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    After saying this, Zhou Ziheng let go of Lin Mo's wrist, and put his hands in the pockets of his suit pants.

    Lin Mo has never met Zhou Ziheng, but his intuition has already told him that there must be some relationship between Zhou Ziheng and Xia Xiqing. He touched his wrist with a smile, glanced at Xia Xiqing, and nodded meaningfully, "I'm not deeply involved in the world."  ah¡­¡­"

    Xia Xiqing in the mirror raised his eyebrows, Lin Mo felt bored, and left the dressing room with a smile.  The door closed again, leaving only Zhou Ziheng and Xia Xiqing in the room.

    I don't know why, the aggressive confidence just now suddenly disappeared like a deflated balloon. Zhou Ziheng felt that he was meddling in his own business. Maybe Xia Xiqing was looking forward to this "reunion"  ", maybe he ruined other people's good deeds.

    The more I thought about it, the more I felt uncomfortable, but suddenly I heard laughter.  Zhou Ziheng came back to his senses and saw Xia Xiqing couldn't hold back the smile on his face, lowering his head and laughing louder and louder.

    "What are you laughing at?" Zhou Ziheng was a little annoyed, he laughed at him even though he was clearly helping him.

    Xia Xiqing was about to laugh out of tears, he tried his best to calm down, looked up at Zhou Ziheng who was standing next to him, "Not yet experienced in the world?"  On the armrest, looking at Zhou Ziheng's eyes bent into two crescent moons.

    Not to mention anything else, there is nothing wrong with this face paired with the words "not deeply involved in the world".  Zhou Ziheng thought to himself.

    Xia Xiqing's eyes were bright, and his face looked like a handful of stars had been crushed. He tapped his fingers lightly on his cheeks, repeating what Zhou Ziheng said to Lin Mo just now, "We are all in the same circle, and you and I have a lot of things to say."  It's not surprising." As he spoke, his voice slowed down, and the ending sound was like a cloud that was swept away by the wind in the afternoon.

    "It's not surprising" He stretched out a hand and touched the soft fabric of Zhou Ziheng's white sweater. His slender forefinger had distinct knuckles, tracing the texture of weaving like a paintbrush. The innocent smile at the corners of his eyes gradually subsided.  An ambiguous arc was born.

    Suddenly, his index finger buckled the belt buckle on Zhou Ziheng's waist, and he raised his eyes to meet Zhou Ziheng's gaze.

    "Which things are you familiar with?"

    Zhou Ziheng frowned slightly, which was the sexiest expression in Xia Xiqing's eyes.

    This person is simply

    "I'm just making an excuse." Zhou Ziheng pulled his hand out of his pocket, trying to take his restless fingers away from his belt, but just as he held his slender fingers, Xia Xiqing grabbed them with his backhand, and his fingers snapped abruptly.  Embedded in Zhou Ziheng's fingers, clasped his hand tightly.

    "Why do you want to stand out?"

    Fingers clasped together, such a word should be the most tender and sweetest word in Zhou Ziheng's eyes, but at this moment Xia Xiqing is more like a gangster who put a knife on the victim's neck.  Paranoid, arrogant, determined.

    The intertwined fingers produced burning hallucinations, and the alarm in Zhou Ziheng's heart sounded again. He tried to break Xia Xiqing's hand away, but his eyes inadvertently glanced at the wound on his lip. He didn't want to hurt him again, so he had to give up and pretend  With an expression of indifference, he replied coldly, "I'm not famous. There are a lot of people here, and I don't want to be rumored that 'photographers have hidden rules for models, and well-known actors turn a blind eye'."

    It's really interesting, making excuses is so interesting, Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows, secretly exerted force with his fingers, suppressing Zhou Ziheng's attempt to escape, "So it doesn't matter if you offend the photographer before shooting?"

    "What am I afraid of? For me, there is no difference between the finished film in the studio and the raw picture taken by passers-by."

    Zhou Ziheng spoke boldly and calmly, while Xia Xiqing's eyes scanned his whole body.

    That's right.

    "A perfectionist like Lin Mo won't ruin his work for such a small thing." After saying this, Zhou Ziheng felt that Xia Xiqing's hand seemed to relax a bit, and he took the opportunity to use his other hand to break his hand away  .

    breath of relief.  Not quite.  Zhou Ziheng turned his finger that was sore from being held by him, and put it back into the pocket of his suit pants.

    Xia Xiqing, who had finished holding hands, showed an expression of escaped prey on his face. He stood up from the chair and stretched out his hands to help Zhou Ziheng straighten his high collar. The hand that had clasped fingers turned red from being held.  After straightening his collar, he raised his eyes slightly and looked into Zhou Ziheng's eyes.

    "I like it when you look at me with your head half down," Xia Xiqing's voice was extremely gentle, and his hands slipped from the edge of the high collar of the sweater to his broad shoulders, "It makes me want to kiss you so much."

    Zhou Ziheng stretched out his hand to hold Xia Xiqing's body that was trying to get closer, but he didn't push it away, "Someone will come in here at any time."

    Xia Xiqing couldn't help laughing.

    &nbsThe delivery staff of the florist following behind still had three big bouquets in their hands. Each bouquet was full and warm, almost completely covering their upper body, which was really eye-catching. "Ziheng, the flowers are here."

    Zhou Ziheng took a bunch of them, those petals were delicate and fresh, but he stretched out his right hand to grab a bunch without mercy, tore the petals on it, walked to Xia Xiqing's side, and crushed the petals in his hands  Sprinkle a handful of flower petals in the tub.

    "This is my idea."

    The petals fell profusely from mid-air and landed on the water. Through the falling petals, Zhou Ziheng clearly saw that Xia Xiqing's eyes revealed a trace of surprise. He smiled slightly, turned around, and handed the bouquet to the stylist.

    Lin Mo was taken aback for a moment, and then suddenly burst out laughing.  He was really surprised.

    A bathtub full of red, that's what he wanted.

    "There are five bouquets of roses here, and each bouquet has ninety-nine flowers, which should be enough to cover this bathtub."

    The stylist also saw that Lin Mo was conquered by this idea, so he immediately started to tear up the roses and sprinkle them into the bathtub.  There was nothing wrong with Zhou Ziheng standing aside, so he helped the staff spread the petals in the bathtub. He has always been a good-natured and unassuming person, and he often quietly helps on the set, which has become a habit.

    A petal passed through his hand, and slowly wandered to Xia Xiqing's chest with the water waves, where it fit closely with the broken and wet black shirt.

    "How did you come up with this idea?" Xia Xiqing said softly with his head raised on the edge of the bathtub.  The stylist came over and tidied Xia Xiqing's hair, and put the white lace on his eyes again.

    Zhou Ziheng didn't speak, but moved the water surface silently. When his finger was pulled away from the water surface, a petal was picked up on his fingertip.

    Just now when he was sitting on the side watching Xia Xiqing, such a scene appeared in his mind, which did not require any aesthetic knowledge or artistic perception.

    Zhou Ziheng took off the petal and gently placed it on Xia Xiqing's lips.

    [Only roses are worthy of you.  ]

    That's what he thought, but he didn't want to tell Xia Xiqing.

    At least not now.

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    Today I exploded my liver.

    Magazine shooting highlights will also be released (self-study girls scream online to grab magazines online)

    This is true, the screen is overflowing with hormones, I am no longer the Chu Chu who writes about pure love and two-way secret love
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