"I understand." Song Nian took the settlement back and stood up from the sofa. When she looked up again, she regained the confident smile that an actress should have. "I struggled for a long time before I came here today. But I don't regret it."

After Song Nian left, Zhou Ziheng immediately called Jiang Yin.

"Sister-in-law, help me check Song Nian's team. I want to know which investors they are currently in contact with." Thinking about what Song Nian said before, Zhou Ziheng said again, "Also, if the media recently exposed Xia Xiqing's private life, please help me with it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Xiqing pushed the door open and said, "Why is Xiao Luo standing outside..."

Seeing this, Zhou Ziheng hung up the phone.

"I bought these foods at that time." Xia Xiqing sat down, cut a small piece of cake with a fork and stuffed it into her mouth, "I'm really a little hungry."

Zhou Ziheng sat next to him with a smile, and silently took his left hand without saying anything.

The two of them rested for a while in the lounge and were about to leave the TV station. Xia Xiqing's cell phone rang again, he hung up, turned his face and said to Zhou Ziheng, "I have something important to deal with, so go home first."

Zhou Ziheng nodded, his mind full of what Song Nian said before. If he had been with Xia Xiqing in his state, would he definitely find out?

"It just so happens that I have to go to the company, too."

The two of them acted separately. A large group of fans surrounded the TV station. After finally waiting for the idol, Zhou Ziheng appeared.

"Why did Hengheng come down alone?"

"Yes, where is Brother Xi Qing?"

Zhou Ziheng got into the car with a smile, "Brother Xi Qing has it in advance." On the car door, he waved inside as a farewell to his fans.

After returning to the company, Zhou Ziheng went straight to Jiang Yin's office. Jiang Yin, who had just finished the conference call, came back from the conference room and saw Zhou Ziheng, and he knew the seriousness of the situation.

"Since Song Nian said that, she must have listened to the news." Zhou Ziheng sorted out his thoughts, "She doesn't have a backstage, and her previous film appointments were not very good, which means that at least there was no financial support behind Song Nian before, or that her financial support was not very capable."

He said to Jiang Yin, "There are people in the media, but the explosive voice of exposing the sexual orientation of popular actors has not even been heard, but Song Nian knew about it."

Jiang Yin crossed her fingers and pressed her under her chin, "What if she was lying?"

"I thought about this when she said it. First, she expressed her expression very sincerely, and secondly, he really didn't need it." Zhou Ziheng breathed a sigh of relief. "If she just wanted to use the matter between me and Xia Xiqing to deceive me into becoming a contract couple, she could directly threaten it. Moreover, this practice is really unsafe. If I sign a contract with her, there will be no sexual news in the future, and what she said will be automatically exposed. Such stupid things are not something that can be done by myself."

"So," Zhou Ziheng said his own guess, "I think the only reasonable possibility of Song Nian's news about this matter is that the initiator of the attempt to create this riot is the same person as the one who attempted to support Song Nian. Song Nian should have accidentally learned about the news at the dinner party or other times, and then came to tell me."

Although she knew that her brother-in-law was smart, Jiang Yin was still a little unexpected this time. He originally thought that Zhou Ziheng would be blinded by feelings whenever he met Xia Xiqing. This was something she had always worried about, but his meticulous thinking forced Jiang Yin to admit that he was indeed a little Zhou Ziheng.

"I will ask someone to investigate this. If Song Nian really said, there will be some movement in the past two days, and maybe my investigation will not be too late."

Zhou Ziheng frowned and thought, and was silent for a second before speaking, "I have an idea."

“ Say.”

"What happened artificially has always been a reasonable motive. If the reporter took photos of me and Xia Xiqing, they put them for the benefit of the matter, so before the photos and videos are actually leaked, they will definitely contact the parties. If the parties are willing to spend a lot of money to buy these evidence, their purpose will be achieved. But now no one has contacted them."

"It means that this matter was not discovered by the media first." Jiang Yin quickly understood what Zhou Ziheng meant, "If any media really did film, they should contact us as soon as possible, not to give other investors, so..."

Zhou Ziheng spoke confidently, "So there is no media filming at all, it's just someone who knows the inside story interferes with it."

The scope was shortened suddenly, and Zhou Ziheng had already confirmed the suspect who was causing trouble.

"Wei Min, this scumbag, will never repent." Zhou Ziheng clenched his fists tightly, "I should have beaten him to death at the beginning."

"Don't act rashly." Jiang Yin thought about the way out, "If the matter was the same as we analyzed, the media should not have the real test of Xia Xiqing, so it would be easier to do. I will check if Wei Min has a relationship with Song Nian's team recently." After that, Jiang Yin began to call one by one.

When he thought about it again, Zhou Ziheng hesitated again. If Wei Min was really the mastermind behind the scenes, how could he dare to touch him?

In an instant, Song Nian's words emerged again.

[The second son of the Zhou family dares to move, but did you think about Xia Xiqing? In the entertainment industry, money is not considered as, but powerful people have the Golden Bell cover.]

Jiang Yin has been struggling in the circle for too many years, and her eyeliners are endless.

"Don't worry, help me this time. If I want to find me next time, I, Jiang Yin, will never refuse." As my sister-in-law smiled and hung up the phone, the smile on her face instantly switched to a cold expression, and Zhou Ziheng understood.

"Wei Min really wanted to support Song Nian recently, and she didn't lie."

After hearing Jiang Yin's words, Zhou Ziheng stood up directly.

"No need to find him now." Jiang Yinli shouted, "Since Wei Min dares to mess with them, he must have been prepared. He must have held a grudge in his heart for a long time when he beat him last time. If he now installs reporters and gets excited, the people who make headlines will be the ones who make the headlines at that time."

"I didn't want to find him." Zhou Ziheng turned his body, "I want to find Xia Xiqing."

Jiang Yin sighed, "Xia Xiqing is a troublesome here. Although he is Xia Yunkai's son, online public opinion cannot be suppressed by money, and sometimes power cannot be suppressed."

Zhou Ziheng didn't say anything, thinking about countermeasures.

"I will contact Wei Min on behalf of him, are there any conditions for compromise?"

When Zhou Ziheng thought about compromising with people like Wei Min, he felt disgusted. But he didn't want Xia Xiqing to be hurt.

After a long silence, Zhou Ziheng whispered thanks and left Jiang Yin's office.

It was already eleven o'clock in the evening when he returned home. Zhou Ziheng rang the doorbell opposite and no one responded. He turned on his phone and found that he had received news from Xia Xiqing.

[Little Rose: There is something important today, I may come back very late. Go to go to bed first, isn’t there any advertisement shooting tomorrow? Good night.]

Zhou Ziheng doesn't ask Xia Xiqing about his work on weekdays. He seems to have become busy recently and often doesn't want to go home.

It was about to have a birthday. In the past, as long as it was not a crew, Zhou Ziheng would be called back to the mountain by his parents, but this was his first birthday after being with Xia Xiqing. Zhou Ziheng wanted to spend time with him no matter what.

I fell asleep unknowingly and fell into a deep dream.

In the dream, Xia Xiqing pushed a huge cake toward him.

He hugged his neck as usual, smiled rascally, and kissed him.

This dream is a bit real. Zhou Ziheng, who is immersed in the dream, can almost feel the touch of the kiss without any error. It is long and moist, carrying the familiar fragrance of Xia Xiqing.

"Why are you sleeping so hard..."

Zhou Ziheng frowned and opened his eyes with great difficulty, and saw Xia Xiqing's beautiful peach blossom eyes.

"Awaken?" Xia Xiqing, who was lying on him, smiled like a successful little fox, lowered her head and kissed his lips hard, "I've had such a dream, I don't want to wake up."

Zhou Ziheng rubbed his eyes, hugged Xia Xiqing's waist, buried his head in his neck, "I'm dreaming." Xia Xiqing was still wearing yesterday's clothes, and the perfume smell on her body had already shown a warm back tune.

He didn't come back all night.

"How come you act like a child?" Xia Xiqing touched Zhou Ziheng's head, then turned over and fell asleep next to Zhou Ziheng, and sighed tiredly, "I'm so tired, hug me."

Zhou Ziheng took him into his arms and rubbed Xia Xiqing's hair. The two of them didn't say anything, and each kept their worries in the warm quilt.

Xia Xiqing's breathing gradually calmed down. Zhou Ziheng let go of him gently, lying on his side and staring at him quietly, as if he was staring at his most cherished work of art.

I thought Wei Min would be moving, but Zhou Ziheng was a little uneasy during the filming of the advertisement, but what he didn't expect was that he had been waiting all day, and there was no turmoil on the Internet, and he got points for peace. Various fan postscripts and videos that had recorded the program were circulating wildly online. In addition, Zhou Ziheng's birthday is approaching recently, and the popularity of self-study CP online is high.

After the commercial was finished, Zhou Ziheng returned home and found that Xia Xiqing was still not at home. He called and heard that the other end seemed to be very busy.

"Okay, I'll go right away." Xia Xiqing leaned closer to the microphone again, "Ziheng, I may not be able to go back tonight, so let's take a break first."

"That……"

So, will you come back tomorrow?

Xia Xiqing on the other end of the phone seemed to be overwhelmed with her microphone halfway, "Don't put this here, wait a moment, wait a moment."

After all, I can't ask and don't want to be as willful as a child.

"Let's be busy." Zhou Ziheng smiled and told, "Don't be too ruthless. If you have any questions, you must call me."

The phone hung up too quickly, and even Xia Xiqing on the other end was stunned.

At twelve o'clock in the morning, the artist director Xu, who had worked with him, posted birthday congratulations on Weibo. Zhou Ziheng was not in the mood to return, and pretended to be unlucky on his head.

Sleepless all night. The next morning, Luo Luo led his father's driver to pick him up, but Zhou Ziheng had no choice but to get in the car.

"Mrs. Says you have made a big table of dishes for you," the driver was in good spirits. He chatted with Zhou Ziheng when he started the car, "The eldest young master will come back later."

"Isn't he?" Zhou Ziheng looked out the window, feeling disgusted.

"The plane landed at three o'clock, and I will pick it up when I go."

It was originally supposed to celebrate with your parents with your family. Zhou Ziheng has always been a filial child, but now he is thinking about Xia Xiqing, but in fact he has no mood to celebrate. In any case, he still has to tell him.

When I opened WeChat, there was still no movement in Xia Xiqing's message column. Zhou Ziheng thought about the wording and edited the word.

[I'm going back to my dad's birthday today, …]

He deleted one word by one and typing a line again.

[I may have to go back to my dad's side today, but I don't have to come back to the apartment at night.]

I wanted to give a few more words, but I felt so upset that I even felt my fingers stagnated.

"Why is this big truck?" Xiao Luo's car window lowered, "Is anyone going to move?"

The driver also honked the horn, which caused Zhou Ziheng to raise his head.

"Hey, please drive quickly, don't block the door." The driver rolled down the window and said to the other end, and the other party bowed repeatedly, "Drive now, drive now."

Through the car window, Zhou Ziheng vaguely saw a picture frame in the container that closed the door.

He lifted up the window and saw a man's face vaguely on the painting.

My heart suddenly became panicked, as if I was struck by lightning without warning.

Could it be that Xia Xiqing wants to move? What he has been busy with this day is moving?

Even though he knew that this kind of random thoughts was not good, Zhou Ziheng just couldn't control himself. After entering the tunnel, the heavy shadow that had been brewing in the narrow corridor for too long suddenly covered Zhou Ziheng's face, which was dark and had no light. He thought about the way for Xia Xiqing and his affairs every day, but he ignored the important point.

Is Xia Xiqing like him?

He took it too seriously. Xia Xiqing said that he was not in the probation period. Love during the probation period can be abandoned at any time, and he is the only one who takes it seriously.

Crossing the tunnel, the lack of fire in autumn appeared again, illuminating every corner of the narrow space. Zhou Ziheng sent the edited information, and the phone ran out of battery and automatically.

God's will. Zhou Ziheng pressed down the brim of his hat, but no one wanted to pay attention to it.

When he returned home, Zhou Ziheng barely pretended to be happy and smiled at the dinner table. His mother kept asking him about the situation of filming in other places. Zhou Ziheng was perfunctory and pretended to be in trouble, and he couldn't be happy no matter how he was. Zhou Zijing and Jiang Yin came back during dinner.

Jiang Yin took off her coat and handed it to the servant, said to her parents that she was kind to Zhou Ziheng, and lowered her voice and said, "Xia Xiqing just said that she would not answer his phone. I would also call her. "

"I forgot to charge," Zhou Ziheng only charged his phone at this time. When he heard Jiang Yin say that Xia Xiqing just now, he felt a little revived illusion in his heart, "Have he said?"

"Didn't you say that? Just let me say something to me and call him back if you have time." Jiang Yin put a small piece of cantaloupe into his mouth from the tea fruit plate, took his own cell phone, lowered his head halfway and said casually, "He seems to be quite busy, and he can't speak clearly on the phone."

Zhou Ziheng nodded and waited for his phone to turn on.

As soon as the screen lights up, before I can call him back, I heard Jiang Yin sitting beside him speak, "Oh no."

"What's wrong?" Zhou Ziheng turned his face and saw that Jiang Yin had already stood up. "Sister Hong, help me take my coat." She lowered her head and shook her head at Zhou Ziheng, "I thought Wei Min had given up after not moving these two days. It's really, I didn't expect it."

Jiang Yin's words suddenly woke Zhou Ziheng up, and he immediately logged into Weibo. The first line on the hot search list was clearly written with a line.

[The young and handsome guy surnamed x is suspected to be sexually lesbian]

The first Weibo post is a marketing account. The text content does not specify a name, but every sentence can correspond to Xia Xiqing.

[@Gosh Headlines: The most popular pair of male CPs in the entertainment industry now - the popular male actor x became a famous overnight "artist" and is enviable. However, according to insiders, this young man named X is a lesbian and once had a very sexy partner. I wonder what other male star who hyped him about this matter would think about this?]

Zhou Ziheng clenched his fists tightly, and his joints turned white.

"I'm going back to the company right now, I'll deal with this matter," Jiang Yinfeng put on his coat, "Zhou Ziheng is not allowed to go anywhere, just wait for me at home."

Xi Hui took a bus to the site of the Pulito Art Museum. This art museum was originally a four-story garden villa. It was bought by Xia Xiqing and designed it himself as a venue for Pulito.

"Why are you so awesome?" Although he had long estimated the show on the day of the opening of the art museum, Xi Hui was suspicious and ordered the driver, "Go to find out below and find out if something happened."

"yes."

After waiting for the driver, Xi Hui called Xia Xiqing, but the other party kept talking and could not get through.

The driver came back soon, "Mr. Xi, there are entertainment reporters outside, it seems...it seems to be because of Young Master Xia's private life..."

Xi Hui frowned.

"No," he sighed and called another person, "bring a bunch of people here, I'll give me the address."

Xia Xiqing didn't think about it. Less than half an hour before his opening dinner was surrounded by a large group of reporters outside. He didn't even know the reason why these reporters came, and his assistant gave him the hot discussions online.

The Weibo post that exposed his sexual orientation has now been reposted 20,000 yuan.

Seeing that the guests were talking outside, Xia Xiqing was confused, but he also pretended to be calm and composed. He adjusted his own tie, held the microphone in the emcee's hand, and spoke in front of the main collection in the lobby on the first floor. "I guess everyone must be confused, because there will be such a reporter outside."

Xia Xiqing had a gentlemanly smile on his face, "This art museum has been open for fifteen years. Every detail in the museum was completed by me personally, including the selection of guests. So today, everyone in the venue is all the art masters in my mind, and the collectors are people I respect very much."

"The charm of art comes from tolerance and emotional resonance. My creation has always adhered to these two points, so here, I would like to explain to you that, like Xu's well-known people in the art world, I am also a member of LGBT."

As the guests below, Xia Xiqing raised an eyebrow, "I thought my personal sexual orientation would not be subject to harsh criticism in the art world, right?"

After saying this, the venue suddenly became quiet. With this big hat, no one dared to say a word again. Even those jokes that broke the news online at the beginning were unwilling to be charged with "discrimination" and "unfreedom".

"Thank you for your understanding and respect. So please continue to visit our museum. The first, second and third floors have been opened, and the fourth floor has not been completed. The staff will lead you. Please enjoy." Xia Xiqing smiled impeccably and said enjoy. Return the microphone to the staff.

"It is not allowed to go up the fourth floor. If anyone makes trouble, please go immediately." Xia Xiqing instructed a few words, picked up a glass of champagne and drank it all.

The current situation is still controllable, but if Zhou Ziheng comes, it will be done.

Xia Xiqing took an invitation from his inner pocket that he couldn't deliver, and put it back.

"Call Zhou Ziheng's assistant and tell him to be good at Zhou Ziheng and don't come to me."

This kind of scene is a dead end. Xia Xiqing knew that Jiang Yin would definitely help him, but if he just suppressed the hot searches and similar revelations, it would only backfire.

As the sky gradually darkened, a sound suddenly came from outside. Xia Xiqing, who was standing on the second floor floor, went downstairs, and a group of people wearing bodyguard uniforms drove the reporters outside the door. From a distance, he was trying to get Xi Hui's car.

The carefully planned opening was disrupted by the muddy water. Xia Xiqing was very annoyed and his anger stopped like a tide. When the tide faded, a huge sense of loss wrapped him up.

As the night approached, guests left one after another, and even the staff left after get off work. Xia Xiqing sat at the door of the fourth floor, smoking cigarettes one by one.

He was not worried at all that his sexual orientation would be exposed. According to his previous style, it would be a matter of time before these things were exposed, but he was unwilling to implicate Zhou Ziheng, and he was unwilling to be exposed on this day.

He smoked a pack of cigarettes on his body cleanly, and Xia Xiqing lowered his head and glanced at his watch.

Twelve points spread ten.

He has never been as lost as he is now.

Step by step, Xia Xiqing finally understood the feeling of loving someone. It was not the endless sweetness of love when surrounded by love, but when he discovered that everything he did for him turned into futility, he felt lost in that moment.

The empty art gallery is filled with collections, which are priceless and extremely precious, but in his eyes, it is not lifeless objects, piled up in this magnificent building.

He turned around and closed the door, ready to take the end of his stupidity and persistence to the end of the day, but suddenly a voice came from behind him.

"Xi Qing."

Xia Xiqing turned around in disbelief and saw a man who had just gotten out of the rental car panting. He wore all his hat and masks, and covered himself tightly.

"Ziheng?, why did  come." He was still scared and pulled Zhou Ziheng into the art museum. Zhou Ziheng took off his mask, smiled and explained with a breath, "I, I was at home by my brother. I just found an opportunity to climb over the wall and came back to the apartment. I didn't. I heard about this place and wanted to try it, No.

With the thin sweat on his forehead, Xia Xiqing suddenly seemed to have lost his verbal ability and could not say a word. He turned around and glanced at the antique clock hanging in the hall.

The pointer has not rotated to the end point.

Fortunately, it's still time.

Grasping Zhou Ziheng's wrist, Xia Xiqing pulled him up to the fourth floor and opened the door on the fourth floor. Zhou Ziheng was full of doubts, but he still paid attention to the full of cigarette butts on the ground.

"Do you pull me up and have sex?"

Xia Xiqing opened the door to the fourth floor.

"Happy birthday."

The moment the door was completely opened, Zhou Ziheng was stunned. The entire floor was filled with countless paintings, either watercolors or oil paintings, and the only thing that was similar was the person in the painting.

Each one is itself.

"I painted this for you. There are 99 paintings in total. Since I was young, I have appeared. Fortunately, I am a child star, otherwise I really can't record what I have always looked like."

Zhou Ziheng couldn't help but think that on the night when he took him to the shooting range, Xia Xiqing pointed at the gun in his chest and his temporary jokes.

[Buy all the paintings that Xia Xiqing painted for me and use them for me to bury them.]

Xia Xiqing moved forward alone, stopping in front of an exhibit taller than him, covering it with a layer of black silk, and a delicate light shining under the dazzling crystal lamp.

"This is also done for ." Xia Xiqing raised his hand and gently pulled off the silk.

In front of him, an extremely white plaster sculpture appeared. It was a tall man with his face facing forward, as if he was looking at it. A smile appeared on his three-dimensional facial features, as good as the classical sculpture of ancient Greek.

He held a rose in his hand, gentle and full of power.

"Happy birthday." Xia Xiqing came to him, "I'm sorry, I messed up my birthday." He finally took a dark blue invitation from his pocket, and the stamps on it were all a rose.

"I've been in a good night. I originally thought about the invitation today, and I'm holding this hand in hand, but I didn't expect that it would be... another trouble." Xia Xiqing lowered her eyes and her eyelashes trembled slightly, "Happy birthday. My surprise is really bad."

It turned out that he had not forgotten his birthday.

"I specially chose to open today. This art museum was named after my mother. I want him to be reborn on this day of birthday."

In the last second of October 20, he received the gift he wanted most.

Zhou Ziheng opened the invitation in a daze, and a handwritten letter fell inside.

[I gave my own core that I tried to preserve - the core of not making words and sentences, not trading with dreams, not being touched by time, joy and adversity.

I gave me the memory of a yellow rose one evening before my lifetime.

I give the interpretation of life, my own theory, and the real and amazing existence.

I give my loneliness, my darkness, my heart hunger.
Chapter completed!