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Zhou Qi didn't reply, Song Zhen realized that he was too naive, and withdrew the message again.

He stared at Xie Zhao's friend application, but couldn't accept it for a long time.

In the end, he simply pressed the phone off and stuffed it into his pocket angrily, out of sight and out of sight.

Song Zhen didn't drive over, and Jiang Ji had something to do in the afternoon, so he couldn't see him off, so he took a taxi back by himself.

It's a pity that the place where Jiangji and the others live is a high-end residential area, and most of the residents have cars, so there are no taxis coming. Song Zhen hasn't waited for a car after walking for a long time.

Qiuhuo hadn't left yet, and the weather was hot and dry. Song Zhen stood under the shade of a tree, sweat ran across the skin of his neck, and there was a slight tingling pain, which was a state he disliked the most.

He stared at the road in front of him, praying that some kind-hearted person could save him.

At this moment, a Bentley stopped in front of him, and the window glass slowly lowered, revealing the handsome forehead and eyebrows of the other party.

Song Zhen's heart was beating uncontrollably. He was really a kind-hearted fairy brother. To save someone's life, he could only promise with his body.

But as the car window fell completely, revealing Xie Zhao's face, he quickly calmed down again.

I take back what I just said.

Xie Zhao looked at him sideways: "Get in the car, I'll see you off."

Song Zhen was really uncomfortable, and he was not hypocritical. He didn't ask Xie Zhao why he was here, and got into the car silently.

The air-conditioning in the car was very strong, and the sweat quickly evaporated. Song Zhen sighed comfortably.

Xie Zhao took a blanket from the back seat and covered him: "Don't catch a cold."

Song Zhen paused.

In the past, he liked to turn down the air conditioner in Xie Zhao's car. Xie Zhao was afraid that he would catch a cold, so he always prepared a blanket in the back seat. Unexpectedly, he still kept this habit now.

Song Zhen didn't feel moved, but rather annoyed. He returned the blanket and raised his hand to increase the temperature of the air conditioner.

"That's fine."

Xie Zhao tightened his grip on the steering wheel, but didn't say much, and drove the car directly.

The car was very quiet, and Song Zhen was a little drowsy leaning on the seat.

Xie Zhao suddenly asked, "Why don't you accept my WeChat friends?"

Song Zhen was awakened, and said vaguely: "I didn't see it."

Xie Zhao glanced at him, as if he wanted to say something, but swallowed it down again.

Song Zhen frowned. This was what he hated Xie Zhao the most. He was self-righteous, and he didn't say anything directly, and he always pretended to be good for him.

In the past, he would probably ask Xie Zhao directly, but now he wished he had nothing to do with Xie Zhao, so he pretended not to see it, and turned his head to look out the window.

Xie Zhao didn't wait for his answer, paused, and said, "Add it now."

Song Zhen was stunned, almost thinking he was hallucinating, he subconsciously turned his head to look at Xie Zhao.

Xie Zhao drove the car without looking sideways, and unexpectedly added: "Now you can see it when you open WeChat."

Song Zhen: "..."

This is Xie Zhao? ?

That passive and polite Xie Zhao who made him always worry about gains and losses? ?

Seeing the astonishment on his face, Xie Zhao relaxed his tense expression, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up: "If the phone is out of power, I still have a charger in my car, of any type."

Song Zhen: "..."

Angrily, he clicked on WeChat, clicked to accept, and then closed his eyes, pretending to refuse to communicate.

Finally, Xie Zhao didn't break the persona anymore, and just drove the car silently.

At first Song Zhen closed her eyes because she didn't want to talk to Xie Zhao, but later she was really sleepy and fell into a deep sleep.

In his sleep, he seemed to have returned to the past.

When he met Xie Zhao, he had just entered the sophomore year and was taken by Jiang Ji to Zhou Qi's party.

Song Zhen was good-looking, and even if he was sitting in the corner, someone would always come up to him to strike up a conversation. He was a little irritable, so he simply hid on the balcony, and then saw Xie Zhao on the small garden bench reciting vocabulary.

The sunlight flowed from his black hair to his thin chin, and he was like an angel born in the holy light.

He seemed to feel something, and raised his head to look at Song Zhen.

His eyes were not pure black, but had a hint of blue, like a sapphire hidden in the depths of the sea.

Song Zhen's heart was moved at that moment.

After the banquet, he went to Zhou Qi to inquire about the identity of the other party.

Zhou Qi told him that the name of the angel was Xie Zhao, and he was the illegitimate son of the Xie family. His mother was Miss Xie, who eloped abroad with someone back then, and died in an accident, so he was taken back by the head of the Xie family.

Because his background was a scandal in Xie's family, he has been living like a transparent person.

Song Zhen didn't care about this, he started chasing Xie Zhao from that day on.

Xie Zhao didn't agree or refuse, just watched Song Zhen slam into him like a moth to a flame.Song Zhen was the most enthusiastic young man at that time, as long as Xie Zhao didn't refuse, he would persevere in chasing after him.

Later, Xie Zhao suddenly agreed to be with him, and he only thought that Xie Zhao was moved by him, and his head was dazzled by joy, so he just stayed with him regardless.

The first time it was Song Zhen who took the initiative.

Xie Zhao looked gentle, but he seemed to be a different person on the bed. Song Zhen was tossed by him all night and had a fever the next day.

He remembered that it seemed that Xie Zhao's attitude towards him had changed since that day, and he was in great need. Every time Song Zhen finished tossing in bed, he would be extra considerate to him because of guilt.

Song Zhen spent three years in the cycle of dreams and nightmares until Xie Zhao left without a sound.

Thinking about it now, everything was foreshadowed. He and Xie Zhao had been together for three years. Xie Zhao seldom talked about his own affairs. Every time he tried to share his own affairs with Xie Zhao.

Except on the bed, he never seemed to be really close to Xie Zhao.

Xie Zhao is like a piece of ice with temperature, he was deceived by the temperature and forgot his essence.

Song Zhen slowly opened his eyes and found that the car had stopped.

Xie Zhao was reading the financial report. Seeing that he was awake, he put away his things and took out a bottle of water.

"Are you thirsty, drink some water."

Song Zhen is still a little immersed in a dream and can't get out, his mind is full of Xie Zhao's terrible bed skills, he glanced at him angrily, then opened the car door and walked out.

Then he found that he did not arrive home, but in front of an elegant and low-key restaurant.

Xie Zhao had already got off the car door on the other side, still holding the bottle of water in his hand: "I don't know where your home is, but I saw that you were sleeping soundly, so I didn't wake you up."

Song Zhen sneered: "The studio has my information, and my home address is clearly written. Mr. Xie happened to appear near Jiang Ji's house, and he knew that I didn't add friends. He looked around for a while, so it would be said Is it a bit ridiculous not to know my home address?"

Xie Zhao was exposed by him, and his expression didn't change a bit: "I just want to have a meal with you."

Song Zhen snorted coldly, if you want to eat, I have to eat with you?You are thinking peaches!

He turned his head and went to hail a taxi. Anyway, he had already reached the city center, and there were many taxis, so there was no need for Xie Zhao to see him off.

Xie Zhao quickly grabbed his wrist: "It's time for dinner, I'll take you back after eating."

Song Zhen shook off his hand, and walked to the side again, obviously disgusted.

Xie Zhao lowered his eyes, suppressed the turbulent emotions in his eyes, and then raised his head again: "Zhenzhen, after this meal, I will never pester you again."

Song Zhen immediately turned her head: "Are you serious?"

Xie Zhao: "Yes."

Song Zhen raised his foot and walked to the restaurant: "Eat, eat, eat quickly!"

Xie Zhao: "..."

Dingfeng Pavilion is an old Michelin three-star restaurant. Its business is booming, and there are often no reservations. Song Zhen has always wanted to try it, but he didn't expect to be with Xie Zhao.

The building of Dingfeng Pavilion is imitated of Suzhou gardens, with hidden scenery in the scenery, and another world. The waiter led them inside and introduced the scenery inside.

But Song Zhen didn't want to listen at all, he just wanted to finish eating and leave quickly.

Xie Zhao glanced at him, interrupted the waiter's introduction, and quickly entered the private room.

The waiter handed the menu to Xie Zhao, but Xie Zhao signaled her to bring it to Song Zhen: "Zhenzhen, what do you want to eat?"

Song Zhen was absent-minded: "Just stir-fry the two fastest dishes."

It was the first time for the waiter to hear someone make such a request in Dingfeng Pavilion, and he was stunned.

Xie Zhao clenched his hands on the table into fists, but said softly on his face, "Just order a squirrel mandarin fish and add a few signature dishes." Then he motioned for her to leave.

After the waiter left, Song Zhen said calmly, "I don't like squirrel mandarin fish anymore."

Xie Zhao looked at him steadily.

Song Zhen lay back and said foolishly: "Mr. Xie, it's been seven years, and people's tastes will change."

Xie Zhao pursed his lips and said softly, "I have never changed."

Song Zhen scoffed and said no more.

The atmosphere suddenly sank.

It was like this in the past, if Song Zhen didn't speak, there would be such a silence between the two of them. At that time, Song Zhen hated such silence, so he tried his best to find a topic, and sometimes his brain was short of oxygen because of talking too much. Now thinking about it, it's really true So stupid.

Song Zhen directly turned on his mobile phone to browse Weibo and forums. If he didn't have headphones, he even wanted to open station B to browse bullet screens.

He was enjoying himself, but Xie Zhao couldn't help it.

"Zhenzhen, I thought you would become an actor after graduation."

Song Zhen's fingers froze, and after a while, he said nonchalantly: "Is my screenwriting not good? I am also a gold medal screenwriter now, and I almost won the Golden Crane Award the year before last."

"Then have you given up acting?" Xie Zhao asked, "You liked acting so much back then, and you were so dazzling on stage..."

Song Zhen stood up suddenly: "Sorry, I'm going to the bathroom."

Song Zhen walked out of the private room in a very bad mood.

Something like an ex-boyfriend should be crushed, it's just too bad, just poke the wound, and just poke him where it hurts the most.

He was so angry that he walked for a while, only to realize that he was lost.

The design of the restaurant is a bit complicated. Song Zhen finally ran into a waiter and found the bathroom, but he was stunned when he came out. He looked at the exact same road in front of him blankly and decided to choose the direction by rolling the dice. If he didn't choose the way back Lu, just in time to say goodbye to Xie Zhao.

Song Zhen praised her wit.

Then, he heard a hoarse and depressed voice.

"Zhenzhen."

Song Zhen froze, turned around and saw a tall man standing at the door of another private room.

His ex-boyfriend who just broke up - Huo Wenqian.