"I'm going to announce my return to City B. Don't tell Jing Shaoci."

Yan Zixiu said this to Li Fengzhi when they left for the airport the next day.

Li Fengzhi opened his mouth to say something, but finally just nodded and said, "Okay, I won't tell Shi Yi either."

In fact, he knew very well in his heart that the reason why Zixiu made an excuse to go back was because he missed Mr. Jing.

After arriving in City B, Yan Zixiu returned to the small house he rented and did not go to Jing's house.

At this time, Jing Shaoci had just returned from the group headquarters. As soon as he got home, he washed his hands and went to the baby room.

Xie Chongyun, who was sitting in the crib and playing with educational blocks, was picked up like this. Then he looked at Jing Shaoci and called out incoherently: "Brother, brother."

Jing Shaoci gently rubbed his face with his index finger, then hooked the red string around his neck and took out the jade pendant.

He looked down and stroked his jade face with his thumb.

After an unknown amount of time, Jing Shaoci said in a low voice: "I thought this jade pendant was given to me."

Xie Chongyun didn't understand what he was saying, so he stared at him with a pair of black grape-like eyes.

It was only after Yan Zixiu left that Jing Shaoci realized that he could only rely on this jade pendant to remind him of Yan Zixiu.

He looked at it quietly for a while, then lowered his head and kissed it.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but in addition to the milky scent of Xie Chongyun, the jade pendant also has the unique scent of qingtan that belongs to that person.

Jing Shaoci missed Yan Zixiu so much that his heart ached, but apart from two messages every morning and evening, he didn't even have the courage to call him.

Because he cared too much, he was extremely afraid of being disliked.

Fortunately, his lover was a star, so he could see new news every day on the Internet.

Yan Zixiu ate something casually, and then started reading the script, but he sat on the sofa until midnight and didn't even turn two pages of the script in his hand.

Han Xiangchen kept watching his expression until Yan Zixiu disappeared from the sofa in an instant.

He smiled knowingly, then turned around and went back to the bedroom.

When Yan Zixiu appeared at the Jing family's house, the light in Jing Shaoci's room had been turned off.

He walked to the bedside silently, then lowered his eyes and looked quietly at the person lying on it.

Yan Zixiu looked for a while, then sat down on the bedside silently.

Through the quilt, he put his hand on the back of Jing Shaoci's hand, and said in his heart: You've lost weight.

He receives two messages every day, but never replies.

Yan Zixiu knows that Jing Shaoci will be sad, but he has never felt better.

Now, he finally understands what his master once said -

the word love is the most heartbreaking.

He is not afraid of anything, but every time Jing Shaoci says she loves him, he subconsciously wants to retreat.

Because he could never respond to him, and could not give Jing Shaoci a lifetime of tenderness and love.

Yan Zixiu felt a cut in his heart, and bright red blood flowed in the dark night.

He slowly raised his hand and placed it on the side of Jing Shaoci's face with the lightest movement.

If it were not for finding his master, he thought, he would be willing.

He could spend his whole life with Jing Shaoci, a mortal, without seeking immortality or the great way.

But in this world, he is the only one who is not qualified to say love.

Just when the recurring guilt was about to swallow him up, his wrist was suddenly grabbed by a big hand.

Yan Zixiu was about to pull his hand back subconsciously, but Jing Shaoci shouted these two words in a trembling voice: "Don't go!"

Yan Zixiu only felt that the fingers holding his wrist hurt his bones, as if he had used all his strength.

"I won't open my eyes, don't leave."

Jing Shaoci's tone was almost begging. No matter how hard-hearted Yan Zixiu was, he couldn't cruelly force the other party to let go.

After feeling that he gave up the struggle, Jing Shaoci moved his hand up and wrapped his fingertips in his palm.

"Every time I hold your hand, I think, it would be great if it could be like this for the rest of my life."

Jing Shaoci pressed his hand to his heart and spoke slowly, word by word.

"I always feel that you are a gift from God, even though..." A bitter arc appeared at the corner of his lips, "even though you don't belong to me."

Jing Shaoci's tone was full of love and cherishment, but Yan Zixiu felt only sadness in his heart.

"Do you think I really did some great merits in my last life, so that I can meet you in this life?"

Yan Zixiu's fingers curled up suddenly, and he deliberately said in a very cold tone: "If you really did some great merits, the way of heaven will definitely give you a perfect life, and it will never be someone like me."

"But if it's not you, no one in this world will make me feel perfect."

Yan Zixiu began to remain silent, because he didn't know how to respond to the other party's sincere love.

After an unknown amount of time, Jing Shaoci tentatively asked, "Actually, you have me in your heart, right?" If not for this reason, why

would you sneak over to see him in the middle of the night? Yan Zixiu withdrew his hand, stood up and looked at him coldly and said, "I've said that your future wife will be virtuous and beautiful, and will be a perfect match for you." Jing Shaoci opened his eyes, looked at him and asked, "Then how do you know it won't be you?" "You..." "Is it because you are not virtuous enough, or not beautiful enough?" Jing Shaoci asked righteously, "Second marriages can be remarried, and divorce and remarriage are not uncommon at all." Yan Zixiu looked at him, frowned and scolded coldly, " You are making excuses." Jing Shaoci threw back the quilt, stood up and grabbed his waist and said, "Then tell me, what's wrong." Yan Zixiu stared at him and gritted his teeth and said, "Let go." "No." When it comes to skin-to-skin intimacy, Jing Shaoci has always been tough and never gives in.

The two of them were in a situation where they couldn't fight and couldn't scold.

If it was anyone else, Yan Zixiu would have made him reincarnate three times.

"Jing Shaoci, don't push your luck."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jing Shaoci's arms pressed him into his arms more forcefully.

"Every inch of your body, I want to push not only an inch, but a yard."

Jing Shaoci said and bit his earlobe. Suddenly, a strange numbness quickly rose from Yan Zixiu's lower back and rushed directly to his neck.

This feeling of lust was too unfamiliar to Yan Tianshi, who had always been focused on cultivation and didn't care about the world.

He only knew that he was uncomfortable, and very uncomfortable.

If Jing Shaoci knew that Yan Zixiu was blushing now, he would definitely turn on the light first, and then press him on the bed to see it clearly.

That night, Yan Zixiu did not return to the rental house.

The next morning, the crew of "Asking the Dao to Heaven" released the makeup photos.

Yan Zixiu's photo was ranked after the male lead, even one position higher than the female lead Ling Qian.

In the photo, Yan Zixiu was wearing the clothes of a direct disciple of the Supreme Immortal Sect. The blue and white robe looked like the first snow, and his long black hair was as long as a silk and reached his waist. He stood out like a jade god.

In the picture, he closed his eyes slightly, with an expression that was cold and sharp. The cold light from his eyebrows and eyes seemed to make people smell the blood on the tip of the knife.

[Yan Zixiu's Luo Junshi suddenly made me feel that the plot was not very scientific. It is impossible for the male protagonist to grow up to be a straight man with this face since childhood.]

[It feels like that!! I am ready to be imprisoned by the senior brother!!]

[Brothers and sisters!! The material for dreaming tonight is already in place!!]

At this time, Jing Shaoci was holding Luo Junshi's "self", and his big hand could not help but reach in along the hem of his pajamas.

Although he was very bold, he only dared to touch for a short while, and then pulled his hand back reluctantly.

Jing Shaoci held Yan Zixiu in his arms again, and then clicked forward on his mobile phone -

Jing Shaoci: [My elegant young master, clever as a god. ]

Less than half an hour later, this Weibo post directly rushed to the top of the hot search.

[In my lifetime, my Xiu Ci CP is actually in business!! (Covering my mouth and bursting into tears)]

[Swear to defend the banner of the stunning couple! No rebuttal will be accepted! ]

[It is hard to imagine that the president of Yunsheng Group faces the temptation of Yan Zixiu's looks every day. What kind of amazing willpower must he use to get through it. ]

[It’s okay. If you can’t get through it with willpower, it’s the same for other things (squinting smile). ]

[This broken car is really uncivilized. Do the ladies upstairs have no pen or keyboard? Can’t they drive it a little longer? ! ]

Jing Shao Ci saw several comments and itched to like them, but considering the anger value of his little Taoist priest, he didn’t dare to do it.

The biggest beneficiary of this incident is the crew of "Pointing to Heaven and Asking Dao". They haven't even had time to spend marketing money, but the overwhelming popularity has come.

Yan Zixiu received a call from Li Fengzhi just after washing up. After hearing the whole story, his fists hardened instantly.

But Jing Shaoci's Weibo post has already been published, and deleting it now will only make it more obvious.

He picked up his phone and clicked on Jing Shaoci's Weibo homepage. As a result, when he was scrolling down, he clicked the "like" button.

Although he pressed the thumbs-up symbol again within two seconds, it can't be faster than the memory of the Internet.

This wave of love show, the two CPs celebrated the New Year on the spot.

Jing Shaoci knew that someone would settle the score after waking up, so he hid in the study early.

When Xie Guanxin saw Yan Zixiu in the restaurant, she was immediately surprised and asked, "Xiu Xiu, when did you come back?"

Yan Zixiu felt a little embarrassed when he mentioned this topic.

He cleared his throat, then lowered his head slightly and said, "At midnight yesterday."

Xie Guanxin smiled and took his hand, looking at him and said, "That little Ci must be so happy."

Yan Zixiu didn't know how to respond to her, so he had to remain silent.

After Jing Shaoci and Jing Fengyi came out of the study, the family sat together to eat.

Yan Zixiu just picked up the chopsticks, and Xie Chongyun, who was sitting in the baby chair, suddenly raised her arms and stretched them towards him.

"Sister-in-law, hug, hug."

Yan Zixiu was stunned for a moment. The name Xie Chongyun gave him was like a silver needle piercing his head, and even his neck was numb.

Xie Wanxin tried to suppress her laughter silently, but Jing Fengyi glanced at his son.

Because Jing Shaoci would look at the jade pendant every day after work, and every time he looked at it, he would tell Xie Chongyun that it was given by your sister-in-law.

Over time, little Xie Chongyun learned this word.

Yan Zixiu didn't want to accept this title, so he just pretended not to hear it.

As a result, when Xie Chongyun saw that he ignored him, he suddenly became a little unwilling.

"Sister-in-law, hold me, brother, eat..."

Xie Chongyun jumped out of his mouth word by word, and in the end, he didn't know if he was anxious, and he shouted clearly and loudly: "Sister-in-law!"

"Tsk——" Xie Wanxin couldn't bear it anymore and burst out laughing.

Finally, Xie Chongyun finally got what he wanted and sat in Yan Zixiu's arms to eat complementary food.

With new hatred and old grudges, Yan Zixiu glanced at Jing Shaoci and almost crushed the handle of the feeding spoon on the spot.

Seeing this, Jing Shaoci wanted to take over Xie Chongyun, but was avoided by the big and small at the same time.

After dinner, Yan Zixiu went straight back to the rental house, and Jing Shaoci did not dare to stop him.

"Sir." After hearing the sound of the door opening, Han Xiangchen came out to greet him.

Yan Zixiu nodded lightly, and when he was about to pick up the things on the table, Han Xiangchen suddenly said something.

"When you met Mr. Jing, did you understand the inner feelings of the character Luo Junshi?"

Yan Zixiu looked at him, and his body began to tense from top to bottom.

"Mr. Jing has always been open about his love for you, which is definitely not in line with Luo Junshi's." Han Xiangchen smiled and continued, "But your repression of loving but not being able to express it is similar to Luo Junshi's."

Yan Zixiu had never been exposed so bluntly before. Even Jing Shaoci only dared to confirm it with him cautiously.

After an unknown amount of time, he said coldly, "That's different."

Han Xiangchen was not afraid either. He still kept smiling and said, "What if one day you find out that he doesn't love you anymore?"

He walked towards Yan Zixiu and asked seriously, "Wouldn't you want to imprison Mr. Jing forever like Luo Junshi did to Lin Xingran?"

This sentence completely brought out the darkest side of Yan Zixiu's heart.