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's eyes turned lazily to the wrist that Zhou Ziheng held, glanced at him again, 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 the feeling of making Zhou Ziheng angry and using a sense of morality to bind him who was almost angry. He was like a little tiger, with a fierce and fierce breast, and he was so angry that he was furious that he was furious with a few teasings. Then he covered him with a delicate and beautiful cage, watching him go crazy inside and unable to do anything. If this continues, there are only two consequences, taming him or being swallowed by him.

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

"Do you think we are quite destined to be together?" Xia Xiqing rubbed his wrist that Zhou Ziheng had just held, "Why did you become a neighbor? In advance, I really don't know that you 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 view.

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.

"Seeing what you said, do you have to ask you for advice 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.

Seeing that Zhou Ziheng didn't speak, Xia Xiqing continued, "So... don't be surprised if you hear anything you shouldn't hear." He put the broken hairs scattered on his cheeks behind his ears, "But such an expensive house should have good sound insulation."

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 once again showed a disgusting expression. Suddenly, he saw the crack in the door behind Xia Xiqing opened a little bit, and he slid his head on the crack in the door, which was clearly the child who had just entered. His brows were deeper, and he took out the mask from his windbreaker pocket to turn around and leave.

After dinner, he called Xiao Luo and asked him to call the moving company, move today and move out 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, "You should let go."

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

This kid screamed smoothly with brother Ziheng. Xia Xiqing rolled his eyes and walked up to grab Xia Xiuze's arm, "What are you trying to get?"

Even when his brother came forward, Xia Xiuze still held Zhou Ziheng unyieldingly and refused to let him go, "What do you think?"

"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, "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?" You guys are so smart, you can sell your brother one by one.

"Ouch." Xia Xiuze showed a grievanced face, and his butt fell down and hid 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 the breath that had been hanging before seemed to suddenly relax.

The anger just now ejaculated, but a feeling of guilt surged in my heart. I just now decided that the child was his little lover without saying anything. It was a misunderstanding based on prejudice. 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 are you doing? Are you itchy in your skin?"

"Don't do it, don't do it, it's all a family." Zhou Ziheng and the playboy were blocking the front like a chicken catching a chicken, and persuaded him to make peace helplessly.

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

Seeing that his brother went in, Xia Xiuze let go of Zhou Ziheng and put his hands together to make a request, "Brother Ziheng, I really like you very much. The one you played, 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 the female classmate in the class.

Zhou Ziheng stared at the boy in front of him, thinking, could he be really my fan? Thinking again, Xia Xiqing himself is a famous painter in the fan circle, and it seems reasonable that his younger brother is 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 large sofa in Xia Xiqing's living room, 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 are in your family?"

"What is your brother doing? Where is your dad?"

"What about your mom? Are your mom and dad good relationship?"

"How often do you go home?"

"How many relationships have you ever had?"

"You..." 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 saw that it was his brother who was smiling and not smiling.

"Die me."

"Oh." Xia Xiuze pursed his lips in disappointment, rolled and crawled up from the sofa, 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 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 you 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 you that I like him?"

Xia Xiuze rubbed his head aggrievedly, "But...I really feel...Brother, you have painted a lot of his portraits, and you are not angry if he misunderstood you just now..."

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, "You don't get 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.

Zhou Ziheng, sitting alone on the sofa, was embarrassed and bored, and could only turn his head to look at the house. There were only two households 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 studied art, 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 turned around and saw him lying on one end of the sofa, looking 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 little by little, and looked up at him with a smile, "I just wanted to ask you, do you know how to 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 fire of 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 you don't want to be discovered that something happened in my house." Xia Xiqing shrugged, leaned his back on the liu platform with a smile, took off his apron on the body and threw it aside, lighted the marble table with his fingers, "Tsk, it's related to people like me..."

His tail sound was as usual, dragging lightly and long as it was 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 apologize to you. I shouldn't always look at you with tinted glasses. I should use inherent prejudice to judge everything you do. It is irrational and unfair to do this." 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 you are my fault. If you make a mistake, you should apologize. I will not slander you without evidence in the future."

"Evidence?" Xia Xiqing suddenly laughed, "Why, are you still thinking about the day when you will catch a villain in bed?"

Zhou Ziheng choked suddenly, his meaning was misinterpreted by Xia Xiqing again. Just as he was thinking of the appropriate wording to explain, Xia Xiqing spoke again, in a cold tone, "You don't 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 apologize are things he has never felt before, making him vulnerable, lose his composure, and deviate from his route, but Zhou Ziheng was filled with these things, as if he was a natural enemy who controlled all his weaknesses.
To be continued...