I'm on the top of my cp [entertainment circle]

The press conference was quite far from Song Zixing's home. The two drove there, but they encountered a traffic jam on the road, which lasted for nearly two hours.It was nearly ten o'clock when we arrived near the venue.

Xiao Chen parked the car in the parking lot downstairs of the hotel, turned to him and asked, "Brother, where are you going to sleep tonight? Are you going back?"

"Shouldn't be going back," Song Zixing said.

"Oh, that's right, if Brother Tan knew you came over in the middle of the night, he might be so moved." After Xiao Chen finished speaking, he carefully looked at the faces of his artists and whispered, "You two are really together. Right, I really don't believe that we are still friends in this state."

Song Zixing unbuckled his seat belt, took out his phone, and lowered his head with a smile: "It's almost the same if it's earlier or later, we should be together."

"What do you mean they should be together?" Xiao Chen didn't quite understand.

"That is to say, if all goes well, we can be together tonight." Song Zixing said lightly, with a smile in his voice.

Xiao Chen's eyes widened in an instant, his mouth could not be closed, and his face was full of shock: "You don't mean to go..."

It seems that there is still a big gap between just guessing and being told the truth.

"Go and confess to him," Song Zixing said.

"Brother, I'll be waiting here for you!" Xiao Chen's eyes turned red suddenly, his voice trembling slightly, "I can't believe it, if you are rejected, I will send you home overnight!"

"Is there anything I can't do well?" Song Zixing looked at him like that and smiled, "Wipe your tears, why are you moved?"

"I never dreamed that there would be such a day, although I always think you two are interesting." Xiao Chen wiped his eyes carelessly, and said, "Brother, come on, boys who love to laugh are always lucky!"

Song Zixing was amused by him, and just about to send a message to Tan Feiyue, the phone vibrated suddenly, and Xu Wenjie suddenly called him.

Usually Tan Feiyue would contact him via WeChat voice or video. Xu Wenjie contacted him only a handful of times. Song Zixing connected with some doubts, and Xu Wenjie's helpless voice came from over there: "Are you free now?"

"You're free, what's the matter?" Song Zixing had a bad feeling.

"I don't know what Feiyue is doing. I suddenly want to drink with someone today. I can't even call out the names of the people in the circle. I want to see you." Xu Wenjie sighed, "You persuade him, now at the door of the room Shouting to go home."

"..." Song Zixing never thought that Tan Feiyue would get drunk on such an occasion, he paused, and just as he was about to speak, there was a new person there.

"Hello." Tan Feiyue's voice was a little lazy, sounding careless.

"What's the room number?" Song Zixing didn't want to talk nonsense with him now, he just wanted to see him soon.

"Why, will you come to me after you tell me?" Tan Feiyue said in a low voice.

"Maybe." Song Zixing deliberately teased him.

Tan Feiyue was silent for a few seconds before reporting the name of the hotel.

Song Zixing immediately hung up the phone and got out of the car.

Before leaving, Song Zixing didn't forget to knock on the window on Xiao Chen's side to remind him: "Do you want to go with me, or find a place to live by yourself?"

Xiao Chen immediately got out of the car and said that he wanted to live next door to him.

The two went upstairs from the parking lot. When Xiao Chen was checking in at the front desk, Song Zixing told him that I would go up first, then turned his head and left.

Room number is 3907.

In the elevator, Song Zixing took off the hat he had been wearing just now, and sighed at his own shadow on the wall.For some reason, when he thought of what was about to happen next, he was a little nervous.

Song Zixing, who hadn't been nervous for many years, felt his heart beating a little uncontrollably at the moment, he shrugged his shoulders, trying to make himself look more relaxed.

The elevator door opened quickly, and Song Zixing was about to step out when he ran into Tan Feiyue and Xu Wenjie who had been guarding the elevator door for who knows how long.

Tan Feiyue was still wearing the suit from the press conference, her makeup and hair hadn't been removed, but her eyes were a little blurred.

Tan Feiyue's expression froze when she saw him, as if she didn't react.When Xu Wenjie saw him as if he had seen a savior, he quickly invited him out, and said gratefully: "It's really timely, if you come a few seconds late, we will leave."

"What's going on." Song Zixing had never seen Tan Feiyue drunk, so he just heard the voice on the phone just now and thought he was just a little depressed.

"Arguing to see you." Xu Wenjie quickly pulled the indifferent Tan Feiyue back into the room, nagging in a low voice, "Hurry up and go back to my little ancestor, don't disturb others in the middle of the night."

This time, Tan Feiyue obediently let him drag him back to her room. After Song Zixing entered, Xu Wenjie breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm right next door, if you have anything to do, just call me. Just look at him, and don't worry if you're drunk." Looks too smart."

Song Zixing suppressed a smile and closed the door.

Turning around, I happened to meet Tan Feiyue's probing eyes. After staring at him for a few seconds, he said, "You are not him."

"What isn't he?" Song Zixing slowly approached him and asked, "Do you still know who I am?"

If it wasn't for the smell of alcohol on him, Song Zixing wouldn't believe that Tan Feiyue, who looked like a baby, was drunk.

"I want to see my brother." Tan Feiyue insisted, "You are not."

"Hey." Song Zixing laughed angrily, "Did you send me a message a few hours ago, asking if you want to try a relationship other than friends? Why, now I think of him? Do you want to see me or see him?" he?"

Tan Feiyue tilted her head and looked at him for a while, then suddenly smiled: "Oh, that's seeing you."

Song Zixing was about to ask if he could tell them apart, but Tan Feiyue slowly stretched out his hands, hugged him gently, lowered his head and gently rubbed against the side of his neck, making Song Zixing itchy.

He didn't know what he meant, so he laughed and teased him: "What are you doing, are you a child?"

"It's your little friend." Tan Feiyue slowly tightened his arms around his waist, and suddenly said this.

Song Zixing's heart softened, and he reached out his arms to hug him resignedly, saying to himself that he was indeed quite drunk, if he confessed his love at this moment, would he remember it when he woke up tomorrow?

Before he could continue to think deeply, Tan Feiyue's low voice rang in his ears: "It's the kid who was left behind by you because he was too capricious and selfish."

Song Zixing froze.

"I'm sorry brother, I was wrong, I shouldn't have treated you that way." Tan Feiyue began to choke up, her nasal voice was strong, and she hugged him and didn't let go, "I regret it, I feel uncomfortable every day when I have a cold war with you. It's getting worse."

Song Zixing understood his first sentence——

He seemed to really think of him as Song Zixing.

"Since it's uncomfortable, why are you still fighting with me?" Song Zixing realized that his voice was a little hoarse as soon as he opened his mouth.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself when I see you. People like me are not worthy of you." Tan Feiyue's scorching breath sprayed all over the side of his neck when he spoke, and the skin there turned red, "I I dare not tell you, but I actually like you like crazy."

Song Zixing smiled wryly, if this sentence could have been told to him earlier, perhaps they would not have ended up like this at all.

"It's not that I left you behind." Song Zixing turned his face sideways, put his palms on the back of his neck, looked at him, and smiled, "Actually, I have always been behind you. As long as you are willing to turn around, I will treat you back." good."

Tan Feiyue's eyes were red.

Song Zixing stroked the end of his eyes with his thumb, and said to him in the most gentle tone of his life: "Don't you know that I like you?"

Like a wounded animal, Tan Feiyue lowered her head sadly, not daring to look at him, and defended in a low voice: "But, when I asked you just now, you didn't reply to my message."

"..." Song Zixing looked at him without saying a word.

Needles could be heard in the room.

"Honey, am I Zhang Tianyu or Song Zixing?" Song Zixing asked him out loud.

Tan Feiyue raised her head to look at him, only then realized that what she said just now seemed to reveal something.

He opened his mouth, as if he couldn't find an excuse to explain, he dodged his eyes a little awkwardly, and didn't meet his gaze.

"You recognized me, didn't you?" Song Zixing asked while touching his face.

"Yeah." Tan Feiyue rubbed against his palm, very obedient.

"When did you recognize it?" Song Zixing had a faint premonition in his heart, but he still wanted to hear him tell him.

Tan Feiyue shook her head and stopped talking.

"How did you recognize me?" Song Zixing changed the question.

Tan Feiyue stretched out her hand and gently grabbed his wrist. He, who was so sad just now, suddenly smiled, and asked him: "Brother, just give me a kiss, and I'll answer your question, okay?"

His tone and demeanor made Song Zixing feel as if he had returned to the days when he was filming with him three years ago.

The child is extremely dependent on him, even smiling to please him.

His heart was so soft that he nodded: "Where are you kissing?"

"Kiss." Tan Feiyue moved a little closer.

"Why kiss?" Song Zixing smiled, "It's only between lovers, and I'm not yours, so I won't kiss."

"Then you are now." Tan Feiyue looked at him seriously.

"What is it?" Song Zixing deliberately teased him.

"It's a lover." After Tan Feiyue finished speaking, she was still looking forward to that kiss.

"Okay, it's a deal, I can't go back on my word." Song Zixing stared at him and said.

"No regrets." Tan Feiyue nodded vigorously.

Only then was Song Zixing satisfied, and slightly raised his face to kiss him, Tan Feiyue lowered his head in cooperation, and lightly touched his lips, their breaths were intertwined, so hot that it could melt people.

Until their lips and tongues touched each other, Song Zixing naively thought that he could find the answer.