The two walked aside and Mr. Wang asked, "I heard that Director Wang and Wang Yudong had a little unhappy fight. You are also on the set. Do you know what's going on?"

"The two of them are not very good at each other. Wang Dao has a bad temper and Wang Yudong has never been angry. There are some conflicts after a while."

Mr. Wang frowned, "I have made a lot of investments in this movie, but don't make any mistakes. I'll talk to Xiao Wang about it another day."

"You will definitely be useful to say he will."

Mr. Wang said embarrassedly: "No, Xiao Wang is different now."

"What's wrong?"

"Climb up to the high branch."

"What does it mean? Who did you climb?"

Mr. Wang picked up his eyes and suddenly glared at him, "Why are you so gossipy?"

Zhou Xiang was quite aggrieved, "It's not your beginning."

What else do the two of them want to say? Lan Xirong's voice sounded behind Zhou Xiang.

"Brother Xiang."

Zhou Xiang turned his head and Lan Xirong had already gotten rid of the others and looked at him quietly. Zhou Xiang knew that he could not escape, so he grabbed his hair, "Let's go to the balcony to chat?"

The two walked to the balcony and closed the floor-to-ceiling window. It was a little cold outside. Zhou Xiang lit a cigarette and smiled, "Xirong, I am really happy for you when I see you like this."

Lan Xirong stared at Zhou Xiang's face with beautiful eyes and said softly, "Brother Xiang, I'm sorry for you. I was so ignorant at that time."

"Forget it, it's all over the past, don't mention it."

Lan Xirong lowered his head and said in a depressed manner, "I didn't know what happened at that time... I thought that you were kind to me and helped me as a friend. I didn't expect that you had other ideas, so I felt insulted. In fact, no matter what you thought of me, you really helped me a lot, but I..."

Zhou Xiang took a sip of cigarettes and said lightly, "I do regard you as a friend, probably as a younger brother. But you knew early in the morning that I am a GAY, just like you have to have some thoughts when you look at a beautiful woman, let alone wandering around in front of you every day. At that time, I just wanted to ask whether you are straight or bent. If you don't like men, I won't bother you. We are still friends... Forget it, don't talk about the past, I'm wrong, scaring you."

Lan Xirong raised his head and said excitedly, "Brother Xiang, I'm sorry, this is really my fault. I know you are GAY, but I still like you to be nice to me. I made you misunderstand. I said that, but you were still generous and didn't care about me. I... can you forgive me?"

Zhou Xiang felt really fucked when he remembered what happened before.

When the two were unhappy at that time, he wanted to ask, "You said that Lan Xirong is not a GAY, why do you run to my house all day long and stick to me at all times? I expressed your opinion that you feel wronged again. Is there anyone who is doing this?"

However, even when Lan Xirong misunderstood him, he didn't get angry at him. Thinking of his young age and immatureness, Zhou Xiang comforted himself and endured it. After all, he really liked this little boy and didn't want to break up with him. At worst, just stay away from him.

Lan Xirong could react and turn around and apologize to him. He felt that this matter was quite well understood.

Zhou Xiang said gently, "Brother Xiang doesn't blame you. He didn't blame you before. Don't think so much. Everyone belongs to the same company. If you look up, you will see him. What should you do in the future? Don't have any psychological burden, okay?"

Lan Xirong's eyes were a little red, and he rushed up with a quick step, hugged Zhou Xiang hard, his voice choked, "Brother Xiang, I miss you so much over the past year."

Which one is this?

Zhou Xiang was stunned.

"I just went to the United States and couldn't even say anything clearly. Everything was so strange, just like I just came to Beijing, but no one was as nice to me as you. I wanted to call you several times, but I didn't dare. I regret it more and more. I really want to come back to find you... Brother Xiang, I'm sorry, can we still be like before?" Lan Xirong rubbed Zhou Xiang's arms like a child, telling his feelings, and the more he said it, the sadder he became.

Zhou Xiang sighed and felt a little soft-hearted. He patted Lan Xirong on the shoulder, "I really don't blame you anymore, don't cry."

Lan Xirong held back and didn't cry, but his tone was wrong. He wiped his eyes and grabbed Zhou Xiang's arm and said, "Brother Xiang, can we be like before? Can I still go to your house to eat hot pot?"

Zhou Xiang remembered that his family had already raised a living thing, but he couldn't refuse to have a meal, so he said readily, "What's the problem? Welcome at any time."

Lan Xirong finally smiled.

"Oh, go back quickly. Everyone is here, and the protagonist must be missing."

The two returned to the banquet hall together, and the host began to exaggerate Lan Xirong's achievements. Lan Xirong came to the stage and thanked a lot of people generously. Although they were talking about scenes, they were very decent.

Zhou Xiang sighed for a moment that the young boy like a young man had really grown up.

Because there were too many acquaintances, Zhou Xiang was fucked that night, and when he returned home, it was Lan Xirong's driver who gave him.

Lan Xirong was so familiar with Zhou Xiang's residence that he could not be familiar with. During those lonely years in the United States, he dreamed that he had walked through this familiar house with ingredients and knocked on the warm door. A gentle and humorous brother heard him tell him about his unsatisfactory work and helped him solve his problems.

The car parked downstairs, and Lan Xirong asked the driver to leave first. He helped Zhou Xiang upstairs by himself, planning to live here tonight.

He took out Zhou Xiang's key and opened the door. The room was pitch black. He touched the switch on the wall familiarly and turned on the light.

Suddenly, footsteps came from the front, and a man came out of the bedroom in loose pajamas. Lan Xirong raised his head and met Yan Mingxiu's eyes, both of them were stunned.

Lan Xirong looked at Yan Mingxiu's outfit and obviously lived here. He... was Zhou Xiang's boyfriend? This fact made him suddenly unacceptable. He asked sternly: "Who are you?" He wished that Yan Mingxiu was a thief who broke in at will, but he knew that no thief could look like Yan Mingxiu.

Yan Mingxiu was so angry that his fingertips were trembling. Zhou Xiang was drunk and was held in his arms by a young and handsome man. Both of them even went home, at around 2 o'clock in the middle of the night!

Since Zhou Xiang wanted to sleep with him for the first time when he met, he knew that Zhou Xiang was definitely not a good-looking person before, but since he was already with him, how could he dare to take another man home in the middle of the night!

The two of them glared at each other, and the scene was tense.

Yan Mingxiu said coldly, "I should ask this sentence? Who asked you to come into our house casually?" Yan Mingxiu could emphasize the word "we".

Lan Xirong's handsome face, which was originally drunk, turned pale in an instant.

Brother Xiang has a boyfriend... Yes, why can't he have one? Why can't Brother Xiang have no boyfriend? Will he be waiting for him?

Lan Xirong felt sad. He couldn't say what he was thinking. He only knew that he was very disgusted with the man in front of him. Why should he stand in this living room? He was the place where he and Brother Xiang gathered.

Yan Mingxiu had a bad temper, and at this time he was so angry that he wanted to drive Lan Xirong out with a broom. He went up and rudely wanted to take Zhou Xiang over, "You're home, you get out quickly."

Lan Xirong refused to let go, and the two of them pulled each other for a while, and Zhou Xiang was about to fall to the ground when he tilted his body.

Yan Mingxiu caught him all at once.

Lan Xirong felt extremely uncomfortable when he looked at his empty hands.

Yan Mingxiu gave him a cold look, "Don't be lazy and don't leave. Zhou Xiang has a master, and you don't have to worry about him in the future."

Lan Xirong glared at him in disgust, turned around and slammed the door and left.

Yan Mingxiu looked at Zhou Xiang who was sleeping unconscious in his arms, and his anger became more and more intense.

He could not bear Zhou Xiang had ideas about others, and Zhou Xiang should only look at him.

☆, Chapter 19

Zhou Xiang hasn't been drunk for a long time. When he woke up, he turned over, but his body lightened and fell to the ground. He opened his sleepy eyes and saw that he was in the living room, just sleeping on the sofa, and there was only a blanket on his body.

Zhou Xiang couldn't even remember how he came back, but he could just get home safely.

"woke up?"

Zhou Xiang was startled and turned his head and saw Yan Mingxiu sitting at the dining table, looking at him coldly...

Zhou Xiang was sore all over his body. With his figure, he squeezed on the sofa for a night. It was conceivable that he felt uncomfortable. "My waist hurts so much, oh." Zhou Xiang climbed onto the sofa and said sadly: "Just let me sleep on the sofa."

Yan Mingxiu's anger was not gone and he snorted, "Is it smelly to let you sleep in the bed?"
Chapter completed!