【109. Start over? 】

Cheng Qingxing also followed Zhao Xueyi's gaze and looked at Zheng Xuhe beside him.

Zheng Xuhe's cold eyes became inexplicably gentler after meeting Cheng Qingxing.

The two of them stared at each other for almost a minute, and Zhao Xueyi felt that the air was filled with pink bubbles.

But neither of them said anything. Finally, Zhao Xueyi couldn't stand it anymore, so she said directly: "Do you want to answer him or not? If you don't want to, don't even look at him."

Zheng Xuhe naturally didn't want to talk, so he just shifted his gaze.

"Tsk~" Zhao Xueyi forced herself to make a disgusted expression, rolled her eyes, and continued eating.

The meal was quite enjoyable and everyone left one after another.

Because Cheng Qingxing was driving Zheng Xuhe's old car, he was particularly conspicuous in the parking lot.

"Actor Zheng, you're giving me a car for free." Zhao Xueyi said sarcastically beside Zheng Xuhe, "Why don't you even give me one?"

"You can't afford it yourself, right?" Zheng Xuhe said directly, "Take a taxi back by yourself and don't bother me."

Zhao Xueyi glanced at Cheng Qingxing, who was a little drunk beside him, raised her hand and blocked his way.

"Emperor Zheng, I don't want your names to be on the trending searches tomorrow."

Although Zhao Xueyi is the CP leader of the two of them, she is also a star and she has her own career and job.

Before the drama "Sword Wound" is finished airing, she hopes that the two of them will keep a distance.

After all, she and Zheng Xuhe are the male and female protagonists of this drama, so they still need to manage their CP relationship well.

Zheng Xuhe looked at her, pushed her away with one hand, and said with disdain, "Don't bother with my business."

After saying that, he took Cheng Qingxing into his car and helped him fasten his seat belt.

Zheng Xuhe looked at Cheng Qingxing's handsome face and gently stroked his cheek. Just as he was about to get closer, Cheng Qingxing suddenly opened his eyes.

The two people looked at each other. Zheng Xuhe felt a little guilty, but did not look away.

"Can you at least respect your current partner?" Cheng Qingxing raised his hand and pushed him away slightly, "Can you drive?"

At the dinner just now, Zheng Xuhe only drank that one glass of wine throughout the whole process, and the rest of the wine was basically drunk by Cheng Qingxing.

Cheng Qingxing was a little worried that he wouldn't be able to drive, so even though he was a little drunk, he still tried not to pass out.

"If you can't drive, ask a designated driver to come."

"Just rest assured and don't worry about me." Zheng Xuhe held his head and rubbed his short hair.

Cheng Qingxing was indeed a little conscious, so he quickly closed his eyes again.

The car was driving slowly, and Zheng Xuhe's cover song "Truth" was playing in the car, which was very gentle.

"It doesn't sound like a song you would sing at all." Cheng Qingxing whispered, "Why did you choose this song when you were on "Winter Song King"? "

Zheng Xuhe asked him back, "You're already feeling so bad, do you still want to find a topic?"

There was a moment of silence, and Cheng Qingxing let out a long sigh, "Actually, I rarely find topics to talk about with you in front of you."

He was simply curious as to why Zheng Xuhe would sing the song "Confession".

Zheng Xuhe didn't answer, so he took a sneak peek. There was no expression on that handsome, three-dimensional face, which looked too plain.

So he closed his eyes and stopped asking him questions.

"Because 'Confession' isn't your favorite song?"

When Cheng Qingxing heard this, he curled his lips and smiled lightly, "You seem to know me very well, but you don't know me as well as you thought."

These words were like a thorn that pierced directly into Zheng Xuhe's heart.

He knew very well what Cheng Qingxing liked in public, what songs he listened to, what directors he liked, what he liked to eat, but he had no idea what he wanted in his heart.

This is the gap between the two of them that has not been bridged so far.

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Cheng Qingxing was carried back to the elevator by Zheng Xuhe.

He lay on Zheng Xuhe's shoulder. Actually, he was not drunk. His mind was full of memories of when they lived together.

To be honest, Cheng Qingxing felt that they had not had as much physical contact in the years since they got married as they had in recent times.

It might be because he was pretending to be his beta at that time and didn't give him the chance to touch himself, so he didn't give Zheng Xuhe any chance to touch him at all.

He wanted to go during the time when they had just gotten married.

Zheng Xuhe often comes back drunk because he goes out to work.

At that time, he would also carry him on his back into the elevator to go home.

Of course he couldn't carry the other person on his back, after all, there was a huge size difference between them, so when he "carried" him, he was actually pulling him along.

"I used to carry you like this before." Cheng Qingxing murmured to himself, "It's a bit like going back to the past."

"Really?" Zheng Xuhe asked him, "What would be the first thing you would do if you went back to the past?"

"Stay away from me."

The elevator suddenly became quiet and Cheng Qingxing could hear his own heartbeat.

He knew that he had killed the conversation.

But this was the result he wanted, because chatting with Zheng Xuhe was tiring and he didn't want to chat anymore.

When Zheng Xuhe carried him to the room, he threw him directly onto the bed. He rolled over on the bed and lay there motionless.

Zheng Xuhe stood at the edge of the bed, looking at him without saying a word, just watching quietly.

The pheromones of red wine in the house were getting stronger and stronger. Cheng Qingxing knew that he had not left, so she squirmed her body, climbed up with difficulty, crossed her legs, sat in front of him, and said gently: "Aren't you leaving yet?"

"I'm worried about you." Zheng Xuhe's tone was very light, gentle like a spring breeze, "You didn't have to drink at the dinner. I've prepared everything for you. If you don't drink--"

"I don't want to rely on you."

The world was quiet at this moment. Zheng Xuhe looked at him without saying a word for a long time.

"I don't want to rely on you." This sentence was like an invisible barrier, instantly separating the two of them.

Zheng Xuhe's eyes dimmed slightly. He wanted to pave the way for Cheng Qingxing, but he had no identity.

"I'm not actually drunk." Cheng Qingxing's tone was very vague. He couldn't see the person in front of him clearly. "Zheng Xuhe, you don't have to help me. Even if I rot in this circle, it's my own choice."

Cheng Qingxing was very afraid of Zheng Xuhe's help. His help would make him feel like a waste and he had to live under his protection.

But he didn't want to. He didn't want to be protected just because he was an Omega.

He couldn't let go of his former pride and self-esteem.

"Cheng Qingxing, can we start over?"