Do you like 'driving'? If you go down, you can drive it yourself?"

"That won't work, at least two people drive." Xia Xiqing patted his face and grabbed the lollipop's stick. Zhou Ziheng was still holding the steering wheel in his hand, and did not dare to joke with him, so he snatched the lollipop away.

"Um... it's too sweet." Xia Xiqing put a lollipop in her mouth and spoke in a vague manner. Zhou Ziheng looked at the traffic ahead, but his mind was in vain. That morning, Xia Xiqing lay on his shoulder and gasped.

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

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

[ Let's go first, please help me eat the cake. I will take you out to play in two days and have a re-lease of it for you to have it alone. Happy birthday.]

Once again, he took Xia Xiuze's second reply.

[Brother, do you think your birthday is really worth remembering? I mean, does anyone really feel happy when they are born?]

One was withdrawn again, 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.

[It was very annoying at first, and to be honest, it was annoying.]

[However, in the sense that you were born and become your younger brother is the only thing in the family that makes you feel happy.]

He also said, "No reply is allowed", but he called half of the voice call, which scared Xia Xiqing so much that he trembled and pressed it as a speakerphone.

"Wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu..."

Xia Xiuze’s confession of ghost crying and wolf howling was so shocking that it was a few times.

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 also very cute."

The hand holding the steering wheel suddenly became a little sweaty. Zhou Ziheng pursed his lips and looked ahead calmly. The touched ears were already so hot that they were not so good.

He seemed to have to say to himself a million times [they were not in love] to dispel his overly sweet illusion. He was even there. Is it just a momentary emotional fluctuation that caused some chemical reactions? After all, it is so simple for people who are ambiguous.

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

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

Xia Xiqing browsed his Weibo for a while and posted his own comments. He had completely deviated. Almost all 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 it? You don't want to rape and kill first and then kill, and throw away the corpse in the wilderness."

Zhou Ziheng said seriously: "Do you know what role you are trying the most?"

"Abnormal." Xia Xiqing answered in seconds.

"Abnormal murderer."

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

"Did you just post it?"

Xia Xiqing curled his lips and finally found out that the building was 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 it? Didn't you say you took a private plane to the uninhabited island."

Zhou Ziheng blanched Xia Xiqing with his aggressive eyes. He quickly stopped the car at the door, "Do you think you act?"

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

He murmured in his heart, and saw Zhou Ziheng drive the car and send a guard door, lower the window and greet 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 turned back to Zhou Ziheng, "Friend?"

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

Xia Xiqing is not a military family. There has always been a saying in the fan circle, but no one knows what level it 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 raised his hair and the stars around him 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 on the car with me." After saying that, he took the Warrior Jeep and carried them on. He didn't chat with Zhou Ziheng much. He said more and went back to see your parents. He put them down at the training ground and threw a bunch of keys at Zhou Ziheng, "You have played enough and you'll be welcomed out."

Zhou Ziheng took the key, responded, and took Xia Xiqing into a building that looked ordinary.

"You can tell where  is."

"The place where paparazzi dare not approach." Zhou Ziheng took him to the door of a number writing 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. It stood straight in the distance with a row of targets, which was so beautiful.

"Is it... 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 decoded, you are right." Zhou Ziheng pulled him to the instrument room, which was filled with guns and weapons of various types.

"All these are live ammunition?" Xia Xiqing was a little afraid to believe it.

"If the army is not open to the public, the military training is of course live ammunition." Zhou Ziheng picked up the imported aug ·方日本·方日本·方日本·方日, and carried a 8.8 · sniper ·方日本·方日本·方日本·方日本·方日本·方日本·方日本·方日本·方日本·方日本·方日本·方日本·方日本·方日本·方日本·方日本·方日本

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

Weapons are naturally attractive to men. Xia Xiqing had at most touched ordinary-level hand and guns abroad, but he was just playing around. He had never pulled the trigger. Suddenly, 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, put on 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.

How could  have such a good vision? Xia Xiqing sighed repeatedly, which was amazing.

"The sound will be 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, used his lips to make up for the tone of Zhou Ziheng's words.

"Look at the handsome guy."

Zhou Ziheng suddenly became bad, licked his lips, and glanced at the eyes under the orange goggles, and then 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, "When you are under a lot of pressure, I will vent it."

"Compare?" Xia Xiqing couldn't tell 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, he asked when he had brought people 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?

"What did you come last week? Relieve the pressure on the exam?"
To be continued...