After the last scene, everyone was tired and excited.

Someone pulled up a banner early to celebrate the successful completion of the movie.

Wang Yudong accepted rounds of interviews from reporters on the set, took some photos with the banner and staff, and then took Yan Mingxiu away.

In the evening, the crew ordered a few tables in the hotel for half-finishing wine, but Wang Yudong did not participate, but he did all the things on the scene.

Zhou Xiang was in high spirits today, and Yan Mingxiu couldn't help but feel depressed after leaving. In the end, Lan Xirong accompanied him to have a meal.

They drank this wine very late, and many people were drunk and were making a fuss without restraint. We worked hard for seven or eight months and encountered many difficulties in the middle, especially the relationship between the director and the protagonist made them and the soldiers worry. Now that everything is finally over, everyone is very excited, and they drink a lot of what they can and can't drink.

On the contrary, Zhou Xiang, who is usually very good at drinking, didn't drink a few sips. He and Lan Xirong were sitting next to him, talking about the past. Zhou Xiang was a little absent-minded, but he couldn't leave so many people were there.

Lan Xirong finally couldn't help asking: "Brother Xiang, what is the relationship between your boyfriend and Wang Yudong? They just left together."

Zhou Xiang said: "Well, they know each other."

Lan Xirong frowned.

Zhou Xiang immediately explained: "It's not what you think."

Lan Xirong whispered: "Is that so? I don't think it's that simple."

Zhou Xiang could not tell him about Wang Yudong's gossip, it was just what happened just now. Wang Yudong's warning eyes before leaving made him feel inexplicably annoyed about Lan Xirong's guess. He finally lowered his face, "Don't guess it, it's really not what you thought."

Lan Xirong looked at Zhou Xiang's face pulled down in surprise, with a feeling of grievance, "Brother Xiang, are you angry with me?"

Zhou Xiang sighed, "No..."

"Even if I questioned you for your ill-behavior at that time, you were not angry with me. I was so ignorant at the time and you could tolerate me, but now I am angry for my unintentional words. Brother Xiang, I was wrong. You really like the one named Yan, right?" Lan Xirong's eyes were extremely dim.

Zhou Xiang whispered: "Xirong, I like him very much, otherwise how could I live with him? But don't tell me about this. He is not a person in the circle, and I don't want to have any indirect relationship with Wang Yudong."

Lan Xirong didn't say anything, but took a sip of wine in a depressing way, and then said bitterly, "Brother Xiang, we really can't go back."

Zhou Xiang was really not in the mood to comfort him. He was in a mess himself and didn't know what this matter would develop.

The meal was over 10 o'clock. Zhou Xiang didn't drink much and could leave by driving. Lan Xirong couldn't do it. I don't know if it was intentional or really drunk, so I hung it on Zhou Xiang and insisted that he couldn't leave.

No matter whether he can leave or not, the soaring smell of alcohol will definitely not drive the car. He came for Zhou Xiang, so Zhou Xiang had no choice but to take on the task of sending him back.

Lan Xirong looked quite thin, but tall, and was very heavy after drinking. Zhou Xiang panted and sent him home as he said, and sweated all over the place in the middle of winter.

When I opened the door, I saw that this was a duplex apartment of more than 200 square meters. It was simple to decorate but very tasty. Zhou Xiang couldn't help but remember the small house that Lan Xirong rented, which was really different from now, and he couldn't help but feel a little envious.

After a moment of dazed moment, Lan Xirong's body sank and he fell forward.

Zhou Xiang quickly supported him, but instead tripped by his long legs, his body was unstable, and he fell on the smooth wooden floor with Lan Xirong.

Lan Xirong gasped and pressed against Zhou Xiang. His eyes were typical apricots, and they were extremely bright. When they were smiling in their eyes, they looked pure and friendly, and I don’t know how many people had fascinated.

But at this moment, those eyes were filled with drunkenness and desires that belonged to men.

Zhou Xiang felt that this was going to be a bad thing, so he quickly pushed Lan Xirong away and wanted to stand up.

Lan Xirong held his arm, lowered his head and blocked Zhou Xiang's lips.

Zhou Xiang frowned.

Lan Xirong's mouth smelled of wine, which was not the point. The key was that it was his first time kissing a man. He had no rules at all. He bit his lips and rubbed Zhou Xiang's teeth.

Zhou Xiang calmly hit his waist and eyes.

Lan Xirong shrank in pain.

Zhou Xiang quickly pushed him away from him and climbed up from the ground neatly. He said in a deep voice: "Don't drink so much next time, you wouldn't have drunk." He knew that Lan Xirong was not drunk, and the drunk people would not have that much strength at all.

Lan Xirong said in a hoarse voice: "Brother Xiang, why didn't you wait for me?" This sentence was very small, as if it was for yourself.

Zhou Xiang did not answer him, picked up his cell phone that had fallen to the ground, and left without looking back.

He originally thought that Yan Mingxiu would definitely not come back tonight, but he didn't expect that the lights at home were on.

As soon as Zhou Xiang entered the room, Yan Mingxiu was indeed sitting on the sofa, neither watching TV nor reading books, just sitting there, as if thinking about something. When he saw him coming back, he looked at him with a pale face.

Zhou Xiang stood at the door at a loss, "You...you are back."

Yan Mingxiu said coldly, "Does I say this sentence? You have eaten until now? Don't you get off work in the hotel?" Yan Mingxiu looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost two o'clock.

Zhou Xiang said: "We went to drink again after dinner. These people are so chaotic. I want to know that you are at home, so I will come back early."

"Why can't I be at home?" Yan Mingxiu asked back.

Zhou Xiang hesitated and said, "Today, Wang Yudong..."

Yan Mingxiu's face became even heavier, "It has nothing to do with you, don't mention it again."

Zhou Xiang changed into shoes, took off his coat and hung it on the clothes hanger. He carefully observed Yan Mingxiu's expression and sat next to him.

Yan Mingxiu said calmly, "I have called you several times, why don't you answer?"

"Oh, the phone is out of power. The big screen of this phone is so power-consuming." Zhou Xiang also took out his phone from his pocket to prove what he said, but as soon as he pressed it, the screen lit up.

Zhou Xiang was stunned and looked down at the screensaver. It turned out to be a fashion photo of Lan Xirong.

Yan Mingxiu also noticed it with sharp eyes, and avoided his phone with a sharp hand. His face was hard to see, and he could not be ugly anymore.

Zhou Xiang instantly understood what was going on.

That year was when the first generation of iPhone was first launched. It was as popular as possible. In the entertainment industry, people who followed the trend were everywhere, so Zhou Xiang would inevitably be affected, so he bought one. Now everyone around him is using it, and they all take out the same phone. Sometimes it is really easy to mess up.

Looking at the photo of Lan Xirong, Zhou Xiang almost immediately remembered that his out of battery cell phone is still lying in the pocket of his coat. He took Lan Xirong's cell phone that he threw to the ground as his own and picked it up.

How to explain this now?

Yan Mingxiu shook the dazzling screensaver on his phone, his face a little ferocious, "Do you want to explain?"

Zhou Xiang's brain ran quickly and decided to tell the truth, "It's... he was drunk and couldn't drive, so I sent him home. His phone fell to the ground. I thought it was mine, so I took it back."

Yan Mingxiu said viciously, "Zhou Xiang, do you take what I say as an indifferent ear? I said the fuck that you should not contact him again!"

Yan Mingxiu's anger that had gathered for the whole day was lit. He picked up his cell phone and threw it hard on the ground.

26, Chapter 26...

Zhou Xiang looked at the cell phone on the ground, lowered his head, and said nothing.

He didn't want to quarrel with Yan Mingxiu, but he was tired of explaining anything. He could be questioned like this just by sending a drunk friend home. Yan Mingxiu's willfulness and arrogance are definitely not a matter of one or two days, but today it is particularly unbearable for him. Perhaps it was because what happened during the day was still entrenched in his heart. Yan Mingxiu's eagerness to separate from him made him feel heartbroken even though he had found multiple reasons for him.

Yan Mingxiu became even more angry when he saw Zhou Xiang not speaking. Wang Yudong's low sighs kept echoing in his mind, looking at him with a completely puzzled look, and asked him why he wanted to mingle with someone like Zhou Xiang.

The look stabbed him like a needle.
Chapter completed!