Actually, you are not human

On the way back, Zheng Qiufen kept thinking about what Fu Jiong meant, and fell asleep after thinking about it. It was not until Du Shengxiao stopped the car that he shook due to inertia, and then woke up.

"Are you awake?" Du Shengxiao picked up the water that was put aside and took a sip.

"Yeah." Zheng Qiufen nodded, looking at his sexy Adam's apple rolling when he raised his head to drink water, he couldn't help asking: "To be honest, aren't you really gay?"

Du Shengxiao glanced at him with a half-smile, and said slowly: "If I have to say it, I don't have a sexual orientation. You can understand that it means that men and women are not rejected, or it can be understood as... sexual frigidity."

Zheng Qiufen blinked, and coughed slightly in embarrassment. He didn't know how to answer this sentence, so he changed the subject and asked the question that troubled him all the way: "By the way, I haven't asked it all the time. Listen to what you said. I died when I was struck by lightning from Heaven... no, I disappeared, so why did he strike me?"

Du Shengxiao was taken aback when he heard this question, then lowered his head, thought for a while, and said simply: "The grace is not here."

"Pfft..." Zheng Qiufen originally asked in a very serious manner, thinking that there would be some very tragic reason, but in the end he almost laughed: "Don't say that, okay, Grace is not here... It seems like I It’s Tiandao’s concubine, and then the old man was killed, it sounds a bit miserable.”

But Du Shengxiao didn't smile, he looked at Zheng Qiufen's shining round eyes, twitched the corners of his mouth, and said in a low voice: "But, there really is no other reason, it's just that he doesn't like you."

Zheng Qiufen looked at his lonely expression, and his heart moved. He remembered that the person in front of him was doing the same job as "that self". I'm afraid that this question about him made him feel hurt by others involuntarily. It's no laughing matter if you stand in the position of a moody boss who can drive you out of your wits if you're not happy.So he stretched out his hand and patted Du Shengxiao's shoulder without saying anything.

The car suddenly became quiet, but it was rare and not embarrassing. Du Shengxiao closed his eyes, exhaled slowly, and said, "Okay, get out of the car, you should be tired after a day of tossing around today, go back and have a good time." Take a break, and we can talk about the rest tomorrow."

Zheng Qiufen nodded.

Du Shengxiao continued to speak frankly: "Bai Lian has been very dishonest these days, I'm afraid you will have to live with me for a while."

Zheng Qiufen continued to nod subconsciously, and blinked his eyes slowly: "Ah? What did you say?"

Du Shengxiao raised her eyebrows: "Why, don't you want to?"

Zheng Qiufen laughed: "Why, I'm just a little worried."

Du Shengxiao comforted her, "Don't worry, I won't do anything wrong with Bailian."

Zheng Qiufen licked his lips, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his thin lips raised a subtle arc: "I'm not afraid of him messing around, I'm afraid of myself messing around."

"It's okay, you can't beat me." Du Shengxiao said calmly.

Zheng Qiufen was really exhausted that day, so even though he teased Du Shengxiao downstairs, when Du Shengxiao came out of the shower, he was already curled up on the sofa and fell asleep.Du Shengxiao glanced at the hair dryer in his hand, put it on the table, went back to the bathroom, took a towel, and patiently dried his hair, then went to Zheng Qiufen's bedroom to find a thick hair dryer. Cover him gently with a thick blanket, look at the man sleeping peacefully, and reach out to brush away a stray hair on Zheng Qiufen's face.

Zheng Qiufen snorted, licked his lips, turned over on the large sofa with a corner of the blanket in his arms, and plunged his head into the middle of the pillows on the side.

Du Shengxiao hooked the corners of his mouth, looked up out of the window, and murmured in an inaudible voice: "During those tens of thousands of years, how has he ever been so comfortable and relaxed, Bai Lian, do you really want to force him?"

The brightly lit room was silent for a long time, and Du Shengxiao just looked down at Zheng Qiufen. After a long time, he gently took out another blanket from the bedroom, leaned on the other side of the sofa from a distance, and looked up. Pressing his hand to turn off the light, he closed his eyes, and was about to relax for a while, when Zheng Qiufen's voice came from the darkness.

"Du Shengxiao...I must take you down...too..."

Du Shengxiao asked with interest: "What is too much?"

too handsome?too sexy?too handsome?

"Too...too owed...fuck...hehe..."

The corner of Du Shengxiao's mouth twitched, his long and narrow eyes narrowed in the darkness, and a bright light flashed past.

The night passed quickly, and when it was daylight, Zheng Qiufen's cell phone rang. He sat up from the sofa, rubbed his face, and connected the phone.

"Hey, who is it so early..."

"Zheng Qiufen, are you still going to accept the show, you bastard!" The manager Uncle Cui's angry voice came from the receiver: "You said you would write to me the next day, I'll wait and wait and wait until now you don't care I, I have an interview with the crew at eight o'clock, are you going or not?"

Zheng Qiufen was stunned, and then remembered that he seemed to have agreed to Uncle Cui two days ago to go back and read the script he gave him to decide whether to act in that play, but he forgot about it after a lot of trouble these days. So, he smiled apologetically, and said, "Uncle Cui, I probably won't be able to take on the show for a while."

Uncle Cui's strange 'Huh? ’ With a sound, he asked: "What's the matter? Your sister won't let you pick it up?"

"No, something happened at home." He sighed: "After a while, I will be able to pick it up after a while."

Uncle Cui didn't ask any more questions, and simply said something, and then he didn't say anything more. He just said to him before hanging up the phone: "If there is anything I can help you, just say it. Also, try to wear your clothes when you go out. Wear a mask and sunglasses or something, you were photographed at the gate of LaCrosse a few days ago, and I stopped the report."

Zheng Qiufen's heart skipped a beat, wondering if the photo of Zheng Qiufen hugging himself was taken?

However, Uncle Cui didn't say anything, just smiled and hung up the phone.

Zheng Qiufen covered his face, rolled on the sofa, and wailed, "What's this? It's so annoying, so annoying~" Then he lifted his head while holding the pillow that was put aside, and met a pair of indifferent eyes. The child was so frightened that he slid off the sofa.

"Good morning."

"You... you... why are you here?"

After the two finished talking at the same time, Zheng Qiufen glanced at Du Shengxiao's Gujing Wubo expression, and remembered that Du Shengxiao did tell him that he wanted to come and live with him before going to bed last night, so he touched the corner of his mouth nervously, Fortunately, it is dry, there should be no flow...

"You didn't drool." Du Shengxiao said, "You didn't snore and grind your teeth, and you slept quite peacefully."

Zheng Qiufen breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, that's good, I'm afraid I'll disturb you."

Du Shengxiao raised her eyebrows: "But do you know that you can talk in your sleep?"

Zheng Qiufen's eyes widened: "What? What did I say?"