divorce?No talking! 【Entertainment】

Two months later, the avatar was finally completed.

In fact, the original plan was three months, but Director Feng decided to finish the filming in two months, and then find someone to go through the review, planning to catch up with this year's Spring Festival.

During Zhou Huai's two months of filming, Wang Zhuo kept busy to help him publicize, because the publicity was well done, and the enthusiasm remained undiminished.

Director Feng liked Zhou Huai's popularity and planned to promote their drama.

Zhou Huai didn't refuse, and he personally promoted the avatar on Weibo. Zhou Huai usually has few Weibo business places, but when he came out this time, fans immediately arrived at the scene.

——Enen, I will watch it, Aibo's first movie, I will definitely join in!

——Aibao, you are more open, let mom see if you are thin or not!

Zhou Huai chose a few comments to reply, and in the middle of the reply, Zhong Shaolin called.

He could only pick up the phone temporarily.

"Are you at the villa now?"

"Ah."

"Father said let's go back to have dinner tonight," Zhong Shaolin said tentatively, "I'll pick you up after get off work."

Zhou Huai was nestling on the soft cushion in front of the French window, although the weather outside was getting colder and colder, but the sunshine was getting better and better, and his whole body was dizzy from the light.

He turned his body slightly and hid his head in the shadows.

Zhou Huai knew that Zhong Shaolin wanted to ask himself what he meant, and he also asked for his opinion before going.With the current relationship between the two, he can go. After all, he is a boyfriend, and it is reasonable to meet a parent. He can also not go. Now he is no longer Xiao Jin.

Zhou Huai stared at the bare branches outside, and said after a while, "Well, come over in the afternoon."

Zhong Shaolin on the other end seemed to be completely relieved, and his tone became lighter, "There are still a few hours, take time to catch up on sleep."

Zhou Huai responded and hung up the phone.

The Chinese New Year is half a month away. Although the villa is deserted, you can vaguely feel the atmosphere of the New Year. The villa next door is tidying up the yard, and the sound of fireworks can be heard sporadically outside.

Zhou Huai straightened his legs and supported his upper body with his arms back. He heard the fireworks going up into the sky outside, so he raised his head and looked up, but he felt lonely.

Yes, in broad daylight, the fireworks are no brighter than the sun.

He stood up and stretched himself, intending to follow Zhong Shaolin's advice and go to sleep again.

When Zhou Huai woke up again, he felt some itching on his forehead.

He slowly opened his eyes, and saw Zhong Shaolin sitting on the edge of the bed, his knuckle-protruding fingers stroking his sleepy hair.

"woke up?"

Zhou Huai lay lazily on the bed, obviously feeling relaxed, but still yawned involuntarily, "What time is it?"

Zhong Shaolin's movements remained unchanged, and he opened his mouth and said, "It's 05:30, if you haven't slept enough, you can sleep for another half an hour."

Zhou Huai supported his upper body with his arms, and sat up directly, "Don't sleep, it's not good to be late."

Zhou Huai got up in a hurry, two buttons of his pajamas were unbuttoned, revealing his slender neck and sunken collarbone.

Zhou Huai stretched out his hand to pull it, but Zhong Shaolin helped him pull it back first, but he didn't let go of his hand for a while.

Sensing that he had something to say, Zhou Huai raised his warm eyebrows and looked at him.

Zhong Shaolin let go of his hand and lowered his voice, "A Huai, I never regarded you as Xiaojin."

This sentence was a bit confusing, but Zhou Huai quickly understood the meaning of Zhong Shaolin's words.

Everyone in the Zhong family thought he was Xiao Jin, but Zhong Shaolin was not, and the fact that he brought himself in front of the Zhong family meant that he recognized him.

The corner of Zhou Huai's mouth twitched, "I took myself as Xiao Jin when we met before, but this time I am not Xiao Jin, Zhong Shaolin, do you understand me?"

Regardless of whether the Zhong family is a dragon's pool or a tiger's den, he will accompany him to continue walking.

Zhong Shaolin's answer was to lightly insert his hands into his hair, hold down the back of his head, and leaned over to kiss him.

Half an hour later, Zhou Huai, who was dressed properly, sat in Zhong Shaolin's Laisai.

Zhong Shaolin said that this was just a regular meal, so he was not wearing too formally, a light gray sweater with a V-neck, and a long blue coat on the outside.

At the beginning, the road near the villa was remote, with a few residents here and there. Slowly, the car drove into the urban area, and the surrounding traffic increased, and the two of them stopped and stopped halfway.In order to create a new year atmosphere in advance, red lanterns are installed on both sides of the road, and the LED screens of major shopping malls are full of scenes of family reunion. People come and go in an endless stream, without being affected by the cold air.

Zhou Huai was sitting in the car, looking through the car window at a large group of people who were cheering on the sidewalk in front of him. A woman took a little girl with a bag of things in her hand. The girl was wearing a bright red dress and was holding a bunch of Candied haws, holding a purple balloon in one hand, was half-dragged forward by the woman.

The little girl was busy eating the candied haws in her hand, but her other hand was loosened, and the balloon in her hand flew up into the sky danglingly.

The soundproofing of the car was good, so Zhou Huai couldn't hear what the little girl was saying, and saw her jumping and jumping anxiously, so the woman had no choice but to coax her and drag her away.

Zhong Shaolin did not ignore his gaze, and asked tentatively, "What are you looking at? A balloon?"

Zhou Huai came back to his senses, with a slight smile in his eyes, "No, I think the candied haws in the little girl's hand is pretty good."

"you want to eat?"

Zhou Huai supported his head with his palms, and said vaguely, "Well, it looks delicious."

In the past few years, he has been living abroad, and he has long forgotten the importance that China attaches to the Spring Festival. In fact, he doesn't necessarily have to live it. They are all trivial things, but there is a sense of peace of mind.

The green light in front of him turned on, and the traffic moved forward slowly.

Zhong Shaolin suddenly turned on the turn signal and stopped outside a shop.

Zhou Huai was puzzled, tilted his head and asked him, "What's wrong?"

Zhong Shaolin smiled, "Wait for me, soon."

After speaking, he pushed open the door and got out of the car. On such a cold day, Zhong Shaolin didn't wear a jacket, but was still in a smart suit. When he got out of the car, the cold wind rolled up his clothes, but his figure didn't have the slightest Pausing, striding towards the shop.

Zhou Huai's eyes followed him, and when he saw him go in, he looked up and smiled.

After a while, Zhong Shaolin came out carrying a heavy kraft paper bag.

The corners of Zhou Huai's mouth were hooked all the time, and the smile on his lips hadn't stopped after Zhong Shaolin got into the car.

There were all kinds of candied haws in the kraft paper bag. Zhou Huai took out a bunch of candied haws and shook them in front of him. The bright red fruits were like small lanterns hanging on both sides of the road.

"One string is enough, why do you buy so many?" Zhou Huai opened his mouth to bite off one, and said vaguely.

"Don't you like to eat? Eat more."

Zhou Huai snorted, "I can't eat so much, you can help me eat later."

Young Master Zhong was generous for a while, and invited his lover to eat candied haws, but ended up buying too much, and in the end the two of them bit the bullet and ate it.

The temperature inside the car was high, and the sugar on the outside of the candied haws began to melt, and Zhou Huai got his hands on it.

"Where are the wet wipes?" Zhou Huai opened the locker, but found no wet wipes at all, and raised his hands in frustration.

The Zhong family's villa is not in the urban area, and the car has already left the urban area, and there are not many vehicles around.

Zhong Shaolin stopped the car and took out a dry towel from the locker, "I don't have wet wipes in my car, only towels."

Zhou Huai frowned, regretting that he just casually said that he likes eating candied haws.

"Forget it, I'll bear with it for a while, and wash my hands when I get here."

Zhong Shaolin grabbed his wrist and pulled that sticky hand in front of him. Zhou Huai didn't know what he was going to do, but just as he opened his mouth, he saw him suck his finger in!

At that moment, Zhou Huai's whole body seemed to have been electrified.

Five minutes later, the car restarted, and Zhou Huai supported his head with his hands. He planned to calm down quickly so as not to lose his composure in front of the Zhong family.

When he arrived at Zhong's house, Zhou Huai looked at the temperatureless buildings and the lifeless pines and cypresses around him, and felt that he had thought too much just now, no matter how enthusiastic he was, he would calm down quickly when he came here.

In the main house of the Zhong family, the eldest Zhong Shaotian, Qin Jingrou, the second eldest Zhong Shaoqian, and Song Ru have all arrived, but Zhong Shaoxiang is still upstairs.

As soon as the two came in, four pairs of eyes were on them.

Qin Jingrou stood up and greeted him gently, "Xiao Jin, are you here? It's quite cold today, hurry up and get warm."

The main house of the Zhong family was well heated from top to bottom, Qin Jingrou and Song Ru were all dressed thinly.

Zhong Shaolin took a step forward and helped him take off his outer coat. At this moment, the servant came over, and Zhong Shaolin handed over the coat in his hand, and took off his own coat by the way.

Zhou Huai nodded and greeted Qin Jingrou, "Sister-in-law."

Song Ru rolled her eyes from the side, walked forward with a smile, and said pretending to be familiar: "Xiao Jin, you have become really popular recently, and you look pretty good."

Zhou Huai twitched the corners of his mouth lightly, "Second sister-in-law, I've won the prize, it's just a small fight."

"Oh, Xiao Jin, you are too humble. There are so many people in the entertainment industry, so not everyone can be popular," Song Ru said, turning to Zhong Shaolin, "But it's true, how can other stars be as strong as you in the backstage?" Ah, my husband, do you want any resources?"

Qin Jingrou said calmly from the side: "Resources are one aspect, but the most important thing is that you are willing to work hard. When I watch Xiaojin's play, my acting skills are really nothing to say."

"Cut," Song Ru sat down on the sofa indifferently, and muttered in a low voice, "My daughter is going to college, what acting skills do you know?" Although Song Ru's voice was not loud, they were all sitting on the sofa. I can hear you clearly.

Qin Jingrou smiled kindly and said nothing.

Zhong Shao with Erlang's legs crossed glared at Song Ru, and said in a low voice, "Okay, you're the one who talks too much."

Song Ru seemed to be used to being told, so she pretended not to hear, and continued to move closer to Zhou Huai, "By the way, Xiao Jin, you should be quite happy recently, right?"

Holding the teacup, Zhou Huai glanced lightly at Song Ru.

Song Ru originally had an expression of looking forward to the show, but Zhou Huai glanced at her like this, and for some reason, her back felt a little chilly.

[The author has something to say: It is estimated that it will be over within a week~]