Outside the court, Zhu Zibai's wrist was held by Xu Qingzhe and couldn't move. He frowned, because his wrist was a little painful, but he didn't want to resist, but the other party seemed to have misunderstood his expression, and the hand that held his wrist was even harder.
zhuhaobaiQingzhe, let go first.
In November, the sky actually started to snow, Zhu Zibai only wore a thin costume, and his voice was trembling at this time.
Xu Qingzhe took off his leather coat and put it on Zhu Xibai, let go of his hand, took out a cigarette from his trouser pocket and held it, and fumbled impatiently for the lighter with his other hand.
Xu Qingzhe pulled Zhu Zibai into his arms and reached out to touch his lighter in his leather pocket.
He took a step back, tilted his head, pressed the lighter with a skilled "pop" and lit a cigarette.
The smoke lingered, and Zhu Xibai coughed lightly.
He still hates the smell of smoke.
xuqingzheYou didn't hide from me, why can't you find you in half a year?
xuqingzheSend messages and don't answer, call and don't answer.
xuqingzheWhat do you mean?
His voice was a little stuffy, as if questioning.
zhuhaobaiNo, I just simply went to a variety show.
zhuhaobaiPeople are not allowed to bring mobile phones, what can I do.
Xu Qingzhe took a few puffs of smoke, then threw it on the ground and stomped it out.
xuqingzheHow long has this been recorded? What does it mean to not call me a single time?
Zhu Xibai wrapped himself in clothes.
zhuhaobaiBecause all my account numbers and phone numbers that I can contact the outside world have been taken away by my dad, and he... doesn't allow me to contact you again.
.............
majiaqiThere was no reason why they had only one son in their family, Zhu Hirubai. Uncle Zhu did not support Zhu Hirubai's development into the entertainment industry, and in addition to the matter of Xu Qingzhe, so...
majiaqiDisagree with the two of them together.
Ding Chengxin licked his lips, his heart was torn and distressed.
dingchengxinSo, what was Xu Qingzhe's reaction?
Ma Jiaqi spread his hands.
dingchengxinLet me tell you, Mr. Ma, I took a taxi when I went home that day, and the driver was Xu Qingzhe.
Ma Jiaqi raised his eyes, his expression indifferent.
majiaqiQingzhe often helps his father drive an online car.
majiaqiHis mother was often sick and had to have someone by his side to take care of him at all times, so he often drove for his father.
dingchengxinThis Xu Qingzhe, what does he do?
Ma Jiaqi was silent for a while, his elbows were on the table, and his fingers were tapping lightly on the table.
majiaqiIs a tattoo artist.
dingchengxinThat's a technical job.
majiaqiBut in the eyes of elders, tattoos are undignified jobs.
When he got home, Ding Chengxin thought about it and planned to call Zhu Hisbai to ask him about his current situation.
He called twice in a row and no one answered, and his heart skipped a beat and he panicked.
When he called for the third time, the other party finally connected.
With a little heavy gasp.
dingchengxinUm... Uh... I'm looking for Zhu Hibai.
xuqingzheHe is not available.
dingchengxinAh no, you, are you Xu Qingzhe?
There were heavy gasps on the other end of the phone, and the sound of water overflowed, accompanied by the creaking of the bed board.
Ding Chengxin had had such a time, and instantly got what the two of them were doing, quickly hung up the phone, covered his face and calmed down.
dingchengxinIt's embarrassing enough.
Why does he always run into this scene?
Is this a special talent?
