After Yan Mingxiu hung up the phone, the atmosphere of the two people in the toilet was a little stiff.
Zhou Xiang put the mobile phone into his pocket, and asked Lan Xirong what it meant with his eyes. After all, this was his mobile phone and his personal business. No matter how big the grievances between Lan Xirong and Yan Mingxiu were, it had nothing to do with him. It was too weird to do so. Alright.
A trace of embarrassment appeared on Lan Xirong's face, and he said awkwardly, "I see that you can't stand still, so I kindly call you back." After speaking, his eyes drifted away.
Zhou Xiang couldn't laugh or cry, he blamed Lan Xirong and there would be no result, so he simply pushed him away, opened the bathroom door, and walked out.
Cai Wei gave them a strange look, and then laughed at them with his tongue out, "Damn, how old are you guys still peeing together, is there a comparison? Who's older?"
Lan Xirong smiled and said: "Brother Wei, can you not be so wretched, Zhou Xiang went in to answer the phone, the bathroom floor is slippery, I'm afraid he might fall."
These words are somewhat convincing, Zhou Xiang is indeed a little staggered when he walks.
Zhou Xiang didn't bother to say anything, he sat down on the sofa and waved his hands at Cai Wei, "Brother Wei, I can't drink anymore, I really can't drink anymore. Youyou call my mother, I forgot, really ¡Make up a reason and say that I won't go back at night." When he went back so drunk, his mother still had to take care of her and delayed her rest, so he simply didn't go back today, and he planned to live in the house that Yan Mingxiu gave him.
Cai Wei took his call, took a sip of water, tried not to sound so drunk, then got up and went out, planning to make a call outside in a quiet place.
Zhou Xiang was so drunk that he was too lazy to move, his eyes were unfocused looking at the LCD TV shining with various pictures, and there were love songs playing on it, which stopped in his head, out of tune, as if they were all elegiac songs.
Maybe it's because he drank too much, or maybe he's been suppressed for too long, Zhou Xiang has an unspeakable urge at this time, he wants to vent all the secrets buried in his body, he's too tired of hiding, too annoying, he really wants to Tell everyone, and then he won't have to carry a secret.
It's a pity he didn't dare.
Seeing that he looked abnormal, Lan Xirong unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and brought it to his lips, "Zhou Xiang, are you okay? Drink some water."
There was water behind Zhou Xiang, and he took a sip, and sprinkled most of the water on his front.
"Fuck." Zhou Xiang cursed angrily, patting the water on his lapel with his hands.
Lan Xirong sighed, grabbed the mineral water in his hand and put it aside, then took out a tissue to wipe it for him.
Although the heating in the bar is very good, it is even a little hot to wear a long-sleeved shirt, but as soon as you go out, the cold wind blows, and it is guaranteed to make your scalp numb, not to mention that Zhou Xiang wet his front and trousers.
Lan Xirong wiped him a few times, and saw that the paper scraps were left on the clothes, but not much water stains were wiped off. He felt that this was not a solution. The clothes were wet against his chest, which was absolutely uncomfortable, so he said, " Why don't you take off your clothes and put on my cardigan, I still have a shirt inside."
Zhou Xiang kept pulling the front of his clothes to prevent the sticky feeling from sticking to his chest. He looked at Lan Xirong's clothes and nodded.
Lan Xirong took off the sweater he was wearing and threw it to him, "Go to the toilet and change."
Zhou Xiang grabbed his clothes and dangled, trying to stand up, but his legs and feet became weak, and he fell back all of a sudden.
Ah Liu teased: "Why don't you go to the toilet, just change it, don't say there are no girls here, even if there are, it's no big deal, Ah Xiang has such a good figure, come on, show me one, and satisfy my buddies."
After Ah Liu got into trouble with him, he spoke more and more without scruples, and there were always some nasty jokes between the lines. Zhou Xiang was used to him long ago.
Zhou Xiang smiled and said: "It's okay, I'll charge one hundred for one look, only cash." After speaking, he stretched out his hand tremblingly to unbutton it.
Ah Liu was booing beside him, singing some obscene songs, I don't know where he learned it from.
Zhou Xiang quickly took off his wet shirt, then dried his chest with a paper towel, and then put on Lan Xirong's cashmere sweater, his body immediately felt much more comfortable.
At this moment, Cai Wei came back with a strange expression on his face.
Zhou Xiang took the phone and asked, "What's wrong?"
Cai Wei sat next to him and looked at him deeply, "You and Yan Mingxiu are so close?"
Zhou Xiang's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Cai Wei read his text message, but he and Yan Mingxiu didn't say anything in the text message.
Cai Wei said: "He called just now and said he would come to pick you up."
Zhou Xiang froze for a moment, not knowing what to say.
Next to Lanxi RongWhen he arrived, he narrowed his eyes slightly and pretended to ask casually, "I'll just drop you off, why bother to ask him to pick you up."
Zhou Xiang said perfunctorily: "Oh, I remembered that I have to go to the set tomorrow. He may be afraid that I will delay the progress. I, I will go out and give him a call."
Cai Wei pulled him back, "Stop beating, he is very close to Gongti and said he will be there soon."
Zhou Xiang's face changed slightly. He was worried that Yan Mingxiu would come over and their relationship would be discovered. It would be fine if it was someone else, but he never wanted Cai Wei to know. Cai Wei had repeatedly warned him not to get too close to Yan Mingxiu, but he had already He really didn't want to see Cai Wei's disappointed eyes.
Zhou Xiang stood up unsteadily, "I, I'd better make a call, so that he doesn't have to come over, what a toss"
He grabbed the phone and walked out of the box, and started calling Yan Mingxiu, but Yan Mingxiu didn't answer. He wondered if Yan Mingxiu would be angry. After all, he and Lan Xirong didn't deal with each other before, and even hung up the phone directly.
Zhou Xiang slammed his head against the wall twice, trying to force himself to wake up a bit, think about what to say after a while, and don't let others see that something is wrong.
When he returned to the private room, Cai Wei and Ah Liu were still drinking, and Ah Liu had always looked heartless, but the other three had their own concerns.
About ten minutes later, the door of the box was opened abruptly, and the four of them turned their heads in unison. Yan Mingxiu appeared at the door in a heavy overcoat, and the light from the corridor came in through the door, forming a circle on his body. With the halo of the backlight, they seemed to be able to see the evaporating cold around Yan Mingxiu's body.
Yan Mingxiu looked at Zhou Xiang, whose face was flushed from drinking.
Lan Xirong sat without moving, just looked at him coldly.
Although Cai Wei hated Yan Mingxiu, on the surface he was not easy to offend. Seeing that no one spoke, he had to speak first, "Mr. Yan, you are here, so fast."
Yan Mingxiu walked over and slapped the TV off, the singing in the box disappeared instantly, most of the loud music outside the box was cut off, and the room was eerily quiet.
Yan Mingxiu pointed at Zhou Xiang and said coldly, "Get up, I'll take you back."
Zhou Xiang had no choice but to say to the other three people: "I have to go to the set tomorrow, so I'll go back today, you guys drink slowly." He deliberately said to Yan Mingxiu, "Mr. Yan, I'm sorry for your trouble."
He propped himself on the table and wanted to stand up, but Yan Mingxiu grabbed his arm and pulled him up.
Anyone with long eyes can tell how ugly Yan Mingxiu's face is. If it's just because he and Lan Xirong had a bad relationship, many people in the circle know this, and it's not surprising, but since Yan Mingxiu came in, he didn't pay attention to Lan Xirong, and there was no conflict between the two, so Yan Mingxiu's attitude is really serious Intriguing.
Zhou Xiang grabbed his coat with one hand and put it on his body, grabbed his wet shirt with the other hand, and said sorry to the three of them in three steps, and was dragged away by Yan Mingxiu involuntarily.
Ah Liu didn't know too many things, so he didn't take it to heart, but Lan Xirong and Cai Wei were different. The two of them looked at each other with complicated expressions.
After Yan Mingxiu pushed Zhou Xiang into the car, he didn't rush to drive, but said coldly, "Whose clothes are you wearing?"
Zhou Xiang froze for a moment, "What's wrong?"
"Is it from Lan Xirong?"
Needless to say, Zhou Xiang was carrying wet clothes in his hand, and the cashmere sweater Yan Mingxiu looked very familiar to him. He remembered that the sponsor had just sent him a batch of clothing albums last week. This cashmere sweater and the shirt inside were a set. He ordered a set of both. It was just delivered yesterday, but he didn't have time to wear it. But the cashmere sweater of this suit was worn on Zhou Xiang's body, while the shirt was worn on Lan Xirong's body.
Although he could imagine that it was because Zhou Xiang wet his clothes, he was still extremely nervous.
He hated Lan Xirong, he felt that he and Zhou Xiang had reached that point because of Lan Xirong, a bastard. All those who covet his things should die, no matter how much Zhou Xiang in front of him weighs in his heart, he will not let this possession have the slightest breath of Lan Xirong.
He said bluntly, "In the future, stay away from the surnamed Lan, I'm sick of him."
Zhou Xiang was silent, these words sounded very familiar.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Yan Mingxiu thought he was unhappy. He turned around and pinched Zhou Xiang's chin with his hands, and said expressionlessly, "Don't forget who the hell set you up, don't make me feel bad."
Under the dim light, Zhou Xiang showed a bleak smile, and he said lightly, "Mr. Yan, what do you say, I will obey. I, Zhou Xiang, will never forget that it was you who took care of me."