Chapter 39

Zhao Wenxu sat upright on the sofa, wearing a suit and leather shoes, with his hair parted at the back, revealing a smooth forehead, and a calm and cold temperament.

He nodded slightly: "Long time no see."

"Brother! Sit here." Curly didn't want to be ignored, so he took the initiative to interrupt the topic, clinging to the young man's sleeve, and pulled Xia Yan to sit next to him.

The man opposite sneered: "Childish."

Curly's puppy eyes were half-closed, looking innocent and pitiful, but there was the same cold light in his eyes. He thought, so what if it's childish? It's useful.

There was an undercurrent between the two people, and a glance was a fight.

Xia Yan knew nothing about it.

He picked up the glass of fruit wine in front of him and took a sip. The sweetness of the fruit and the spicy taste of the wine instantly burst on the tip of his tongue, making his turbid thoughts clear.

First of all, the character still needs to be maintained.

The points for each mission are very precious. He has been acting for more than a year and it is impossible to give up at the last minute.

Secondly, Tu Xi’s black material cannot be exposed.

Not to mention that he kept courting death and deliberately flirted with him for the sake of his character, making him feel insecure and causing him to send people to follow him. Let’s talk about

the World Pillar Mission.

Once Tu Xi’s black material is entangled and he loses the Best Actor Award, the whole world will collapse.

All his points are gone! ! !

Absolutely not! ! !

On the other hand, Xia Yan also didn't want Tu Xi to fall into the abyss and never get up... For someone who loves acting, it's too cruel.

The young man took another sip of wine, and the transparent goblet, filled with pink liquid, rippled slightly.

As time passed, the summer heat gradually dissipated, and the autumn wind blew from the north. There was no air conditioning in the box, and it was a little stuffy.

Xia Yan unbuttoned the top button of his collar, revealing a small piece of delicate collarbone. He rolled up his sleeves casually, his movements casual and neat.

"Where is the information?"

Zhao Wenxu pushed a folder over: "Here."

The young man took it and started reading from the first page.

The documents were very detailed, and it was obvious that they had spent a lot of money on them. From the first time Tu Xi asked Huang Jiancheng to track him, to the time of each meeting, the transaction records were all clear.

Knowing the ending, it was easy to reverse the process.

Why would the previous ambiguous object clarify for himself online? Why could he post photos that the bar owner didn't have to prove his innocence? Why did he firmly believe that he didn't cheat...

Because, from beginning to end, he was looking at himself. He

knew everything about himself.

So this time, the live broadcast of ambiguous text messages... Xia Yan turned on his phone, and as expected, someone on the Internet had already started speaking for him, presenting evidence that he had opened a second account.

There were too many scandals about Xia Yan on the Internet, and after several reversals, netizens had become more cautious.

Even though he said some scumbag quotes during the live broadcast, he didn't receive much resistance.

After someone clarified the matter, netizens were relieved.

There was a sense of satisfaction of "see, I guessed right."

Xia Yan: "..." Forget it, it was expected.

Zhao Wenxu looked at the young man inconspicuously. The other party's expression was very calm from beginning to end, with a lazy smile at the corner of his lips, and a bit of complacency and satisfaction in his eyes.

It was as if he was not reading the boyfriend's tracking report, but a high-quality script resource.

For some reason, Zhao Wenxu had a bad feeling in his heart.

Compared to him, Curly was even more impatient, and his coquettish expression couldn't hide the hostility between his brows: "Brother! Tu Xi is really too much, how can he not believe his brother?"

The young man chuckled: "Isn't this good?" "

?"

"All this is because of his love for me, he is really fascinated by me." The smile on the young man's face grew bigger, with a bit of condescending pampering, "He is a bad boy who loves to act coquettishly."

"???" Curly's Adam's apple rolled, "But he did something wrong."

"As my boyfriend, Tu Xi should have special privileges."

The young man took out the documents and lit them with the lighter provided in the box under the astonished gaze of the two. The flames reflected his face, and he was like this fire. He knew that he would be hurt if he touched it, but he still couldn't help but get closer.

"I don't want anyone other than us to know about this. You will do it, right?" Xia Yan tilted his head, smiling, but with a threat hidden in his eyes, he glanced at the two of them with a warning.

Zhao Wenxu's face was cold and gloomy.

Chu Zizhe couldn't hold back his coquettish look, revealing his true carnivorous side. He said the truth in his heart in a teasing tone: "Brother, what if I say I can't do it."

"Ah! That's a bit troublesome."

"..."

"But aren't you my fan? As a fan, don't you think it's too much to embarrass your idol?" Xia Yan stretched out his hand, grabbed the curly hair, and forced it in front of his eyes, looking at the baby face so close, "You should be obedient and make me happy."

His tone was calm, and he wanted to control others lightly.

"Brother, you're too much." The smile on Chu Zizhe's face disappeared completely. His long-term exercised body and innate strong physique made it easy for him to suppress the young man.

He pressed the young man into the sofa, sat on him, and raised his hands above his head: "I really hate it when people grab my hair, but I always tolerate it because he's my brother."

Xia Yan: "???"

Fuck! He's done for!

He struggled hard, and his shirt was pulled out of his belt, revealing a thin waist. His snow-white skin seemed to be reflecting light on the black sofa.

But the man on his body was motionless, like a mountain.

Xia Yan's strength is definitely not small, but the people in this world... why do they all have strange strength?

He is not good at fighting, so he can only outsmart others.

Just follow the original routine.

Xia Yan said so in his heart.

His outward performance was as relaxed as ever. Although he was obviously at a disadvantage, his momentum did not diminish at all: "Are you going to use force to make me surrender now?"

"I..." Curly's fingers twitched, and his expression was uncertain.

Too tempting, if I lower my head, I can kiss him; if I close the door, I can get him; no, there is another person in the box... Chu Zize looked at Zhao Wenxu.

The man was holding a glass of wine, and he didn't seem to care about anything.

But he knew that if he really did more, he would be stopped by him.

Zhao Wenxu just let himself test the bottom line of the young man. He also wanted to pull Tu Xi down, but didn't want to offend the young man, so he let himself be the ugly man.

Insidious guy.

Chu Zize was in a dilemma.

"I really hate fans like you." The young man's voice was very low, and he seemed to be just mumbling to himself, but in the silent box, the two of them could hear it clearly.

Xia Yan: "For some inexplicable reasons, you fell in love with a person you didn't know at all, and you reflected your admiration on me, and placed your hopes on me without authorization, and then you were disappointed because I didn't meet your hopes."

"No, I just... like you."

"What do you like about me?"

"..."

"Can't you tell me?"

"..."

"Your love is really worthless." Xia Yan said contemptuously: "The relationship between Tu Xi and I doesn't need outsiders to interfere. Even if we break up, what does it have to do with you?"

"You don't think you can be my boyfriend, do you? That's ridiculous."

As the young man spoke one harsh word after another, Curly's strength gradually weakened, his eyes were red, and his dark green pupils were filled with a layer of hazy mist.

Chu Zize didn't know why he liked Xia Yan? It was just that the moment he saw him, it seemed that the fate he had been waiting for for a long time had quietly arrived.

Xia Yan struck while the iron was hot and pushed the man away.

The man stumbled and fell to the ground, looking as pitiful as a puppy abandoned by its owner.

"Brother."

"Shut up, you're making so much noise." Xia Yan stood up from the sofa, his clothes in disarray and with a hint of lust, "Chu Zizhe, I'm no longer interested in you."

He pulled out a tissue and slowly wiped his fingers.

After wiping all ten fingers, he threw the tissue into the trash can in disgust.

"You sent me so many messages on Weibo, but I ignored them all. You don't understand such a simple meaning?"

"..."

"Or do you think I didn't see it?"

"..."

"Finally, I'll warn you that you don't have to interfere in the affairs between Tu Xi and me." The young man tucked his shirt into his pants and took care of his appearance. He pushed open the door and took a last look at the two people in the box. "Don't make me hate you."

After saying that, he turned and left.

The two people in the box were left silent.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Wenxu lit a cigarette, and the faint smell of tobacco filled the air: "We lost, we lost to Tu Xi."

Curly Hair didn't say anything.

"I always thought that he didn't love Tu Xi."

If he loved her, how could he be ambiguous with someone else? But now it seems... Xia Yan obviously cares about him.

He said Tu Xi was a bad kid who liked to act coquettishly, but in Zhao Wenxu's opinion, this sentence was more like Xia Yan himself. Because Tu Xi was very busy with work, he deliberately went to the bar, hoping to attract Tu Xi's attention.

In this case, everything makes sense.

It seems that they met too late.

Zhao Wenxu is not a person who likes to gossip, and Xia Yan probably knows this, so he has been warning Chu Zize not to ruin Tu Xi's life.

As for the result...

How could Chu Zize refuse Xia Yan's request?

"I'm leaving."

Zhao Wenxu left the bar and drove aimlessly. Today is Wednesday, but he doesn't want to go to the company. Indescribable fatigue rises from the bottom of his heart.

He remembered the clothes he lent to Xia Yan. If he used that as an excuse, would they be able to meet again?

At noon, Zhao Wenxu returned to the villa.

It was lunch time, but no one was in the restaurant. The housekeeper took the coat and whispered, "The young master is painting in the greenhouse."

"I see."

Since the last card show, the situation of the two brothers has become a little subtle. During meals, Zhao Wenhan no longer chattered a lot and was very quiet.

Reality is simply an absurd joke.

The two brothers "made a fuss" for Xia Yan, but in the end no one got him.

Zhao Wenxu walked to the greenhouse, the warm sunlight shone down, the purple-red Phalaenopsis orchids were in full bloom, the sky was blue, and the young man in the sun, holding a paintbrush, was concentrating on painting an oil painting.

Clusters of flowers bloomed in harmony in the hands of the young man.

The beautiful and almost dreamy landscape painting has a false sense of peace. If you look closely, you can see the dark blood, broken hearts, and torn clothes in the corners.

Under the light, there is a cruel darkness,

just like their tense relationship.

Zhao Wenxu still remembers his brother's previous paintings, which were gentle and beautiful. In a way, paintings also reflect the painter's state of mind.

He stood there for too long, and Zhao Wenhan came back to his senses: "Brother, why are you here?"

"The housekeeper said you didn't have lunch."

"Sorry, I was painting and forgot the time. It just so happens that we are having lunch together now." The boy smiled obediently, "On the contrary, brother, didn't you go to the company today?"

Zhao Wenxu was silent for a moment: "I went out for something."

"Is it related to brother Xia Yan?" Zhao Wenhan blurted out, and after he finished speaking, a trace of panic flashed across his eyes, "Sorry, I didn't mean to pry into your private affairs."

"……"

"…………"

The two were silent.

Zhao Wenxu looked at his brother. He clearly said that he wanted to give up, but he couldn't help but pay attention to Xia Yan all the time. The slightest movement would make him prick up his ears.

It would be better to talk it out, Zhao Wenxu thought.

"Well, it has something to do with him."

"Is there, is there anything?"

"It's just that I suddenly realized that Xia Yan and Tu Xi's relationship can't be broken up for the time being." Zhao Wenxu said the pain lightly, "In the future--"

He was interrupted before he finished speaking.

Zhao Wenhan stood up suddenly, his body hit the picture frame, the oil painting fell to the ground, and the picture surface that had not yet dried was blurred. His voice was sharp: "Brother, do you want to give up?"

Zhao Wenxu was stunned: "Wenhan."

"Because he is my brother, I gave you the opportunity. You and Xia Yan are the two people I like most, so it’s okay for you two to be together, I can bless you. But...how can you give him to Tu Xi?"

The man frowned: "Xia Yan is not a good-for-nothing, he has his own preferences, he likes Tu Xi."

"Then grab him!"

"..."

"What is Tu Xi? A discarded son abandoned by the Tu family." Zhao Wenhan shouted: "With coercion, inducement, and money, can't we be better than him alone?"

Zhao Wenxu: "Xia Yan doesn't care about money."

"That's because what you gave wasn't enough."

Zhao Wenhan took out the words that Zhao Wenxu had used to persuade him.

"Wenhan." The man scolded loudly, and when he saw that his brother had slightly woken up from his crazy state, he rubbed his temples uncomfortably, "I'm sorry, it was my preconceived notion that Xia Yan was a materialistic person, and I gave you bad ideas, making you become like this now."

"Brother."

"Wenhan, Xia Yan is a person, not a toy." He said carefully, word by word: "We can pursue him, but we can't force him."

Zhao Wenhan bit his lips tightly, with red bloodshot faintly visible: "But if we can get him, what does it matter if I become a bad guy?"

"..."

"Lock him up, so that he can only see us, and can only rely on us..." The boy's fair face was flushed with excitement because of fantasy.

Zhao Wenxu was stunned for a moment: "I've thought about what you said."

"Then we..."

"Liking someone will make you want to hold him in your arms and keep him for yourself, but more importantly, we need to control our desires." Dark thoughts rolled in the darkness, and he looked at the young man obscurely, looking for an opportunity to strike.

The bar box is a private place.

As long as Chu Zizhe is convinced, it will be easy to get rid of him.

Even if Tu Xi wants to find someone, he can just insist that he has never seen him. What can the other party do to him? But at the critical moment, he gave up.

Compared to satisfying his own desires, he prefers to see the young man now. The wanton

exuding charm, playing with people's hearts from a high position, with complacency in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

Leopards are more suitable for running in vast fields than in narrow cages.

Zhao Wenhan called out hesitantly, "Brother."

"Don't think about it anymore, let's go eat. The future is long, there will always be opportunities."

"Okay." Zhao Wenhan nodded obediently, but he always felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. The future... is too far away.

What did his brother want to see Xia Yan for today? He wanted to know.

*

Xia Yan left the box, walked hurriedly to the parking lot, got in the car, closed the door, sealed the windows... After making sure that no one saw him, he relaxed in vain.

Like a salted fish, he lazily leaned his head on the steering wheel.

His car was still in the cafe. This car was driven away from Tu Xi's garage.

[System, how is my acting? 】

999 praised generously: [Very good. ]

[Chu Zizhe's sudden change of expression scared me. ] In Xia Yan's palm, it seemed as if the touch of the man's soft hair was still lingering, [But I have said so much, he should listen. ]

On the way to the bar, Xia Yan kept thinking about how to convince the two people.

Zhao Wenxu was okay. As the protagonist, he has always been taciturn. After he refused, he would definitely not spread the news like a gossip.

What he couldn't figure out was Chu Zizhe.

Chu Zizhe was a character that did not exist in the original plot. He was a bit talkative, and he was like a puppy that had not been weaned, always wanting the owner's attention.

What if he impulsively released the news.

It would be very bad for Tu Xi.

So when he was browsing Weibo and found out that the other party was his fan, he immediately thought of using his idol's identity to restrain him.

Everything Chu Zize did was to pull his idol out of the quagmire.

As long as he clearly stated that he didn't care about it, and if he

didn't want to be disliked by him, he would just be obedient. As a fan, he should be afraid of being disliked by his idol, right? He has tried his best. If it still doesn't work, then he can only think of another way to whitewash Tu Xi.

After a short rest, Xia Yan drove home.

During this time, he received a call from the director, saying that the first episode of "Heartbeat" will be broadcast on Maozhu TV at 8 o'clock tonight, and he should remember to watch it.

In addition, the eighth guest has been found, and filming will continue on "Love Island" the day after tomorrow.

Xia Yan nodded and said he understood.

Looking back at his performance in the variety show, he didn't work hard the whole time, just lying down. Even if it was broadcast, it had nothing to do with him.

However, he never expected that the fact that he made midnight snacks for Tu Xi would be edited into the program.

Xia Yan: "???" Shit!

The barrage was more excited than he was.

[If this is not love...]

[Tu Xi has confirmed her status as the queen. I never thought that my wife would feel sorry for me one day. I am so moved.]

[I also want to eat the noodles my wife made. They taste so good.]

...

Xia Yan clutched the pillow expressionlessly, his mouth twitching.

He has not retired from the entertainment industry yet, and this group of people who are crazy about whitewashing him have a vital responsibility.