It happened that my father took the leave of absence these two days, and he educated him with family precepts every day. Every time he went family style and national style, he summed up it up and forced Zhou Ziheng to apologize to the victim Wei Min.

"Tell me, I usually ask you to train with the people on the team and practice fighting and legs. Is it for you to hit people? Ah? I can help you when you encounter unfairness on the road."

Zhou Ziheng knelt on the ground depressedly, "I can only meet fans on the road, but I can't meet unfairness..."

"Hey, you are still quarrel with me! It's wrong for you to hit someone. I have to pull you over and apologize to someone. Zijing, you drive him there."

Zhou Zijing had just hung up the conference call and got down from the upper floor. When he heard Lao Zhou say this, he turned around and pretended not to see anything and walked upstairs.

"I don't apologize, Dad, he really deserves a beating. Not only do I want to hit him, I can't even want to..."

Old Zhou kicked Zhou Ziheng in the waist, "How do you want to do it? I think you want to piss me to death."

"He's really not a good person!"

On the third day, Zhou Ziheng, who was in confinement and jumping rope at home, listened to the TV news and suddenly heard a familiar name. Without saying a word, he threw the rope straight to Lao Zhou's room, waking Lao Zhou who was having lunch break.

"Dad! Look! I just said that Wei Min is not a good person, and he is evading tax by 100 million! Do you think such a person should be beaten?"

Old Zhou squinted his eyes and looked at the TV. It was really Wei Min's company that was investigated, "One hundred million? How can this happen like this?"

"Yes! How could it be so bad? I think I should have beaten him to death that day." Zhou Ziheng said gritting his teeth.

"Oh, the young people nowadays... are impetuous."

The apology finally passed, and I felt a little relieved. Unexpectedly, when Xiao Luo came, he mentioned it casually. Only then did Zhou Ziheng realize that the photo of Shang Sirui and Xia Xiqing was taken out on Weibo to stir up the cold rice. That day, Xia Xiqing provoked him and deliberately acted intimately with Shang Sirui, which made him delete the photo of himself and Xia Xiqing in anger.

Who knew that that night, Xia Xiqing was drunk and cried in his arms all night. Zhou Ziheng felt pitiful and distressed, so he turned around and secretly recovered the photo. He wanted to send it out, but hesitated for a long time, but in the end he still didn't send it, so he let it lie quietly in his paper box and didn't care about it anymore.

"Little Luo, you must send it to me, don't forget."

"Why."

"Just... just promote the show!"

The backyard was so hot that Zhou Ziheng didn't even have a phone to post on Weibo, so he was so angry that he couldn't eat a fat-loss meal. He boredly supported his chin with his hands, held a fork in his hand and looked at it blankly.

"This is what Xia Xiqing doesn't like to eat the most, and he doesn't even have chopsticks." He muttered to himself, and stuffed the broccoli into his mouth. The more he chewed, the less he felt.

"He doesn't like carrots either..."

"Celery, you will spit it out when you eat it..."

Zhou Ziheng looked at a plate of vegetables and looked up at the ceiling irritably.

Why is Xia Xiqing so picky about food?

When he was not here, Xia Xiqing must have run out to drink again. Maybe he was still stumbling with some people who were so beautiful, and who would have unreasonable thoughts when he saw him. Now he was locked up, who would protect him?

The more I think about it, the more annoying I get.

Suddenly, something was hit on the window. Zhou Ziheng glanced at it with his head on his side, but saw nothing, and looked at the ceiling with a sad face.

Bang--

Another sound.

Who, which naughty kid?

Zhou Ziheng stood up, and the balcony door was locked from outside. He couldn't push it open. He could only stand on the glass door and glance at the balcony, and there was nothing.

It was so scary. Zhou Ziheng had goose bumps. He brushed the floor curtains on both sides of the glass door twice, feeling that he was probably thinking about Xia Xiqing crazy, so he decided to take a shower and calm down first.

When he came out with a bath towel after taking a shower, he found that there was a faint shadow of a person outside the curtain, squatting on the balcony and sneakingly. Zhou Ziheng made a walk around the bedroom, carrying a baseball bat near the glass door of the balcony.

The shadows formed a cluster and gathered in the middle of the double-open glass door.

Zhou Ziheng held his breath and walked to the front, holding a ball stick in one hand and grabbing one side of the curtain with the other.

A brush sound.

Zhou Ziheng was stunned.

Xia Xiqing, whom he was thinking about, actually half-kneeled on the wooden floor of the balcony, holding the door lock in his hand. He seemed to be startled, looking at himself standing behind the glass door, holding a rose that had just stolen from Zhou Ziheng's garden in his mouth, and also with the dew from the night.

The baseball bat in his hand fell out of fear.

"You...why are you here?"

Through a door, Xia Xiqing couldn't hear his murmurs clearly, but he could probably guess. He stood up, pinned the rose to his ear, sniffed at the glass door, and wrote and painted his slender and white fingers on his head.

Zhou Ziheng took a step closer and carefully identified the words he wrote.

[Break into the house.]

After writing, he raised his eyebrows, with an expression that I was just here to provoke.

This person is really...

Zhou Ziheng's lips unconsciously curled up.

He also imitated Xia Xiqing's appearance, vented his breath on the glass, and wrote a line of reply. There were a lot of words. Xia Xiqing squinted his eyes and looked carefully for a while. This little move was very pleasing to Zhou Ziheng's eyes. It was so cute with his flashing eyelashes and the beautiful red roses in his ears.

In his mind, he muttered it together, Xia Xiqing finally understood the answer given by Zhou Ziheng.

[I only have this, do I want it?]

His eyes were stuck at the question mark at the end of the sentence. Xia Xiqing was full of doubts. He was about to raise his eyes, but he saw Zhou Ziheng reach out and draw a heart on the glass. His art skills were not very good, and he was drawn crookedly, not standard, but very cute.

Through that heart, Xia Xiqing saw his bright and gentle smile, and his eyes were like the dark lake water, filled with unfishable stars.
Chapter completed!