Chapter 22

Xiao Ziyu opened the door and Yuan Heng came in wrapped in Zhong Ye's coldness, with some residual makeup on her face. He was a picky person, and when he saw the small room, he frowned at first, and the sound of the air conditioner was impossible to ignore: "How can I live in this crappy place?"

Xiao Ziyu endured the unhappiness of being criticized so late at night and said, "Mr. Yuan, not everyone can afford a hotel like Courtyard."

Returning to the hotel, Yuan Heng ignored his flowery words and sat down on the only chair in the room: "I have a headache."

During the day, she complained about his attentiveness, but at night, he came to her for attentiveness. Xiao Ziyu stood still and said, "I am not a doctor."

After being criticized repeatedly, Yuan Heng lost his temper and said, "We are married. Xue Jinling asked someone to match our horoscopes. You are my wife."

Xiao Ziyu had nothing to say. He knew that even in modern society, there was no practice of two men publicly getting married, so their wedding ceremony was that each of them cut a lock of hair, which Yuan's mother took to a nearby temple to pray for a wish, and then completed the ceremony with Yue Lao.

"In modern society, everyone is equal. Why can't you be my wife?" Xiao Ziyu asked.

Yuan Heng was choked, feeling that his idea was very dangerous: "With your body, can you handle it?"

Xiao Ziyu imagined the scene and remained silent.

Xiao Ziyu comforted himself that a man should be patient with his wife who has a bad temper. He sighed and rolled up his sleeves: "Sit still."

Yuan Heng was quiet, closing his eyes and waiting. A warm towel was placed on his face to wipe off his thick makeup.

Yuan Heng opened his eyes: "Don't use the hotel towels for me."

"This is mine, and I haven't used it yet." Xiao Ziyu held it up to show him. It was a brand new one that Wang Ma had stuffed into his bag before he left.

Yuan Heng was satisfied. After his pores were cleaned, it seemed that he could breathe much smoother. The warm and cool fingers pressed on the upper xue point, and the force was still strong.

Xiao Ziyu was thinking about something while taking a look at Yuan Heng's facial features. He traced his eye sockets with his fingertips. His nose bridge was very high and his eyelashes were as thick as crow feathers. He didn't look like a Central Plains person, but more like a Hu prince from places like Qiuci.

Yuan Heng sensed that the other party was not paying attention, and just as he was about to remind him, Xiao Ziyu stopped.

He looked up, his eyes questioning.

"That's about it," Xiao Ziyu wiped his hands with a towel, "so you don't have to accuse me of being too attentive for no reason."

Still holding a grudge, Yuan Heng said, "Then let me show my courtesy. Would you consider signing a contract with Yuantai?"

Xiao Ziyu said calmly: "It seems that I can bring value to Mr. Yuan."

"You have good traffic now," Yuan Heng said, not disguising his business mentality, "If a company packages you, you can have a small hit."

"Let me think about it." Xiao Ziyu said.

Yuan Heng looked down at him and said, "Once you miss this opportunity, you will never get it again."

Xiao Ziyu was unmoved: "Maybe there is a better store in the next village."

Yuan Heng couldn't bear it any longer and lay back down: "Headache."

Xiao Ziyu continued to press the man's head, muttering something.

Yuan Heng thought he was complaining and asked in confusion: "What did you say?"

"Memorize English words," Xiao Ziyu said calmly, "You are good at English, how about helping me practice speaking?"

Yuan Heng didn't want to pay attention to him. The guy had already started talking in halting English. Yuan Heng discussed with him the weather, his mood, and what he had eaten in the morning, afternoon, and evening. Xiao Ziyu didn't understand and just answered randomly, but his tone was so serious that people couldn't bear to find fault with him.

Xiao Ziyu spoke slowly, but his words were quite standard. It seemed that the cartoon played some role. But Yuan Heng couldn't hold on for long, and soon fell asleep due to the fragmented English chatter, his brows still furrowed, as if he was still complaining that the chair was not comfortable enough even in his sleep.

There were two beds in the room, one of which was filled with miscellaneous items. Xiao Ziyu resisted the urge to sleep and made the bed, but found that he couldn't wake up Yuan Heng.

Not only could he not be woken up, he could not even be moved.

Xiao Ziyu hesitated for a second and went to bed. If this person woke up in the middle of the night, he would probably find a bed to sleep in.

Yuan Heng slept without any distractions until dawn, and his headache had completely subsided. He opened his eyes refreshed, but found that his neck could not move.

He looked in disbelief at Xiao Ziyu, who was sleeping soundly in the bed wrapped tightly in a quilt. He couldn't believe that the other party had let him lie on the chair all night. Even the quilt slipped down onto my thighs, covering me very sloppily.

Yuan Heng sat up as if he was paralyzed and felt that he had a stiff neck. He held his neck and walked to the bedside. Xiao Ziyu's face was red and his mouth was half open while he slept. His usual cleverness was completely gone.

Yuan Heng aimed at the buttocks and slapped it with his palm.

"Hmm..." Xiao Ziyu moved, not knowing which memory he had fallen into, and complained softly, "Your Highness, stop making trouble..."

"Who told you to torment me for so long last night?"

Yuan Heng's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. Last night, Xiao Ziyu threw him on a chair, and he actually went to his dream to end his life with another "Yuan Heng".

Yuan Heng leaned over to whisper in his ear: "Does my manipulation make you feel comfortable?"

Xiao Ziyu didn't say a word. His ears turned red in his dream and he buried himself in the quilt.

Yuan Heng watched for a while, and after a while he realized something was wrong with his body. He turned pale and locked himself in the bathroom.

What a crappy bathroom, it can't even tell wet from dry.

Xiao Ziyu was startled by the sound of a door slamming. He rubbed his ears in a daze, feeling like someone was talking to him. Hearing the sound of water coming from the bathroom, he remembered that Yuan Heng stayed here last night and should be taking a shower.

Xiao Ziyu found a new set of clothes and put them on when he suddenly heard one or two muffled gasps. The bathroom glass was translucent and frosted. He turned around hastily and saw only a wet palm print.

Having been deeply entangled with someone in his previous life, he certainly understood what that gasp meant. He just didn't expect that Yuan Heng's self-control had declined after coming to modern society. It's only been half an hour since he heard the door slamming, and it's over?

He secretly calculated in his mind that Yuan Heng must have lost his energy from eating boxed lunches on the set and staying up late every day.

He put on his clothes and folded the quilt. There was still some time before work, so Xiao Ziyu put aside all distractions, took out his learning machine and started his morning reading. After a while, Yuan Heng came out with wet hair. There was a look of frustration and dissatisfaction between his brows, and his eyes were particularly dark and deep.

His neck was still hurting, and he was already very angry after all the trouble he had been doing since early morning. Yuan Heng felt more and more that it was an unwise decision to come to Xiao Ziyu on impulse last night. He picked up his clothes and prepared to leave. Xiao Ziyu reminded him gently, "If you stay up late, Mr. Yuan, you can eat some yam and wolfberry the next morning. It can replenish your qi and blood."

Yuan Heng frowned, not understanding what he meant. However, Xiao Ziyu looked over at him with a smile that seemed to be holding back some evil.

After breakfast, the two went to the crew one after the other. Tang Lin was still reshooting the night scenes in the early morning and did not return until early in the morning. The assistant director took over temporarily and the A and B groups were combined into one group to shoot together.

Zheng Hong went to a meeting today, and Luo Li drove a nanny car to Yuan Heng on the orders of his master. After parking, he pulled Xiao Ziyu and winked: "Teacher Yuan didn't go back to Wanyi yesterday!"

This kid's skills are all about gossip. Xiao Ziyu raised his eyes and asked, "How did you know?"

"My master said so!" Luo Li said excitedly, "Teacher Yuan went to the crew hotel last night."

Probably because he didn't want Luo Li to misunderstand, Zheng Hong didn't say that Yuan Heng was going to find Xiao Ziyu. As a result, this guy completely diverged on his own: "Who do you think is the little star who can win the favor of Teacher Yuan?"

"She must be good-looking, with delicate skin and tender flesh, and she must be gentle, well-educated and well-mannered," Luo Li counted on his fingers. There are too many people like this in the entertainment industry. Yuan Heng has been single for so long in the industry, so it seems normal for him to have an underground relationship. "I just don't know if Teacher Yuan likes men or women."

Xiao Ziyu clenched the props in his hand: "Don't make irresponsible comments on such things."

Although there were masters who supported prostitutes in the past, they all did it in private and would never make it public. Otherwise, not only would people talk about it, but the whole family would be criticized in the future.

Looking across Daliang, the only person who can hang out with men without batting an eyelid and even marry a man is Yuan Heng, and he is unprecedented and shameless, and not everyone can compare to him.

"There are many homosexuals in the entertainment industry," Luo Li didn't care much. "After all, Mr. Yuan is 28 years old this year, and he has hardly had any scandals with any female stars. People on Weibo say that he is either secretly married or in the closet."

Xiao Ziyu: "In the closet?"

"It's a gay." Luo Li said with certainty.

Xiao Ziyu was still a little dazed until he changed his clothes and waited in the backstage. After careful consideration, he quietly took out his mobile phone and searched for the words "Yuan Heng secretly married". A large number of related entries came out. Xiao Ziyu gritted his teeth and deleted them, then entered "Yuan Heng secretly married" again.

The people below were analyzing very clearly, just like writing a novel, which was even more exciting than a storybook. Xiao Ziyu couldn't help but read it while feeling ashamed. He soon reached the end of the page. His hand shook and he accidentally touched the link next to it. The disgusting interface popped up with a sound.

He was already feeling guilty, so he turned down the volume as quickly as possible. Before he could figure out how to turn off that disgusting thing, a pair of black boots with gold decoration appeared in front of him.

"White Socks Zone?" Yuan Heng read out the words he accidentally saw, "Xiao Nanzhu, you have a very rich private life."