Chapter 11

Xiao Ziyu made a fool of himself in public and almost wanted to hide his face.

However, Yuan Heng's hands were very strong, and he lifted him up with just a little force, pinching his armpits so that they felt sore.

Xiao Ziyu managed to stand steadily, feeling dizzy and half of his cleverness gone. Before I knew how to explain it, I heard someone next to me yelling, "Xiao Xiao, you can fly!"

He turned around, and Lu Yan pulled him away from Yuan Heng and slapped him up and down: "Are you injured anywhere?"

"Nothing." Xiao Ziyu broke free from his hands. He had made enough of a fool of himself tonight, and it was not proper for him to still be pulling and tugging with a man.

"Why did you suddenly fly up?" Lu Yan subconsciously looked at the screen, which was more than two meters high. A figure moved behind him, and Boss Huang was seen staggering out, dragging his legs.

They are all in the entertainment industry, and everyone has heard about Huang Wei's style in the industry. For a moment, the expressions on the faces of the onlookers were ambiguous.

"I had a small conflict with Boss Huang." Xiao Ziyu said calmly.

Previously, only he and Huang Wei were behind the screen, and no one else saw Huang Wei's ugly face. Even if he wanted to point fingers, he had no evidence and might even be bitten back.

"I'm a little dizzy after drinking too much," Huang Wei forced a smile with his face full of flesh, and waved his hand and said, "I almost fell just now, maybe I scared Xiao Xiao."

"Call your agent first," Lu Yan whispered, "Report anything to the company, otherwise Huang Wei will think you are easy to bully and will think of other means."

Xiao Ziyu smiled bitterly: "I don't have an agent..."

Not only does he not have an agent, he came into this world alone and if anything really happened he wouldn't know who to turn to for help.

Lu Yan then remembered that the other person was a stuntman, so he said, "Then don't go back to the crew hotel tonight. Come and squeeze in with me first."

"No need," Xiao Ziyu quickly refused. Just by looking at Lu Yan's demeanor at the airport, you can tell that he must be somewhat famous. Celebrities are prone to gossip, and if you go in and out of his room, you will end up causing trouble for others.

"There is still a room available at Wanyi. You can stay there tonight." Yuan Heng, who was standing aside, suddenly spoke up.

"Oh, I almost forgot, this hotel belongs to Teacher Yuan," Lu Yan slapped his head, "Xiao Xiao, you should stay here tonight, the last night train back home is gone."

There are still empty rooms... Xiao Ziyu nodded. He still felt like his feet were floating, as if his legs were weightless. The decorative lights in the distance had double images. It might be difficult for him to go back by himself.

"Come with me." Yuan Heng said this and strode out of the banquet hall.

Xiao Ziyu staggered behind him, with a thick sound-absorbing blanket under his feet, which felt like he was stepping on cotton. He leaned against the wall to get through a period of dizziness, and finally whispered, "Can you wait for me?"

The tall figure in front of him paused, and Yuan Heng turned back to him, his leather shoes making a dull thumping sound, as if he was venting some unhappy emotion.

"Now you know you're dizzy? Weren't you quite energetic when we were chatting just now?"

Still Xiaoxiao.

Xiao Ziyu felt that there was something calculating in his words, but his remaining rationality could not figure out what was wrong. Subconsciously, he still remembered Yuan Heng's bad temper of being soft-hearted and not hard-hearted, so he generously gave in and said, "It's my fault, can you give in?"

Yuan Heng's expression darkened, and his arm clenched into a half fist as if he had been electrocuted. He turned and walked away, but this time he walked much more slowly, with his ears half perked up, paying attention to what was happening behind him.

After entering the elevator, Xiao Ziyu leaned on the handrail like a boneless person. In the small space, every breath was amplified. Yuan Heng had changed into a business suit at some point, with a dark blue scarf adorning the chest pocket. His waist and abdomen were clearly defined, and his figure was reflected in the elevator mirror, making him look handsome and well-dressed.

The numbers representing the floors kept jumping, and when they reached 30, the elevator door opened and we were already on the top floor of the Courtyard by Marriott.

The corridor was softly lit. Unlike other floors, there was only one room on the 30th floor. Yuan Heng swiped his card and pushed the door open. The sensor light automatically lit up, the smart curtains slowly closed, and the air conditioner started to adjust the temperature. The whole room seemed to come alive, with even soothing music floating out.

Xiao Ziyu couldn't help but be shocked. If he hadn't had some modern knowledge, he would have been sobered up out of fear.

"Come in." There was only a pair of slippers at the door. Yuan Heng took out a new pair from the shoe cabinet. The size was a bit large, and it was obvious that they were prepared according to Yuan Heng's feet.

Xiao Ziyu stepped into his soft slippers. The person behind him had already closed the door. He realized something was wrong and asked cautiously, "What are you doing here, Mr. Yuan? Isn't this room for me?"

"It's the peak tourist season in the south, and there are at least four or five crews filming nearby. All the rooms at the Marriott were booked a month ago." Yuan Heng said slowly, "The only room left is my suite."

Xiao Ziyu was stunned and tried to explain: "We are not de facto husband and wife, how can we live in the same room?"

Even though modern society is open-minded and living together before marriage has become the norm, he still feels uncomfortable.

Yuan Heng took out a bathrobe and a towel and slapped them on him, his eyes dim and unclear: "What? Are you afraid that I will have sex with you?"

Xiao Ziyu's Adam's apple moved. It turned out that this guy's well-dressed appearance was fake, and he was actually a beast.

Regardless of whether Yuan Heng has recovered his memory, Meng Lang's style alone is almost the same as in his previous life.

He was like a rabbit whose burrow had been plucked out of its grass, his pair of auspicious eyes were full of vigilance. He went into the bathroom, locked the door, and checked it several times before he felt relieved.

After locking the big-tailed wolf outside, Xiao Ziyu couldn't wait to take off his clothes. After spending a night in the banquet hall, I was covered in the smell of alcohol and food, which was particularly unpleasant in the enclosed space.

After getting naked, he walked into the shower room. Unlike the one in Meng's house, the bathroom here not only had a shower head, but also a spacious water tank.

Finally I can take a bath! When Xiao Ziyu came to modern society, he missed the hot springs in Daliang. The palace maids would prepare flower petals in advance so that his body would be fragrant and soft after bathing.

He stepped into the bathtub with a little anxiety, but was puzzled when he looked up. The operating panel was full of foreign languages ​​that he could not understand, and there were so many buttons that he didn't know which one to press.

Xiao Ziyu tried poking it, but the electronic screen flashed and there was no response. He was thinking anxiously, this thing must be very expensive. What if he broke it and Yuan Heng asked him to pay for it?

In desperation, Xiao Ziyu stepped out and prepared to find someone for help.

He wrapped himself in a bath towel and pushed open the bathroom door. Yuan Heng in the room turned around, his upper body naked, without a single piece of clothing on.

Xiao Ziyu quickly looked away, but couldn't avoid catching a glimpse of the neatly arranged abdominal muscles.

With his photographic memory, there are at least six.

During the Daliang Dynasty, Crown Prince Yuan Heng practiced martial arts all year round. His body lines were smooth and powerful, and he could pull a bow weighing 100 kilograms. Unexpectedly, he did not neglect exercise even in modern society... People who practice martial arts are very concerned about their body shape. Xiao Ziyu subconsciously inhaled and tightened his abdomen, and his lower abdomen was still smooth and flat.

Yuan Heng threw the shirt into the laundry basket and saw a man with disheveled hair standing there in a daze in a bath towel. It was obvious that he was not wrapping it in the right way and had to hold it up with both hands to keep it from falling apart.

He found a nightgown and put it on, leaving the front of his body open. A primitive aura was about to come out: "What's wrong?"

"I'm not very good at using that water tank," said Xiao Ziyu.

Yuan Heng strode into the bathroom, pushed up his loose sleeves, and pressed a few buttons. The bathtub started to operate with a dripping sound, and the regulated warm water slowly flowed out of the outlet.

"That's amazing," Xiao Ziyu thanked him dryly, adding, "This bathtub is really big."

"Because this is a double bathtub." Yuan Heng said, "It can accommodate two people at the same time."

Xiao Ziyu was stunned for a moment, not knowing what he remembered, and his expression became more and more unnatural.

When he came to his senses, Yuan Heng had already closed the door and left.

The water temperature was just right, Xiao Ziyu slowly slid into the bathtub, sighing softly in comfort. During his last few years in the Daliang Dynasty, his body became increasingly weak due to the torment of the poisonous insect. He was afraid of the cold and the wind, and all he wanted to do was soak in warm water all day long.

But Yuan Heng wouldn't let him be in peace and would always squeeze in to take a bath with him. Once, he choked on water and had a sore throat from coughing. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince then behaved himself for a long time.

Xiao Ziyu slowly closed his eyes in the water. During the first two years he was with Yuan Heng, although the other party was moody and serious, he would still inadvertently reveal his youthful spirit. It was not until he was stabbed in the chest by him and luckily survived that his temperament changed drastically and he truly lived up to the title of tyrant.

He stabbed him, he imprisoned him for three years, and the accounts between him and Yuan Heng were endless. He should have stayed away from this person. Xiao Ziyu couldn't explain why he wanted to test him.

The water temperature gradually cooled down, but he didn't notice. Soaking in the warm water, my dizzy and hot body felt refreshed. Just when he was about to fall asleep, there was a dull knock on the door outside. Xiao Ziyu was startled and woke up.

Is Yuan Heng impatient to use the bathroom... Xiao Ziyu didn't have time to dry himself. He hastily wrapped himself in a bath towel and opened the door, forgetting even to put on slippers. Yuan Heng frowned at him and said, "You can't take a bath for more than half an hour."

"I'm fine." Xiao Ziyu threw his long hair behind his shoulders. His feet slipped wetly and he staggered forward with an unstable center of gravity.

His body reacted very quickly, but his limbs were so softened that he couldn't coordinate. He lunged forward with his teeth and claws bared, and slapped Yuan Heng on his abdominal muscles.

He kept looking and touching her the whole night, and before the other party said anything, Xiao Ziyu was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to do.

He took a step back and apologized hastily: "I'm sorry..."

"Isn't this quite strong?" There was no concern in Yuan Heng's voice, but rather teasing and mischief.

After confusing the man, he grabbed Xiao Ziyu's wrist and pushed him towards himself twice.

Xiao Ziyu didn't understand what was going on. He was being led by the other party. Suddenly, he heard Yuan Heng say, "Next time someone forces you, tell him to get out like this."

After saying that, Yuan Heng threw his phone on the table and went into the bathroom without waiting for anyone to react.

Yuan Heng had taken a shower before coming and just simply washed himself to remove the smell. When I went out, I found that Xiao Ziyu had fallen asleep on the bed in the small room. Maybe he was really sleepy. He had locked the door for a long time when taking a shower just now, but now he didn't close the door tightly when he went to sleep.

Yuan Heng considered himself not a gentleman, and although they were not actually husband and wife, they were husband and wife in name only. He pushed the door open and took a look. After Xiao Ziyu fell asleep, he curled up, leaving a small bulge on the bed. His long hair was lifted above the pillow, looking a little funny.

Yuan Heng closed the door and picked up his phone again. The message he had sent earlier had already received a reply: [Mr. Yuan, we have obtained the photos of Huang Wei and his lover. When will they be announced? 】