The male god said he was straight

Qi Xia's house was two hours away from S City by plane. After the plane landed, the car had already been booked, and the car drove all the way to his house.Thinking of his father's temper, Qi Xia couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, so he said to He Xiao: "My father is very serious, don't take anything to heart."

He Xiao said, "Yes."

Qi Xia added: "My mother... is very kind."

Seeing that he was nervous, He Xiao really had the feeling that he came to see his father-in-law at home, so he asked Qi Xia casually to help calm down: "Do they have a good relationship?"

Qi Xia thought about it seriously: "It's okay, they fell in love and got married freely, but my dad always ran outside before he retired."

That kind of work must also have less time to stay at home, He Xiao said: "Yeah."

Qi Xia thought of something, "I never heard you mention your parents."

He Xiao's eyes flicked out of the window, "The two of them got along very well, and they were never married at all."

Qi Xia's eyes suddenly widened, "..." He Xiao was born out of wedlock?

Oh my god, then he must have suffered a lot when he was a child, Qi Xia suddenly became ill, and he was still so arrogant to He Xiao these days.

As soon as He Xiao retracted his eyes, what he saw was the worry in the corners of Qi Xia's eyes and brows, and he immediately understood what he was thinking.

He Xiao actually didn't care about his own background at all. Although he didn't approve of his parents' irresponsible attitude, he was very satisfied with the treatment he received when he was a child growing up in a den of soldiers and ruffians, so he didn't feel that he had anything to do with him Negative impact.

Moreover, the pair of heroes and beauties are both shrewd, powerful and straightforward.

Unlike Qi Xia, who was born to be pampered and cared for at home.

He Xiao's heart softened when he thought about it.

Qi Xia still looked at him over there: "Then... who have you followed since childhood?"

He Xiao answered truthfully: "My dad."

Qi Xia blinked, "Oh."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his eyes, with slight melancholy and gloom lingering on his brows, He Xiao didn't speak, but his heart was clear, Qi Xia felt sorry for him again, how could he let go.

Before going out, the female assistant once described Qi Xia's father with He Xiao in one sentence - rich and noble cannot be lewd.

After getting out of the car and entering the corridor, He Xiao fully understood the meaning of this sentence. I heard that Qi Xia bought a villa for his parents a few years ago, but the old couple still live in an old unit in the courtyard of Qi Xia's father's work unit. in the building.

When I arrived at Qi Xia's house, it was Qi Xia's mother who came to open the door. Seeing that it was they, they immediately let him in with a smile, and called out to the room: "His father!" As Xia said, his mother was a kind woman.

Soon, there was a click on the door of the inner room, and Qi Xia straightened her back even more when she heard it.

Immediately, a middle-aged man appeared at the entrance of the corridor. He Xiao originally thought Qi Xia's reaction was a little funny, but he was slightly taken aback when he saw it.

The man has gray hair at the temples but bright eyes. He looks very gentle, but he only stands there. His serious face is not facing his son, but his subordinates or students.

I told my mother once when I entered the door, Qixia saw his father now, stood up and introduced him again: "This is He Xiao, my colleague and also my friend."

He Xiao also stood up, "Hello."

It was obviously an ordinary door-to-door visit, but what followed was not so much small talk as He Xiao was interrogated by Qi Xia's father for more than 20 minutes.

From his hometown to his work experience, Qi Xia said he was a colleague, but looking at He Xiao's body, Qi Xia's father probably understood what he was doing in front of Qi Xia.

Most of the security personnel are veterans, and Qi Xia's father even asked which army he served in.

He Xiao's answer, of course, was that He Zhengrong made up his native background, and it was not easy for him to even enter this courtyard with his real identity. Qi Xia knew that he hadn't exposed him.

When Qi Xia's father heard the number of the army, he nodded and warmed up to him a lot, and said approvingly: "You know how to contribute to the country at a young age, and you are doing practical things down-to-earth. You are very good."

Turning to cast a disgusted glance at Qi Xia, Qi Xia pretended nothing happened and turned his head to look at the sky.

He Xiao didn't understand, so: "...?"

But soon at the dinner table he understood.

Qi Xia's mother put the last dish on the table, and said to He Xiao: "Qi Xia said you love braised pork, and you don't often make it at home, so I'm afraid it might not suit your taste, it's ordered from the restaurant below, you can try it. "

She sat down next to Qi Xia, and said to her son distressedly: "Look at you, you are skinny, eat more. Filming is a day and night with cold and heat upside down. Let's see how hard you have made yourself."

Qixia's father snorted coldly when he heard the words, "Who doesn't suffer from 360 trips? No matter what happens, the sanitation workers on the street will come out to work before dawn."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Qi Xia with disdain: "For his hard work, what he reaps in the end is huge profits. His labor is far less than his harvest. Tell me why I am more miserable than others? Why don't I use his money? Use it." I don’t want any money that doesn’t make me feel at ease.”

Qi Xia's mother hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, let's eat your meal."

Qi Xia lowered his head to pick up the rice, as if he didn't hear it, maybe he was used to it.

He Xiao felt uncomfortable chewing something in his mouth, and rushed back from a long distance with a hot face and a cold butt, who would believe that Qi Xia wasn't sad?

Glancing over from the corner of his eye, he had never seen Qi Xia so low-browed and shrunk his shoulders, as if he was trying to reduce his sense of existence and not see what he got.

He Xiao wanted to say a few words for Qi Xia, Qi Xia's mother over there had already started, "Why is my son not well, he will go to a remote area to do charity performances next year, which is a great thing."

Qi Xia's father was furious, "A group of people are very proud, donating 100 million, and the place will receive 150 million. Tell yourself, what kind of charity is this?"

Qi Xia nodded under his captivating gaze, "I see."

He Xiao immediately dismissed the idea of ​​refuting, guessing what he said, and finally the old man could blame Qi Xia.

It can be seen that the old man is very upright, but it would be too upright to choke his son like this in front of guests, and He Xiao is actually helpless, a rich man who can't be lewd, you expect him to be mighty and subdued?

Fortunately, it didn't take long to finish a meal. Afterwards, Qi Xia's father greeted He Xiao politely and went back to his room for an afternoon nap.

There were only the two of them left in the living room, Qi Xia said, "Let me take you out for a walk."

He Xiao was only worried that he was in a low mood, and at this moment, he would agree to whatever Qi Xia said, so he nodded, "Okay."

But he didn't go far. Although Qi Xia was dressed in a hoodie and sunglasses, it was not difficult to see who he was if he looked carefully. Only the people in the compound of this unit would not be surprised if they recognized him.

Qi Xia led He Xiao away, made a few bends along the boulevard, and arrived at a small football field.

Walking to the edge of the birch forest next to the football field, the two sat down on the steps. Qi Xia glanced at He Xiao's broad shoulders, and suddenly thought of what it would be like to lean on them at this time.

But this idea was quickly suppressed by him, Qi Xia said to He Xiao: "My father is strict with me, but I let him down, that's why it happened."

This is not the first time he said something like this. When He Xiao asked him why he rejected the same sex, Qi Xia replied that he couldn't let his parents down even more.

Now He Xiao probably understands what it means, "What does he want from you?"

Qi Xia said: "To do research work like him, it is best to become a physicist or something."

It was someone else who was present today, maybe he would still lose face, but He Xiao would not, don't ask him why, Qi Xia knew that He Xiao would not laugh at him.

He Xiao: "..." Qi Xia's mind suddenly came to mind.

Qi Xia said aggrievedly: "I haven't scored more than 30 points in physics since junior high school."

He Xiao was a little funny and cute for no reason: "You may be too busy acting."

Qi Xia shook his head: "I have studied it very seriously, but I just can't learn it. For example, what is force? Can you tell me if it is round or flat?"

"I have let him down terribly since I was an actor." Qi Xia said.

He gazed at the blue sky in the distance, "But I like it myself, I like it very much!"

He Xiao stayed outside with Qi Xia for more than two hours, and it was past four o'clock when he returned to his house.

As soon as the door was pushed open, I heard Qixia's mother shouting in a raised voice from the other side of the room, "I think you have been a dementia all your life, and your son came back after a long time. To whom do you show your eyebrows? How can he be sorry for you? How can you not be as good as you..."

Qi Xia's father roared like thunder: "Which thing I said is wrong!?"

Qi Xia's expression changed immediately, leaving He Xiao behind and going in to call his mother.

The old couple quarreled, and He Xiao could only pretend that he didn't hear it. Fortunately, seeing them coming back, Qi Xia's mother immediately came out to smooth things over and stopped arguing.

Qixia's father didn't come out of the room, even so, the embarrassment that followed can be imagined.

In the blink of an eye, it was dinner time, probably because she wanted to ease the relationship between her husband and son, Qi Xia's mother pointed to the door of the room and whispered to Qi Xia, "Go ask him to come out for dinner."

Qi Xia froze for a moment and then went.

He Xiao sat in the living room and waited. There was a financial news on the TV. He didn't listen to a single word. Qi Xia went in and touched it for about 3 minutes, and a loud reprimand came from inside, "Your so-called career is grandstanding!"

It was Qi Xia's father's voice, and He Xiao rushed to the door without thinking.

The old man was pointing at Qi Xia with trembling fingers, "You have made no contribution to the country, the people, or society!"

Qi Xia was also furious, "You can accuse me, but you have no right to insult my art!"

The old man said: "Stubborn! You go, I don't have a son like you."

Qi Xia's eyes were red: "Let's go!"

After such a flutter, Qi Xia walked away full of anger and discomfort. His mother cried and sent him out of the house. He Xiao drove the car on the way, and Qi Xia didn't speak all the way.

He Xiao knew that he was wronged in his heart, and he came all the way back to celebrate his birthday, but he was robbed for a day without saying anything, and finally he was kicked out alive.

Qi Xia just looked out of the window without saying a word, while He Xiao looked distressed but helpless.

The hotel was booked when getting on the bus. When getting off the car, He Xiao escorted Qi Xia all the way up the stairs and entered the room. This is a suite. Qi Xia went straight to the innermost bedroom and sat on the sofa by the window without moving. up.

He Xiao didn't make a sound, sighed, and sat down on the ground beside his feet. There was no place to sit beside him, but this place was the closest to Qixia.

Qi Xia's mind was in a mess, and his heart seemed to be a mess, but when he looked down, he happened to see He Xiao's shoulder, and that idea resurfaced in the afternoon, if only he could lean on it.

But he pushed the thought out of his mind in an instant.

I don't know how long it has passed. When I came in, the sky was still bright, and the room was not turned on. In a blink of an eye, twilight fell, and the room was covered with a heavy layer of gray and black.

Qi Xia didn't move all the time, and He Xiao sat at his feet as if he had turned into a stone sculpture, his heart was stuffy, but he didn't even smoke a cigarette.

He Xiao turned his head to take a look at Qi Xia's face in the shadows. No one could understand the beautiful little fool in his heart except him.

In the eyes of those in the studio, Qi Xia is an acting tool without thinking, and all his thoughts are ridiculously out of date.

Even his father may not know what Qi Xia is thinking, this person's heart is clean and there is no dust, does he really like the flashy and vain things in the entertainment industry?

Qi Xia doesn't like it, he just likes acting itself, he stepped into it at the time, but now he can't put it down.

The lights outside the window were first turned on, and with a "snap", the lights on the coffee table turned on, and He Xiao came back to his senses.

He stood up, and originally wanted to say to get Qi Xia something to eat, but saw Qi Xia slowly unzip the travel bag next to him, and pull out his script from inside.

He Xiao leaned over, leaning on the armrest of the sofa, his eyes locked on Qi Xia's, "I'll accompany you?"

At this moment, Qi Xia originally wanted to read the script by himself to divert his attention, but he stared at He Xiao dully. He Xiao's deep eyes were full of firmness, so firm that it was unbearable to refuse, so he said, "Okay."

He Xiao took the script and spread it out in his hands, "What act?"

Qi Xia also supported the handrail and stood up, "The third act."

This was completely unintentional, and it was a continuation of the place he read last time, the Qianqiu Palace Banquet, where the young master and the general met for the first time at the last banquet.

He Xiao said, "I know you."

Qi Xia's tone of voice tricked the young master into expressing the clarity and meaninglessness of being ridiculed: "I also know the general, the general is the pillar of the country."

The implication is, yes, I am the "Shang Jing idiot" who only knows that obsessed with rhythm is despised by others. I know that you are not the same person as me, so we don't need to talk too much.

But He Xiao continued to read the general's lines, omitting that bold laugh.

"What kind of pillar of a country, you are obsessed with playing the qin with your hands, and I specialize in using my long halberd to take the lives of traitors. We are not afraid of people's words, whether it is the emperor or Lao Tzu. The whole Shangjing, You are the only one with me."

Qi Xia said in disbelief: "General..."

He Xiao continued, "I have long wanted to get to know you."

Then, there are no more lines, only a glass of wine after a long silence on the script.

But what filled the silence was the young master's movements and eyes, but at this moment, Qi Xia didn't move, only his eyes.

What kind of eyes are those eyes? There are tears in Qi Xia's slightly frowning eyes, as if he has walked a long road, looking through the autumn water and finally seeing Yiren. All the indescribable feelings are buried in this moment. Stare into.

Therefore, He Xiao did not hesitate or think about his actions at all. When he met those eyes, he put his hand on the back of his head and forced Qi Xia to face him, while pressing his mouth towards Qi Xia's lips.

With that look just now, he felt as if he owed Qi Xia his whole life.

Pasting it was the soft and warm touch of those two lips, which He Xiao had longed for for a long time. At this moment, he couldn't control himself at all, and he didn't have any tricks. He forced his tongue into his teeth, rubbed Qi Xia's lips, and gnawed wildly. .

Qi Xia fell back, but his waist was soon restrained by He Xiao. The two bodies were pressed together tightly, and the warmth and pain of their lips combined with fire made him want to cry in an instant.

The two deliberately suppressed the sound of heavy breathing one after another. This was actually a forced kiss, but it took about a minute for Qi Xia to realize it.

While kissing him, He Xiao said in a hoarse and intoxicated voice, "You follow me."

Qi Xia's face was in pain from his beard stubble, and suddenly realized what they were doing, his body began to tremble, and he began to struggle hastily, while He Xiao let go of his hand behind his head, his face desperately turned to one side, He also pressed He Xiao with his hands and tried to push him away.

But He Xiao restrained him so that he couldn't move, and his mouth caught up with his lips: "Follow me."

"You're crazy—" Qi Xia was trembling, and there was some crying sound when she spoke, but her tone was extremely firm.

He Xiao didn't kiss him again, his face suddenly stopped an inch away from him, his eyes that were reddened by lust seemed a little hurt, and he met his eyes, panting and asked: "You really don't like me at all? "

Qi Xia didn't even think about it: "It's not—"

He Xiao smiled suddenly, this time he laughed very happily, "Not really?"

Qi Xia couldn't bear to look directly and closed his eyes, this time he was really going to cry because of his IQ.