Jiang Zhao originally wanted to borrow the seat.
But because he was a little nervous, he raised his head and waited, and kissed Xiao Siye’s lips impartially.
Feeling the soft touch, Jiang Zhao froze almost immediately, and because he acted too hastily, he almost hit Xiao Siye directly.
Xiao Siye stretched out his hand, and a warm and powerful palm firmly supported his waist, helping him stand firm on the ground.
In the entanglement of breath, Jiang Zhao smelled the light fragrance of Xiao Siye again. It’s a very clean soap scent, like a forest under the warm summer sun, and it smells good.
The kiss lasted for a few seconds before they parted. After that, Jiang Zhao turned his head blankly, his eyes swept over the stunned Mrs. Xu and Old Jiang, and fell on Han Tingfeng, who had a crack on his expression:
“Do you believe it now?”
At the Jiang family’s dining table.
Old Jiang sat at the head of the long table, Jiang Zhao sat opposite Mrs. Xu, and beside him was Xiao Siye, who was next to him. Han Tingfeng sat opposite Xiao Siye and stared straight at Jiang Zhao without concealment.
The nanny Liu Ma brought a bowl of soup, and Xiao Siye took one, just blocking Han Tingfeng’s sight when he got up to pour the chicken soup: “Xiao Zhao, drink some soup first.”
Han Tingfeng’s eyes shifted to him with looming hostility: “He doesn’t eat meat in the soup, and there shouldn’t be a little oil on the surface.”
Xiao Siye gave him a nonchalant look, and then brought a bowl of golden and clear chicken soup to Jiang Zhao: “It’s a coincidence, that’s how I usually serve soup to Xiao Zhao.”
Jiang Zhao: “…”
Not to mention, Xiao Siye’s acting skills are really clean, every time he talks, his eyes were so tender and tender, and the sound of “Xiao Zhao” almost caused Jiang Zhao’s goosebumps to fall.
When Xiao Siye sat down, Mrs. Xu asked impatiently, “Xiao Siye, when did you and Xiao Zhao start dating?”
Jiang Zhao’s back immediately tightened. Before he and Xiao Siye came, they had never had a conversation at all, and now it was time to test their ability to make up stories.
Hearing this, Xiao Siye showed a shallow meaning: “We were together a month ago, just the day before Xiao Zhao won the award.”
Mrs. Xu’s eyes lit up: “How did you meet? Auntie, just said that you are from the same school, but I don’t know why you two know each other.”
Xiao Siye’s expression showed a hint of nostalgia: “At first, Xiao Zhao and I were just nodding acquaintances. But sophomore year At the end of the day, the school organized a drama performance…”
Jiang Zhao lowered his shaky heart while drinking the soup.
He can see that Xiao Siye is definitely a real expert when it comes to making things up.
In Xiao Siye’s words, they met when they were young and had a good impression of each other. However, because of each other’s busy careers, they had not had in-depth contact by accident. It was not until they met again that they finally had the opportunity to continue their relationship.
The so-called youthful past Xiao Siye described is amazing, rehearsing, having dinner together, going back to the dorm late at night, and treating each other as first love. It is simply a modern version of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai.
There was indeed a drama performance in the school that year, and all the members of the acting department participated together. Jiang Zhao played the second male lead who loved the heroine, and Xiao Siye played the villain who covered the sky with one hand.
But rehearsing together and going back to the dormitory is of course nonsense. The only contact Jiang Zhao has with him is in the last scene. He wanted to assassinate the villain in order to protect the Lord, but the villain pierced his heart.
The time for their rehearsal was normal, but something unexpected happened in the official performance. Because of the quality of the props, when Jiang Zhao was about to pierce his chest with a sword, the sword in Xiao Siye’s hand unexpectedly changed it was broken in the middle and couldn’t pierce him at all.
Before the audience under the stage noticed, Jiang Zhao reacted very quickly and rushed forward, directly pouncing on Xiao Siye’s arms, making Xiao Siye’s sword seem to pierce his chest, completely blocking the broken Sword.
He vomited a mouthful of prop blood, then he should have staggered and fell to the ground, but Xiao Siye stopped him from falling down the cold wooden floor.
The performance they finally presented also became the worst nightmare of his life, still struggling to tighten the villain’s neckline, but finally fell asleep in the villain’s arms unwillingly.
When the girls in the audience screamed so loudly, Jiang Zhao almost forgot about it, but in Xiao Siye’s mouth, it became the starting point for the two of them to bond. Mrs. Xu, who was on the side, listened with relish, and could hardly wait to stand on the scene.
“Actually, in the university, a lot of things happened between Xiao Zhao and I,” Xiao Siye looked at Jiang Zhao, his amber eyes full of tenderness, “If I really want to talk about it, I’m afraid it’s a relationship I can’t finish talking tonight.”
Jiang Zhao: “…Yeah.”
He glared at Xiao Siye secretly – don’t make up too much, things won’t go well.
Xiao Siyeraised the corners of his lips, and gently pinched the little finger of his left hand under the table to reassure him.
Jiang Zhao was slightly stunned, and involuntarily retracted his fingertips, and his eyes moved to the white rice in the bowl.
He doesn’t know if it was because of the previous kiss. Now that he has any physical contact with Xiao Siye, he feels embarrassed from the bottom of his heart.
“So, in fact, a lot of things happened between me and Xiao Zhao.”
Han Tingfeng said slightly: “After all, we grew up together since kindergarten. Xiao Zhao has been very interesting since he was a child, it’s a pity that Mr. Xiao hasn’t seen it with his own eyes.”
Jiang Zhao wanted to curse when he heard him, but Xiao Siye responded very quickly: “Is that so? I can listen to Xiao Zhao talk slowly, after all, we will be together for many years in the future.”
He took Jiang Zhao’s hand from under the table and put it directly on the table: “Isn’t it right, Xiao Zhao ?”
Jiang Zhao: “…”
Hold back, this is acting, this is acting, this is acting.
Xiao Siye is also dedicated to this job… How could he admit defeat? !
Jiang Zhao entered the play in a second, and he directly intertwined his fingers with Xiao Siye with his backhand, and looked at each other with interest: “Yeah, it’s not easy to think about what happened to me in the past? Wait a minute. Come to my room after dinner, and I’ll show you the photo album.”
When the two movie stars are acting together, the atmosphere not to mention the real one, it’s even more real than a real couple.
Han Tingfeng’s eyes fell on the entangled hands of the two, his eyes were cold and razor-sharp.
After the meal was finished, Han Tingfeng walked up to Jiang Zhao: “Xiao Zhao, tonight there is a music performance in Shinan, it’s a solo performance by pianist Cao Qing, and I happen to have two tickets.”
Ms. Xu was talking to Xiao Si on the sofa, and she exclaimed: “Master Cao Qing? Son, isn’t it your favorite domestic piano performer before?”
“That’s right, it’s Xiao Zhao’s favorite.” Before Jiang Zhao could answer, Han Tingfeng sighed slightly, “Unfortunately, I didn’t know Mr. Xiao would come too…otherwise, I’d have booked three. But as Xiao Zhao’s friend from childhood to adulthood, Mr. Xiao shouldn’t mind, right?”
Xiao Siye’s thoughts were a little shallower.
If he answered that he did not mind, it would seem that he was not strong enough, but if he did not mind, then Jiang Zhao would definitely be so angry that he went out of his body and the two Buddhas ascended to heaven.
But before Xiao Siye could answer, Jiang Zhao become annoyed with Han Tingfeng, so he stood up from the table and said, “I mind.”
The atmosphere in the living room suddenly froze.
“Han Tingfeng, didn’t you say before that you came to visit my parents specifically?” He looked at the people beside him coldly, “Then you can catch up with them. I’ll go back to my room first.” In this tone of voice, even Mrs. Xu, the goddess, could feel that Jiang Zhao’s attitude was not right.
Jiang Zhao didn’t say anything. He grabbed Xiao Siye next to him and walked upstairs directly.
Xiao Siye turned around and apologized to Mrs. Xu, expressing with his eyes that he was going to coax Jiang Zhao.
Mrs. Xu pushed Old Jiang inexplicably: “What happened to your son today, he took dynamite?”
Old Jiang held the newspaper in his hand and sighed: “Hasn’t he been like this since he was a child.”
Han Tingfeng’s eyes fell on the two people who went upstairs.
It wasn’t until their figures disappeared together on the stairs that he lowered his head and concealed the deep gloom in his eyes.
Jiang Zhao closed the bedroom door with a backhand, and then released Xiao Siye’s hand.
Xiao Si also seemed to have some regrets: “No more holding hands?”
Jiang Zhao gave him a look: “You’re addicted to acting, right?”
Xiao Siye turned around and looked at Jiang Zhao’s room.
Jiang Zhao’s bedroom is decorated in black and white tones, very cool, full of rational coldness. There was an open space opposite the bed with a fluffy black and white checkered rug, a silver projector in front of it, and a box full of movie discs next to it.
Xiao Siye thought that his room was rather messy, but in fact, in the more than 100 square meters of the bedroom, everything was neatly arranged, even the ones on the shelves were sorted into categories and arranged according to size.
Jiang Zhao sat down beside his bed and pointed to the chair in front of his desk: “Just sit there.”
Xiao Siye pulled the pure black gaming chair, and there was still a chair on Jiang Zhao’s table. If you look closely, you can see that there is a stickman in the corner of the spread page, which is probably the creation of Jiang Zhao who is bored.
He endured it, and glanced at the shelf beside him: “Where’s the photo album you just wanted to show me?”
Jiang Zhao was stunned for a moment, then suddenly felt a little guilty: “…Isn’t that a perfunctory excuse because of Han Tingfeng?”
Xiao Siye raised his eyebrows and said, “It’s not something worth talking about?”
“No,” Jiang Zhao suddenly remembered the identities of the two and threatened, “Xiao Siye, you’d better think about our relationship positioning, now you have to listen to me.”
Xiao Siye raised the corner of his lips: “Am I not obedient enough today?”
“As soon as you pulled my tie, I bowed my head,” in the clear and bright amber eyes, a faint joke flashed, “Or, do you think my service is not enough?”
Jiang Zhao’s expression froze on his face.
After a few seconds, he turned his head uncomfortably: “…Yes, the service is too bad.” Then
he remembered that his first kiss off-screen was planted on Xiao Siye today.
…how did you get planted on such a bastard!
Xiao Siye thought about it for a moment and questioned: “Is it possible that your kissing skills are not good enough?”
Jiang Zhao: “?”
Jiang Zhao, although he is single, he can never lose face. Looking at Xiao Siye: “Who do you think is bad at kissing?”
Xiao Siye calmly danced in the minefield: “You.”
Jiang Zhao stood up with a “squeak”.
He walked to Xiao Siye’s side in three or two steps, raised his hand and tugged at Xiao Siye’s tie, stepped on the edge of the chair, and narrowed his eyes: “Again?”
Xiao Siye raised his eyes to look at him, his tone still the same. With a bit of beating energy: “Why, am I right?”
An inexplicable rush suddenly appeared on Jiang Zhao’s chest. He lowered his eyelashes and looked at Xiao Siye’s lips. The brief kiss from before flashed in my mind.
Xiao Siye’s lips were very thin and light in color, giving people an impressive sharpness, but the moment he kissed them…it was very soft.
Jiang Zhao pressed down the corners of his lips: “I’ll take care of you today, what is a kissing technique.”
He said so, and the hand that pulled Xiao Siye’s tie pulled hard.
But he forgot that the chair under his feet was equipped with pulleys, and the gaming chair under his feet suddenly collapsed. Jiang Zhao’s body suddenly lost his balance, and he leaned forward.
He was startled, and subconsciously hooked Xiao Siye’s neck, and Xiao Siye took advantage of the situation to wrap his arms around his waist, and he sat directly on Xiao Siye’s lap.
The distance between the two quickly narrowed, Jiang Zhao’s mind made a “hum”, and he subconsciously wanted to get up.
However, Xiao Siye did not let go of him. The hot breath fell on his cheek, and the man’s low and lazy voice was a little hoarse as if an invisible temptation:
“Didn’t you say you wanted me?”
Heh, Xiao Siye you sneaky guy. This is the start of VIP chapters, you can help me support the author by buying me ko-fi since I’m buying raws from jjwxc.
*insert intense blusing
Love this, thank you for translating uwu