205. Ill-fitting clothes

When Cheng Qingxing woke up the next day, he found his house in a mess.

Because he had always lived in a relatively small room, his bed was also relatively small. When he woke up, he was curled up in Zheng Xuhe's arms.

He looked at the person he was hugging, feeling inexplicably comforted. He closed his eyes and snuggled into his arms.

To be honest, Cheng Qingxing is now lazy and doesn't want to go to work.

It's time to get to the point where I hate going to work.

Just as he was about to take another nap, his cell phone rang.

Although he really didn't want to answer the call, he knew very well that if he didn't answer the call, someone would soon come to his door looking for him.

To be precise, Cheng Qingxing has been out of contact for a day.

Sister Li must be extremely anxious. If he doesn't return the call, Sister Li will really come to her house.

So he dragged his tired body out of bed and went to answer the phone.

It was indeed Sister Li’s call.

"Where are you?" Sister Li asked worriedly, "Are you okay? I saw the trending search that said you vomited. Are you OK now? Can you still go to the crew?"

There were several questions that made him feel dizzy. When asked like this, he simply couldn't answer them.

"He was too tired yesterday and rested at home."

It seemed as if he didn't say these words. He turned his head, glanced at Zheng Xuhe beside him, and subconsciously leaned into his arms.

"No? Who is next to you?" Sister Li sighed, "That voice, could it be Zheng Xuhe?"

"Yes, it's me." Zheng Xuhe took the phone from his hand and started talking to Sister Li directly. "He is resting at home now and sleeping well. Don't worry."

Sister Li was silent for a while, then she said softly, "I feel a little relieved to be with you. I thought something had happened."

"Well, when the time comes, I'll send him to the crew, you don't have to worry."

Zheng Xuhe, just like Cheng Qingxing's guardian, answered all of Sister Li's questions.

Sister Li listened to his words and breathed a sigh of relief, then said softly: "You and him must be fine."

"Yeah." Zheng Xuhe responded in a low voice, looking down at Cheng Qingxing in his arms, "Don't worry, I will take good care of him."

"What about the hot search?" Sister Li asked tentatively, "Will you help me deal with it?"

Although Sister Li knew that Cheng Qingxing would be unhappy if she asked Zheng Xuhe to handle this matter, she believed that if Zheng Xuhe could help, the matter could be handled faster, so she wanted to ask Zheng Xuhe to handle it.

"Well, I'll help you deal with it." Zheng Xuhe looked at Cheng Qingxing, "But it's better to talk to Qingxing about this matter."

"Okay, I'll talk to him right away. Thank you for your help." Sister Li breathed a sigh of relief and then hung up the phone.

After the call ended, Cheng Qingxing's brain could barely start up, so he asked, "Did she tell you about the trending search?"

"Hey, let me help you deal with it." Zheng Xuhe didn't hide it from him and told him the truth, "Do you want me to help you deal with it?"

If it were in the past, Zheng Xuhe would definitely help deal with it directly, but now he is used to asking him first about most things, and this is what Cheng Qingxing wants.

In the past, he just wanted to protect Cheng Qingxing, so he didn't regard him as someone who couldn't handle anything well.

In fact, Cheng Qingxing's excellence is more obvious than anyone else.

"I can handle it myself." Cheng Qingxing got up from the bed and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

When Cheng Qingxing was taking a shower, he glanced at himself in the bathroom mirror. There were marks all over himself below the neck in the mirror.

"You said it would leave no trace, but in the end, it only leaves no trace on the neck." Cheng Qingxing couldn't help laughing when he said this, but he wasn't angry either.

It’s enough that there are no marks left on the neck, and I just need to be more careful when changing clothes on the set.

After taking a shower, Cheng Qingxing was completely sober. When he came out, he changed his clothes. Looking at Zheng Xuhe who was lying on the bed in a daze, he kicked him.

"Tsk—" Zheng Xuhe whimpered, opened his eyes and looked at Cheng Qingxing, who looked refreshed, "Be gentler next time."

"Get up. Don't you have work today?" Cheng Qingxing asked him back, then walked out of the room.

He first went to the living room and tidied the table, then went to the kitchen to heat up noodles, and finally tidied the sofa.

The sofa was full of traces left by the two of them last night. Clothes and shoes were scattered all over the floor, making it look as messy as if someone had broken into the house and robbed it.

"Really?" He complained in a low voice, and decided not to sit on the sofa with him next time.

The sofa was too small, and when he sat on it, he restrained himself tightly. The penetration was very deep, which made him uncomfortable.

And now when he sees this sofa, he will think of what happened last night, which makes him feel inexplicably hot.

Cheng Qingxing let out a long sigh, then cleaned up the messy sofa.

During breakfast, Zheng Xuhe came out of his room, but there were no suitable clothes for him in Cheng Qingxing's room, so he wore Cheng Qingxing's clothes.

A white T-shirt that was relatively loose for Cheng Qingxing. He bought it with the intention of using it as pajamas. However, after buying it, he found that he rarely changed into clothes to sleep.

When he came back, he was so tired that he fell asleep as soon as he lay down on the bed.

"Your clothes are a little small." Zheng Xuhe pointed at the clothes he was wearing, "It's a little uncomfortable to wear."

"I've put your clothes aside for you, go change them yourself." Cheng Qingxing was already drinking porridge with his head down. He took a few bites and then packed up his things. "Master, there are still 30 minutes left. I'll be late for the crew."

It would take at least twenty minutes to get from their house to the set of Five Nights at Night, even if he was quick. He had to go.

"Let's go." Zheng Xuhe took a sip of the still hot porridge, picked up his coat, put it on himself, and prepared to leave.

Cheng Qingxing was a little stunned. The time gap between their preliminary preparations was quite large.

"Why don't you change into your original outfit?" Cheng Qingxing looked at the somewhat tight clothes on him and said helplessly, "It's really not suitable for you to wear this."

"There's no time." Zheng Xuhe put on the hat and mask at the door. "After I send you to the crew, I'll go to shoot a magazine. There's plenty of time to change clothes."

Zheng Xuhe is now just like the parents who picked him up from kindergarten, just following his feelings.

"Okay." Cheng Qingxing responded, unable to suppress the smile on her lips, and followed him to work.