Chapter 17 Shen Jixing, why don’t you try to act coquettishly again?

Zhou Yili tilted his head and bit open a bottle of wine.

He tilted his head back and let the heat of the whiskey roll through his throat. His protruding Adam's apple moved sharply up and down, and he sneered coldly with no emotion in his tone.

"He is not my sweetheart at all."

How could Shen Jixing be his sweetheart?

"That's right." The friend shook the wine in his hand and chuckled, "After all, we haven't been in touch for a long time."

"So it should be Bai Yueguang now?"

“…”

Zhou Yili raised his narrow and impatient eyes, raised his leg and kicked him, "Sikong Xiu, do you owe me?"

The man smiled silently with his foxy eyes.

"Okay, okay, I won't say any more."

It’s not their fault that they always like to tease the young master.

The young man at that time was indeed reckless and frivolous, so enthusiastic that he wanted to tell the world about it.

How much does he like that dear teacher Shen?

Like a cocky little lion cub, as long as the other party extends a finger in a cool manner.

He wanted so badly to rush over, hug her fingertips and kiss and nibble on them.

It’s a pity that the more unforgettable it was at the beginning, the more hurt it became later.

"I'm not a jerk."

Zhou Yili leaned lazily on the booth, holding a half-full bottle of whiskey in one hand. The brilliant light shone on his blue hair, blurring his facial features into a sharp and wild look.

He rubbed the skin behind the ear bone with his fingertips.

Behind the gleaming black diamond on the ear bone, there is a uneven scar.

That was the cut from the wine glass breaking on his head.

Zhou Yili's eyelashes drooped indifferently, and the emotions in his black eyes were like flames and ashes.

He snorted, "I still like him."

He is not a jerk, he even likes Shen Jixing.

"The cell phone is ringing." Sikong Xiu reminded him.

Zhou Yili glanced at the screen and heard the notification sound of an email.

【Shidai Zhouyu—Xiaofang】: Oh my god, Master Zhou, you are so handsome!!! You are the marketing account of the whole network with just one move. If you are secretly a fan of actor Shen to this extent, you are the No.1 among our fans!!!

Zhou Yili: “…”

He moved his finger slightly and made the call.

The first thing he said was impatient, "Are you sick? You will be remembered forever."

Immortal: "..."

He became anxious again.

But this time she really misunderstood.

"It's not you." Xiaofang just received a message from the headquarters, "It's actually Mr. Shen, Mr. Shen is so handsome!!!"

“…”

Zhou Yili leaned against the booth and sneered, "Is he a giant baby? He can't even handle this matter himself, and he still needs someone to feed him mouthful by mouthful?"

He wanted to distance himself from the matter.

But Xiaofang was the iron plate he had kicked.

She grasped the key point sharply, "So you are doing this interview just for Mr. Shen, right? You still refuse to admit it, right? You are exposed now, right?"

Zhou Yili's blood pressure soared.

He was unexpectedly pulled back to the celebration party when he was interviewed today.

It seemed that his mood was not so stable and he didn't want to say too much.

"Get lost, I'm dead."

This man is not gentle at all towards girls.

But Xiaofang didn't care. She turned around and gossiped with her colleagues, "Actor Shen should be broke now. I heard that he took the initiative to cancel several luxury endorsements and paid a huge penalty..."

A colleague gently touched her head and said, "We have a monthly salary of 5,000 yuan, so don't worry about the top stream."

Xiaofang said: "If I help my idol right now, can I touch his hand at the same time... Hehehe."

Zhou Yili's hand paused slightly as he hung up the phone.

He listened to the obscene laughter coming from the other end, almost mockingly, "Legends will last forever, ideals and wishful thinking are still..."

"Hey, you haven't hung up yet?"

As Xiaofang's voice rang, a busy tone sounded the next second.

Zhou Yili threw his cell phone onto the table.

"How come I chose this stupid female reporter for both interviews?"

He tilted his head back and took a sip of the hot whiskey, the veins on his slender neck throbbing with stimulation.

The next second, the phone rang again.

Zhou Yili glanced lazily, with a lingering sense of hostility around him.

"Did he get hit by a bomb today?" whispered a friend.

No matter who sent the message at this moment, if they offend Zhou Yili, they will die a miserable death.

Sikong Xiu was playing Candy Crush with his long legs bent. Hearing this, he bent his foxy eyes and said with a lazy smile, "This is what happened when Bai Yueguang was involved."

Zhou Yili glanced at him coldly, "Bai Yueguang is not done yet, right?"

Then he lowered his eyes and glanced.

【S】：When will you be home?

[S]: I'm waiting for you.

“…”

…

After Sheng Que finished screaming, he jumped down from the stage.

Zhou Yili was walking out of the bar with one hand in his pocket. His elegant shirt was fluttering in an arc, and there was a faint sneer on the corner of his lips.

Sheng Que squinted his eyes and looked carefully at the subway master.

That's right.

Zhou Yili was indeed opening the screen.

"Why did he run away and be so happy like an idiot?"

Sheng Que sat down and poured a glass of wine. His brother's happiness would obviously make his brother unhappy.

"Didn't he want to scold every dog ​​he saw on the street today?"

Si Kong Xiu got through it and smiled, "Now he probably wants to kiss every dog ​​on the street."

Sheng Que frowned, "Eh, how disgusting."

Then he picked up his suit jacket and touched his phone, then suddenly paused.

"Where's my card???"

My friends all shook their heads innocently and were as quiet as chickens.

Sheng Que flipped through it again, "No, where's my card???"

Si Kong Xiu entered the next level of Happy Candy Crush and took the time to wink at him with his seductive fox eyes, "Guess?"

Sheng Que: “???”

"It's here, Master Sheng."

The pretty bunny girl waitress hands over the noble black card.

"Your total consumption this time is 1,003,580, which has been settled."

Three seconds later, Sheng Que made a sharp explosion.

He didn't care about the money, but about his knees.

Sheng Que wrapped his head with his suit jacket, and grumbled, "Sooner or later only one of him and Zhou Yili will survive," while the dog sneaked out of the bar.

His head hit the man.

Sheng Que bowed his head and said, "I'll let you pass for a little while."

All that was visible were black leather shoes, with slender ankles beneath dress trousers.

Sheng Que suddenly felt that this leg looked familiar.

He raised his head slowly and met a pair of black eyes as cold as an icy pond.

“…”

over.

"Call someone." Fu Chen said.

"...Uncle."

Sheng Que put on a simple and lively smile, trying to greet the man in a suit in a cheerful manner.

"Uncle, what a coincidence~ Are you here to watch the bunny girl dance too...ah, it hurts, uncle, be gentle, don't pull my ears, I'm wrong, I'm wrong, is that okay..."

…

Zhou Yili sat in the back seat of the car.

Witnessed the entire process of Sheng Que's arrest.

He rolled down the car window and whistled a melodious rogue whistle, "~"

Sheng Que immediately rushed over like a furry animal, "Zhou Yili, die!"

Before he could take a step forward, a pair of cold hands grabbed the back of his neck and easily pulled Sheng Que back.

The back gently hits the chest.

Fu Chen paused, lowered his eyes and looked at him, "Stand still."

Sheng Que quietly distanced himself from him and stood there like a good student.

Fu Chen looked at Zhou Yili, "You look like you drank a lot. Can we go back?"

Zhou Yili nodded, "It's okay, I called a replacement driver."

He gently stroked his ear bone with one hand. He didn't know why, but he hadn't seen Fu Chen for a long time.

Why does this indifferent and elegant voice sound a little familiar?

Where did you hear this today?

"Yeah." Fu Chen didn't say anything more. He carried the captured Sheng Que back to the car.

Zhou Yili signaled the driver to drive.

If he still had some leisure time at other times, he would go and see how Sheng Que was punished when he returned home, such as kneeling in the ancestral hall, having his family letters confiscated, and running ten kilometers with a heavy load... In short, it was all kinds of punishments that were outrageous.

But today, apparently, there is no time.

The neon lights outside the window were receding, and the fragmented lights of the night sky flickered on his profile. Zhou Yili lowered his eyes and glanced at the two sentences on the screen.

【S】：When will you be home?

[S]: I'm waiting for you.

Two simple and clean sentences.

It has no expression and is as emotionless as its owner.

Zhou Yili sneered in the traffic in the bustling city, rubbed the screen lightly with his long fingers, lowered his eyes and typed lazily.

【ZZZZZZZ】：On the way

【ZZZZZZZ】: Shen Jixing, why don’t you try to act coquettishly again?