Chapter 48

The wind in the dog days of summer is also hot, and it can’t cool my burning ears at all.

Xiao Ziyu just kept walking with his head down and almost bumped into a tree twice. Yuan Heng pulled him to his side and grabbed his arm.

The lights in the banquet hall not far away were on, and he could vaguely make out the faces of familiar people. Xiao Ziyu became nervous and said, "Let me go."

Yuan Heng didn't move: "Why are you hiding from me?"

They hid in the shadows, but Xiao Ziyu felt ashamed of being exposed in front of others: "I didn't..."

As they were about to be dragged into the light, Xiao Ziyu took a deep breath and almost wanted to close his eyes, but Yuan Heng suddenly let him go and greeted the director naturally, "Director Yang."

He had never worked with Director Yang before, but they had attended meetings together, so they knew each other by chance. The actors around also came over, looking for opportunities to chat.

Xiao Ziyu saw him socializing under the spotlight, looking very comfortable with the situation, without any trace of the rogue look he had just shown.

He gritted his teeth and turned his eyes away: "A beast in human clothing."

Luo Li didn't expect to see the big boss here, and was a little shocked: "Why is Teacher Yuan here?"

Xiao Ziyu tried to explain: "Maybe he knows Director Yang."

"That's impossible," Luo Li said. "Teacher Yuan knows so many people. If he meets them all, he won't have to go to work."

He approached Xiao Ziyu mysteriously and said, "Tell me... Is it because of the little actor who just finished filming?"

Xiao Ziyu, who had just finished filming, said expressionlessly, "Maybe."

"Didn't Mr. Yuan attend an auction in France a few days ago?" Luo Li suddenly realized, "Could it be that he was buying a wrap-up gift for his girlfriend?"

"That makes sense." Xiao Ziyu's palms were sweating.

Luo Li hadn't finished speaking yet: "Teacher Yuan is here in person to support the show, the little actress must be stunningly beautiful..."

"Your friend is calling you over there," Xiao Ziyu pushed him, "Stop standing here."

The group of people partied until the early morning and took a group photo at the end. When the show was over, Zhou Qilin came to him as usual and asked if he wanted to share a ride back together. After seeing Yuan Heng, he reacted, greeted him from a distance, and left.

Yuan Heng called a taxi, and when driving out of the set, Xiao Ziyu looked out through the glass. He had only been here for two months, but he had unknowingly retained many memories.

He remembered clearly the gravel road where the nanny car had parked, the rest shed where Director Yang explained the play to them, the recliners where they lay while memorizing their lines, and even the tree under which they had eaten their lunch boxes and which tree had the most beautiful sunset clouds.

Integrate into an environment, meet a group of friends, spend time together simply for a while, and then separate, leaving a mark in each other's hearts. This was an experience he had never had in his previous life.

The bustling curtain falls, people come and go, but the heart is filled with the hustle and bustle.

friend. Xiao Ziyu repeated the word silently.

Seeing him staring out the window absentmindedly, Yuan Heng pinched the ends of his hair and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"Thinking about what happened during this period," Xiao Ziyu said truthfully, "I feel a little reluctant."

Yuan Heng had experienced all of these, but he had only a superficial relationship with people and was not good at talking about deep things, so his feelings were not that profound.

After a while, Xiao Ziyu came back to his senses and said a little embarrassedly: "I lost my composure."

He felt the ends of his hair being pulled. Yuan Heng pulled him around and said in a voice that sounded somewhat unhappy for being ignored: "Then forget it."

Xiao Ziyu was in a good mood, so he didn't argue with him and said gently, "I said goodbye to them, but I went home with you. Are you not satisfied with that?"

Yuan Heng's breathing stagnated and he twirled the hair in his hand, suspecting that Xiao Ziyu had become more capable of controlling him after filming a movie.

The car took them back to the hotel. As soon as they entered the door, Yuan Heng started to suffer from his occupational disease. He said that the lobby design was not good, the layout was not grand enough, and the reception was not professional enough. He found fault and pointed out many omissions.

This is not Wanyi, and he might get beaten if he continued talking. Xiao Ziyu led him away, "Do you want to go to the bar?"

What's so good about the drinking fountain? Yuan Heng felt that this hotel was not suitable for him, but when he thought about how Xiao Ziyu almost let the long-haired dog chat up here, he condescended to say, "Then let's go and take a look."

It was getting late and neither of them felt sleepy. Yuan Heng ordered a bottle of wine to help him sleep. While communicating with the waiter, Xiao Ziyu heard that deep guttural sound again.

He tried to imitate, but couldn't get it right, so he humbly asked, "What did that sentence just now mean?"

Yuan Heng: "I'm asking him about the vintage of the wine."

Xiao Ziyu stretched out his hand, curiously touched his throat, and pinched it: "Say it again."

"..." Yuan Heng's eyes darkened slightly, and he restrained himself and moved his fingers upwards to his chin, "Here."

Before Xiao Ziyu could react, a low and elegant sentence entered his ears, and his fingertips felt a little itchy. He withdrew his hand as if he had received an electric shock, and said in an attempt to cover up his mistake, "Very impressive."

"This is the French uvular sound," Yuan Heng chuckled, touching his chin with his hand with unsatisfied feeling.

The music in the bar was low and the lights were a clear blue, illuminating only a square area in the middle of the table, as if trapping the two of them in one place. Xiao Ziyu stared at the transparent glass, hiding his discomfort, "What does this sentence mean?"

"This is my friend," Yuan Heng said, "You can introduce me to others like this."

"Wosimunawi..." Xiao Ziyu imitated, the sound lingering in his mouth, but he could not imitate Yuan Heng's low voice.

The waiter brought the red wine and the decanter, and Yuan Heng poured him a glass: "Drink some?"

Just as they were about to clink glasses, a loud voice came from behind: "Wow wow wow, my sweety angel!"

Xiao Ziyu roughly understood what was said, but he didn't dare to believe the other party's straightforwardness. He turned around and saw the handsome Russian boy, Eric, whom he met at the bar a few weeks ago.

The long-haired dog mentioned by Yuan Heng.

Today Eric tied up his slightly longer bangs, forming a small bun at the back of his head. His gray-blue eyes were particularly clear, and they were smiling under the light.

Today he had no companions by his side, and stood by the table, leaning forward, lazy and easy-going: "Baby, what are you drinking?"

Without waiting for Xiao Ziyu to remind him, he noticed Yuan Heng and his blue eyes widened instantly. People of Caucasian descent have three-dimensional facial features, and even the slightest expressions appear exaggerated. At this moment, it was as if he had seen something extraordinary. He took a few steps back, pointed at Yuan Heng and spoke incoherently: "You, you..."

I tried to find the right Chinese word for "you" for a long time, so I managed to say: "The evil dragon that kidnapped the princess!"

Last time in the video, it was this man who threatened him severely, saying that he was the sweetheart’s husband and asked him to stay away from the sweetheart.

Eric glanced at the red wine on the table and Yuan Heng, who looked exhausted, and quickly figured out the current situation. Maybe this evil dragon came all the way here to meet the beauty, but he didn't even dare to drink whiskey. That's too boring.

No whiskey no sex, Eric reasonably inferred that Mr. Dragon did not get the sweetheart, he still has a chance!

Being a nation that loves to stir up trouble, Eric raised his eyebrows at Xiao Ziyu: "Baby, who is he to you?"

Since the topic has been brought up, Xiao Ziyu immediately said: "Wosi Munawei."

Although he didn't know why his sweetheart spoke French, since Eastern Europeans were all language freaks, Eric still understood it and was a little incredulous: "Mari?"

Xiao Ziyu recalled the pronunciation and said with certainty: "Mari!"

Eric couldn't stand it anymore and shouted in Chinese: "Is he really your husband?!"

Xiao Ziyu suddenly reacted: "What?"

Yuan Heng stood up suddenly, and this time he spoke in real Russian, with his tone becoming a little colder: "If you don't want your passport confiscated, don't come and flirt with my lover again."

Eric was not convinced and spoke in a Northeastern accent: "You are too controlling. I just want to be friends with him!"

Xiao Ziyu only understood half of what he heard, but he didn't want Yuan Heng to quarrel with others in such a place, so he put his hand on his forearm and reminded him softly: "Yuan Heng."

Through a layer of shirt, the muscles in his arms were tense, ready to strike. Yuan Heng lowered his eyes to the top of his head and gradually relaxed.

"Sir," Xiao Ziyu said to Eric politely, "I don't know you. Maybe you got the wrong person."

"It's no wonder that we meet each other," Eric put two fingers together and waved them between his brows, giving him a half-salute, "Maybe we'll have a chance to meet in the future."

After saying that, he ran into the dark corridor and disappeared.

Xiao Ziyu felt the muscles in his palms about to bulge again, so he quickly patted them to comfort them. He didn't even bother drinking anymore, and waved to the waiter, "Can you pack it up for me?"

Being in a public place, or being a public figure, Xiao Ziyu still had lingering fears. As soon as the elevator door closed, he said, "You shouldn't lose your temper with him."

"You're the one who didn't lose your temper," Yuan Heng snorted coldly, "You don't even know that someone is taking advantage of you."

After swiping the card to enter the room, Xiao Ziyu placed the red wine on the table, making a thumping sound.

He had been feeling confused ever since the wrap party ended, and he finally couldn't help but say, "He was right in one thing. You are too controlling."

This sentence aroused the anger, and Yuan Heng approached and forced the man into a corner. The black shirt was already a little wrinkled, and now Xiao Ziyu had left some more marks on it.

Xiao Ziyu raised his head and glared at him, his voice not afraid at all: "What are you going to do!"

Yuan Heng raised his hand and stroked the hair on the back of his head, and with a slight force he tilted his neck back. He thought of the article he had read online not long ago, "They are right, they really should have marked you."

Xiao Ziyu was stunned: "What do you want to do to me?"

Yuan Heng pushed aside his long hair and pinched the back of his neck. Xiao Ziyu felt numb, but couldn't move. He subconsciously clenched the cloth in his hand: "Don't touch here."

Yuan Heng refused and wanted not only to touch her but also to kiss her. A pair of arms as strong as iron pressed on Xiao Ziyu's back and locked him in his arms, and his lips covered his soft skin.

Xiao Ziyu snorted, and his body trembled uncontrollably. It was a very strange feeling, numb and itchy, and a small piece of flesh on the back of his neck turned red and hot. He was afraid that he would drown, so he pushed the person in front of him away.

Yuan Heng bumped into the wall and felt a pain in his shoulder blade, but he didn't care. He wiped the corner of his lips with his thumb and continued to move.

The two of them were pulling and tugging at each other as if they were fighting, but he underestimated Xiao Ziyu's strength and overestimated his own ability. While they were pushing and shoving, the door behind him opened, and Xiao Ziyu actually pushed him out and slammed the door.

Yuan Heng: "..."

His shirt was wrinkled and there was a red cut on his neck, making him look like a cheating man who was kicked out of the house after the passionate affair.

What's even worse is that his wallet and cell phone were in the room, and he couldn't find anything on his body to prove his identity. Moreover, he had just criticized the hotel front desk, and if he went out like this, it would probably irritate the receptionist to the point of calling the police.

Yuan Heng had been arrogant for nearly thirty years, but this was the first time he had suffered a setback and was in a very embarrassing situation.

He knocked on the door and said in a low voice: "Xiao Ziyu."

There was no movement from inside the door. There was not even the sound of footsteps, which meant that Xiao Ziyu was behind the door and had not left yet.

Forcing a gifted child of destiny to admit his mistakes was like breaking his bones and clipping his wings. After nearly thirty years of arrogance, Yuan Heng bowed his head for the first time.

He took a deep breath: "Xiao Ziyu."

"Xiao Ziyu, I was wrong."

After another while, just as Yuan Heng was about to climb out of the window at the end of the corridor, the door opened a crack, and a thin white wrist stretched out and pulled him in.

The big dog was thrown out.