I heard they are incompatible

"What should I do next?" Xia Yang stretched his waist and asked.

Zhuang Shuyue's eyes seemed to have inadvertently glanced at Xia Yang's small waist exposed by raising his arms. Senior is really so white. Zhuang Shuyue suggested with emotion: "How about watching a movie?"

Xia Yang shook his head repeatedly when he heard the words, with a heartbroken expression on his face: "I am a good storyteller, this is not possible. How can such a handsome young man do such a thing that only a dead house would do?"

Zhuang Shuyue didn't mind Xia Yang's rhetoric, and asked with a good temper: "Then according to the meaning of the senior?"

"Play games." Xia Yang said the three words confidently and without shame.

Looking at Xia Yang's fair face and lazy expression, Zhuang Shuyue's words, what's the difference between this and watching a movie, got stuck in his throat and didn't spit it out.

Silence is the last bit of face that Zhuang Shuyue can give Senior Xia Yang at this moment.

But Comrade Xia Yang didn't think there was anything wrong. He argued hard and went crazy: "Of course the good afternoon should be spent playing games!"

"If I refuse."

Xia Yang pouted, with a look of deliberate loss and grievance: "Then I will be very sad. Once I am sad, I will not be able to see other people's comfort, and I will not be able to watch your movie."

Photographers: I have never seen such audacity!

Xia Yang probably didn't know that when he deliberately lowered his voice, his voice would become particularly magnetic, as if it could charm people's hearts.

Comrade Zhuang Shuyue was inevitably bewitched.

"It's the junior's responsibility to make the senior feel at ease, so let's listen to the senior." Zhuang Shuyue immediately changed his words, nodded friendly, and sat down next to Xia Yang.

10 minute later.

On the game interface, our Zhuang Daxing was pressed on the floor by King Xia and rubbed back and forth.

"You are too good at it."

Not only that, actor Xia triumphantly satirized Zhuang Daxing verbally.

Look at the black line on Zhuang Shuyue's forehead, if it was placed in ancient times, it would be a scene where a master was backlashed by internal force and went mad.

Tolerable or unbearable.

When another round of PK started, Zhuang Daxing secretly harassed actor Xia with his hands during the game, and was gratified to find that actor Xia was ticklish, extremely sensitive, and would tremble when touched Three shakes.

Another 10 minutes later.

On the game interface, our film emperor Xia was pressed against the floor by Zhuang Daxing and rubbed back and forth.

Outside the game interface, our film emperor Xia was also harassed by Zhuang Daxing's hand until he trembled.

"Stop it, I won't take you like this. You're cheating. If you can't beat him, you're cheating. Zhuang Shuyue, you're doing well. I misread you." Xia Yang yelled while hiding.

Zhuang Shuyue grabbed Xia Yang and continued to caress, and said very calmly: "Senior, don't you like it?"

"I don't like it, get up and go."

With the palm of Zhuang Shuyue's clinging to Xia Yang's waist, she could clearly feel the uncontrollable tension and trembling of the other party. The film king Xia Yang, who has always been a high-ranking brother in the circle, unexpectedly panicked under his own fingers.

This completely unexpected development not only surprised Zhuang Shuyue, but also gave birth to a subtle pleasure and a desire to conquer.

Zhuang Shuyue, who looks as stable as a dog but is flustered inside, thinks about it and decides to press ahead.

"No, no matter how hard I try, maybe you will like it, senior?"

Xia Yang couldn't believe it: "...Who are you? Who asked you to pretend to be Zhuang Shuyue!"

"Senior is wrong. People have many facets, just like life has many choices."

"That's why you chose to be shameless?"

"Senior, don't stop, let's continue, the good afternoon should be spent playing games, don't waste it."

"..." Xia Yang looked at his current situation. His hands were clamped, and there was no possibility of counterattack. The most important fatal weakness had been completely grasped by the enemy. The situation was very unfavorable. After thinking about it, Xia Yang chose to transfer very wisely. Topic: "Have a good afternoon playing some games, let's watch a movie."

Zhuang Shuyue blinked, lowered her eyes to appreciate her masterpiece carefully, her messy hair and reddish cheeks due to the fierce struggle, the senior is so cute, only after she finished feeling, Zhuang Shuyue showed a careless expression Laughing, said softly: "That won't work, it's better to play games."

Xia Yang: "..." This must be a fake Zhuang Shuyue!

Hold back, don't laugh, you are professionally trained photographers, generally you can't laugh, you must hold back.

Half an hour later, Xia Yang hugged a pillow humiliatingly and curled up in the corner of the sofa, panting heavily, his eyes were red, because he laughed too hard, his eyes even had physiological saline, looking at the TV screen In the movie, his character was pressed to the floor by another character and rubbed against him, with an aggrieved expression on his face.

Just now, he experienced an inhumane war, because his weakness was seen through by the enemy, resulting in the disparity between the strengths of the two sides in this war. In order to avoid a bigger blow, Xia Yang, who was on the weak side, had to fight within ten seconds. Inner confessed, and had to say that Zhuang Shuyue was indeed a black man. Although he didn't cause any real harm to Xia Yang, he had already left an indelible trauma on Xia Yang's spirit.Every time when Xia Yang was about to defeat him, don't misunderstand that the defeat here refers to the defeat in the game. Zhuang Shuyue leaned towards him as if nothing had happened, and brushed his arm against the opponent's arm. Shocked, missed the opportunity, lost.

Looking at Xia Yang like this, Zhuang Shuyue couldn't help but pause with his hand on the game controller, as if an open door had been pushed open in his heart, and all the entangled threads were smoothed out.

"Okay, I apologize. I admit defeat. Senior's game level is comparable to that of a professional player. I can't win without cheating."

Zhuang Shuyue deliberately softened her voice, like water drops quietly dripping on the surface of a calm river, and the ripples slowly spread outward along the heart lake, making the listener feel numb.

But who is Xia Yang, he is not so easy to deal with.

"It's too late for you to apologize now." Xia Yang frowned tightly, mist appeared in his big eyes, and a trace of grievance appeared in his tightly pursed lips.

Without thinking about it, he knew that he was pretending, Zhuang Shuyue blinked, and said calmly: "Then senior, tell me, how should I apologize?"

The answer was a soft hum, and Zhuang Shuyue felt that Xia Yang's hum was like a feather, lightly scratching his heart, a little itchy, and he gave in instantly.

"Then I will repent and express my apology with practical actions. When I was cooking at noon, I made some strawberry pudding and put it in the refrigerator for afternoon tea. How about using this to make amends to seniors?"

After a commotion just now, Xia Yang's stomach has long been growling. As a hero who can bend and stretch without fighting for the present, he has made the choice to bow his head to the class enemy in a second: "It will be done, since you are so sincere." For the sake of it, although it is very reluctant, I still promise you."

"It turns out that Senior Xia feels reluctant, so why don't you let me feed you to increase your sincerity." Zhuang Shuyue got up and took out the pudding from the kitchen, and sincerely suggested.

Xia Yang immediately shrank back when he heard the words, covered his stomach with one hand, and raised the other hand in a posture of keeping distance: "No, no, this is good, and a proper distance should be kept between people."

"That's such a pity." Zhuang Shuyue expressed regret, but he didn't push her, and just put the little pudding on the coffee table in front of Xia Yang.

"You should really let your fans watch this scene, and see if they will praise you as a gentleman in the future." Xia Yang's voice was hoarse because of howling just now, and there was a faint stickiness. "Zhuang Shuyue is over for you, the biggest moment of losing fans in your life is finally coming."

Hearing this, Zhuang Shuyue didn't take it seriously at all. She tilted her head and smiled, and said relaxedly, "Oh? It seems that senior really wants to put this scene on the TV screen. I don't care. Brothers in camera, you have received what senior said. ?"

The sharp-tongued, sharp-tongued actor Xia, who never loses in verbal battles, was completely defeated for the first time.

The cameramen on the side finally couldn't hold back their laughter.

Although they are professionally trained photographers and generally don't know how to laugh, they can't help being happy.

"Brother Xia, you also have today."

One of the camera brothers joked.

"What's wrong with today?" Gradually regaining consciousness, our actor Xia also returned to normal, and started running the train with his mouth full, "I not only have today, I also have tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow."

"Of course, of course, we still count on you, Brother Xia, to contribute more classic images on the silver screen to us." The photographer brother was a little cautious, and said with a flattering smile.

"Look at how good he is at talking, Zhuang Daxing, who is all-round and exquisite, you can learn a little bit." Xia Yang bent his lips at him, and then changed the topic to Zhuang Shuyue to ease the other party's restraint.

"Why don't you teach me, senior?"

Xia Yang looked at Zhuang Shuyue carefully, and then turned his gaze back to the photographer, and said slowly: "Look at this, climbing up the pole like a textbook, I think you can learn from each other."

Not putting on airs at all, not having the slightest bit of aloofness, and not even having a sense of superiority in his bones, the film king instantly made all the photographers present let go of their hesitation.

The photographer and his companion looked at each other, and joked: "Speaking of eloquence, we still have to learn from you, Brother Xia, not everyone can kill without being seen."

"Hey." Xia Yang deliberately put on a straight face, but there was an obvious smile in his eyes, and said, "What kind of person am I? You can't talk nonsense as a human being, even if you don't want to be a human being, you can't talk nonsense."

"Hahaha." Everyone laughed out loud.

Zhuang Shuyue looked at Xia Yang with a smile, and her brows and eyes softened.

Although he knew that Xia Yang said these words to ease the restrained emotions of the people around him, Zhuang Shuyue's heart still throbbed violently. This person always knows when to say something to appease everyone, and he is obviously full of ambition. But cunning and clever.

This is Xia Yang's unique gentleness. It doesn't show mountains or dews. If you don't pay attention, you will miss it, but Zhuang Shuyue won't miss it, because he has been watching him and savoring Xia Yang silently.

How could such a person not make him feel happy?

Emotions deeper than joy swept Zhuang Shuyue's nerves densely like creeping tigers in midsummer.

Xia Yang turned his head slightly, met Zhuang Shuyue's gaze, was startled for a moment, then turned his head slightly, with the corners of his mouth raised, with a lazy expression, and asked slowly: "Do I look good?"

The setting sun is warm, and the person in sight is lazily nestled on the sofa, with soft black hair spread out, and his cheeks are as white as jade in the warm light.

How does this picture look like this... makes people feel embarrassed.

Of course, this was not Zhuang Shuyue's idea, but the photographers who were watching.

"Brother Xia, keep a low profile."

"It's impossible to be low-key. After all, a person like me can attract everyone's attention even if he doesn't say anything and just stays quietly in the corner. If that's the case, why force himself to cover up?"

……

Everyone couldn't help but stare sideways at him.

I have never seen such a brazen person!

But not everyone thinks this way, and one person agrees with Xia Yang's point of view.

Zhuang Shuyue smiled and said, "Senior is indeed dazzling, it's hard to ignore."

"Otherwise, how can you say that you are the junior I admire the most?" Xia Yang raised his head and smiled impudently, "Young man can really talk."

Zhuang Shuyue: "Every sentence is true."

Why not the truth?Xia Yang didn't need to say anything, he just looked at him with those dark eyes, and he would automatically take the bait with his heart tickling.

"The relationship between the two seems to be pretty good."

"As if?" Xia Yang couldn't believe it. "What is it like? How many times have I said that Zhuang Shuyue is the younger generation I admire the most. With such a clear appreciation, how can it be that the relationship is not bad? It's not bad, okay?"

"You know, that's what's written in the news."

"Really?" Xia Yang looked at Zhuang Shuyue in confusion.

Zhuang Shuyue's Adam's apple rolled down subtly, every time the other party lowered the corners of his eyes like this, he always looked very innocent.

"That's right."

"Brother Xia, don't you know?"

"I just know that his fans don't like me very much."

...Then you haven't thought about why his fans don't like you! ?

"That's why everyone says we don't have a good relationship."

"I will answer this question." One of the photographers named Xiao Lin raised his hand, "It is said that it was like this, Shuyue, who was not well-known at the time, accidentally splashed water on you, Brother Xia, and then you mocked him with a grudge. "

"It turns out that I am such a narrow-minded and vengeful person in the eyes of the public."

Zhuang Shuyue continued: "I know senior is not."

Xiao Lin asked curiously: "So at that time, Brother Xia, why did you mock Shuyue for her poor acting skills?"

Xia Yang is inexplicable: "When did I do such a thing?"

"You have, you said he has no spirituality, you have to teach him yourself."

"How can this be a mockery?"

"so……"

"I really want to teach him. His exercises are indeed too systematic and lack spirituality."

Sure enough, the gossip magazines are all fake, and there are twists and turns of wonderful and soul-stirring stories, but the truth is often pale and dull.

Disgusting!

Probably as a bystander, they expect to see all kinds of dog-blood relationships, all kinds of unexpected, not such a bland reality.