The male god said he was straight

Qi Xia's appearance is not feminine, but her skin is fair, her outline is deep yet delicate, and coupled with her slightly cool temperament, her whole face looks like it has been carved out of ice.

He Xiao saw that his two handsome eyebrows were tightly frowned, obviously a pair of phoenix eyes, his eyes were cold but not sharp at all, his daily angry expression was really worse than the murderous look when he entered the play just now.

A typical herbivore, but even so, He Xiao still felt that the top of his head was about to smoke.

Insisting on asking, and making himself angry after asking, He Xiao felt a little funny in his heart, but his expression remained unchanged.

Qi Xia said, "What's not like it?"

He Xiao said, "What kind of eyes do you have?"

Qi Xia glanced at herself in the mirror, and was dazed for a moment, then turned her head and raised the gun, her eyes turned cold, and the black muzzle of the prop gun was aimed at He Xiao.

In a second, the fatal point was hit, and the two stepped on each other's bottom line, running with joy.

What is the most sensitive thing about being a front-line combatant who has been on the line of life and death for a long time?Someone puts a gun to his head, even if it's fake, it's instinctive.

Fighting back is also instinctive, He Xiao endured so much that his muscles tensed up, thinking that you should thank God that you are Qi Xia, standing still, but his eyes were firmly fixed on Qi Xia's handsome face.

In an instant, Qi Xia only felt creepy, as if the temperature of the surrounding air had dropped to freezing point, the sharp and cold words in his eyes were not enough to describe eleven of them, they were extremely sharp and seemed to be able to pierce people whole.

He almost felt like he was going to splatter the spot with the bang.

Qi Xia's mind was stuck, he couldn't even hold his breath, he just stared blankly at the narrowed eyes just now, there was even cold sweat on his back, it was the first time he knew that He Xiao was staring at a person intently It can be so scary.

After touching for about ten seconds, He Xiao turned his eyes away, and when he looked at him again, his eyes were as indifferent as usual.

"See?" He Xiao said.

Then paced to his side, raised his wrist: "hold the gun."

Qi Xia hurriedly resumed the posture of holding the gun.

He Xiao: "Use a fake gun when filming?"

Qi Xia: "PSG-1, the real gun is empty."

He Xiao held down the butt and barrel of the gun with both hands and pressed down: "8.1 kg."

The weight of Qi Xia's two hands suddenly became heavy, but he stubbornly held it with the gun aiming at it. After a while, Qi Xia's hands began to tremble, and He Xiao let go suddenly.

Qi Xia's arms were weak, but she held her breath and didn't want to put the gun down in front of He Xiao.

He Xiao gave him a complicated look, then turned and left without saying a word.

Two minutes later, He Xiao came out of the bathroom, and Qi Xia stood at the door: "How to practice?"

He Xiao didn't understand for a moment, "What?"

Qi Xia said, "That look in your eyes just now."

He Xiao: "..."

Counting three days from now, this is the last sentence Qi Xia said to He Xiao.

Once again, Qi Xia was invited three times and urged four times before he came down to eat, with an indifferent expression on his face, and his eyes were still red.

Sitting down and eating, the female assistant looked at him for a while, "Have you used the eye drops?"

Qi Xia nodded.

The female assistant said, "You look up at me."

Qi Xia looked up.

The female assistant shivered while covering her shoulders, and waved her hands pretending to be overwhelmed: "This is murderous."

Qi Xia: "..." It's still so exaggerated, isn't he himself a blind man whose eyesight is trained so well that he can't look in the mirror?

From the beginning to the end, he regarded He Xiao who was sitting next to him as nothing, and didn't even glance at him from the corner of his eyes.

He Xiao didn't say a word, and suddenly remembered that when he was a child, he had just learned how to shoot, and his father said that he would lose a finger within three years if he held the gun poorly.

They ignored each other, but the people around couldn't see it.

The female assistant looked at He Xiao seriously for a while after eating, "Are you a mixed race?"

He Xiao said: "My grandmother is Russian."

The female assistant said: "Wow, fighting nation."

Qi Xia: "..." That's why she's so vicious.

No, the map gun is not good.

Still not right, can he really practice the fierce eyes of the fighting ethnic blood?

The female assistant said, "I just said that the brown color of your eyeballs seems to be a bit different from the brown color of purebred Orientals."

Qi Xia: "..." I didn't notice it at all.

He really wanted to look up to see what was different, and he felt uncomfortable like a cat scratching his head, but he finally held back his breath and ate the food by himself.

But before he could bear it for long, the female assistant seemed to think of something and suddenly said, "Did your farm block me?"

Qi Xia: "...!" She was discovered.

After a long time, he put down the bowl and touched his cuffs gracefully: "You steal food and still use tricks."

The female assistant was furious: "I'm so busy all day long, what's wrong with using black technology?"

Qi Xia wiped his mouth with a piece of paper, "I'm also very busy, I set an alarm every time."

"Farm?" He Xiao suddenly interrupted them.

Qi Xia paused. This game was popular seven or eight years ago, but now there are basically not many people playing it. This kind of game that does not need to use the brain and taps the finger instantly fills with happiness. He has always Amway with the mentality of a saint preaching to all around you.

Qi Xia: "..." Do you want to temporarily put aside your grievances and continue to deal with Amway?

But this time there was no room for him to get entangled, the female assistant answered first: "It's a boring casual game, the last rehearsal of the TV station's Mid-Autumn Festival party tomorrow afternoon, I don't have time, He Xiao, when the time comes, another assistant from your studio will come over. Go with Qi Xia together."

This is his current job. He Xiao took a look at Qi Xia and said to the female assistant, "Give me the photos of the site and the floor plan of the entrance and exit."

Qi Xia stood up abruptly, turned around and left, this time she was really depressed to the end.

A few days later, the new play started, but the role has not yet been figured out, and he has not done his job well as an actor, and now he has to participate in a Mid-Autumn Festival party where he will sing on stage.

The depression lasted until the next day before departure. When He Xiao saw Qi Xia, he was stunned for a moment. Qi Xia was wearing the canvas shirt that was stained on the TV station that night. When did he clean it silently? do not know either.

Qi Xia's mysterious thinking is simply unfathomable, and his stubbornness is touching. In short, he has his own drama every day, and others can only watch and cannot participate.

Qi Xia was in a very bad mood that day, and several of them didn't speak on the road.

The party used a temporary outdoor venue, and after arriving at the venue, He Xiao realized that it was much more chaotic than the floor plan.

He is not an insider, and he doesn't know that the live effect of this kind of party usually depends on the embellishment and rendering of lights after nightfall. For example, the dazzling stars on both sides of the stage are actually full of LED lights on the ropes. What he saw is A large piece of rope was hanging, hanging on both sides of the not-so-spacious stage, no matter how you looked at it, it was messy.

There are exposed iron frames and unnamed equipment hanging from the outside everywhere, and the safety hazards are so invisible.

Qi Xia is used to it, the rehearsal doesn't really take long to go on stage, it's the waiting time that really sucks.

Later, more and more famous celebrities came to the scene. Seeing that it was getting dark, Qi Xia couldn't bear to greet them, so he simply got up, "I'll go sit in the car for a while."

He Xiao had no choice but to follow behind him, protecting Qi Xia and going out from the side door of the venue. There was a square outside, and most of the cars that came were parked by the side of the square.

There were also large trucks delivering performance supplies, and they headed towards the parking lot. This happened at this time. A large piece of spray-painted cards that had just been unloaded was leaning on the side of the truck in front, and Qi Xia walked forward with his head held high. He Xiao glanced over and suddenly saw a corner of the spray-painted card move suddenly, rushed over and grabbed Qi Xia's arm, pulling him to switch sides with him.

Qi Xia's arms were clamped by him and he was pushed to the car next to him. The car alarm sounded sharply. He immediately remembered what He Xiao did to him on the TV station that day, and his first reaction was to struggle.

But He Xiao pressed him against the car window, pressed his head with his broad and strong palms and buried him in his arms, and the big and flat hard suitcase in the other hand clasped the back of Qi Xia's head to prevent him from moving. half point.

As if in a hugging pose, Qi Xia was furious: "You—" you shameless violent maniac!

With a "boom", the sky was filled with dust not far away, the voice from Qi Xia's mouth disappeared instantly, and he even forgot to struggle.

At this moment, just behind them, at the same time as the inkjet card fell down, a wooden pole that was broken from the inkjet card support fell down and hit He Xiao impartially on the back.

Qi Xia felt He Xiao's iron body tremble slightly, "He..."

The surroundings were a little calmer, He Xiao looked around and let go of his body, but still wrapped his arms around his back, with the suitcase in his hand protecting his side, "Let's go!"

Qi Xia was still in shock, "But..."

He Xiao frowned, and his sharp eyes scanned the twilight square like a falcon: "I don't care about the aftermath, I only care about your safety, let's go!"

Qi Xia: "..." He just wanted to ask if He Xiao was injured.

The driver in the car has been waiting for them, He Xiao protects Qi Xia to get in the car and then sits in by himself.

After the car drove out, Qi Xia said, "...was it an accident just now?"

He Xiao said: "If you want to be safe, you can't treat it as an accident."

He is used to giving orders and doesn't like to explain, but seeing Qi Xia's ignorance, he could only say: "Just now there is a jeep ten meters behind you in the square, which is probably a fake one. Even if you can't predict the time when you come out, Billboards can't be hit in one shot, and it doesn't take 20 seconds for a gun to be assembled on the spur of the moment."

Qi Xia: "You..." Your injury?

But He Xiao asked again what he said that night: "Is it dangerous?"

Put the box on his lap.

The box that He Xiao carried looked light and fluffy in his hand, Qi Xia felt it was heavy at first, he raised his hand to move it, it was very heavy, and through the not-so-thick leather, he could feel the coldness inside, how could this be It was a suitcase, and it was clearly made of iron plates.

No wonder He Xiao kept putting this on his back just now, from the back of his head to the back of his chest.